Fuckboy

Day 1

Crescent P.O.V

I Crescent Lunar Moon am an idiot

Today was my first day of highschool and i was lost, my schedule wasn't helping. I felt overwhelmed and scarred my breathing became heavier and faster. Not now, i felt the attack creep up on me as my eyes became blurry with tears. A light tap on my shoulder, i jumped and turned around quickly to find a sweet old lady. Am i seeing things? Probably.

"hello sweetheart, are you alright" the grandma asked in a sweet but raspy voice.

"Oh yes, I'm fine. Just looking for room 403" I squeak out.

"Oh! well then, you're in luck! My grandson can guide you" she said happily.

I nearly pissed my pants, i am anti-social. Very anti-social.

"Oh! No its alright, I'm fine" i say all too quickly.

"I insist!" This hag. "Willy boy! Get over hear!" She screamed and i winced.

A tall boy with jet black hair and bright but dark blue eyes came running our way. I wanted to melt to be swallowed up whole. I looked to the heavens and prayed 'Dear God if you love me even a little, send a huge angel to drag me away to heaven.' I kept praying but he made it clear that wasn't happening any time soon, he must be mad about the time i slapped that girl. Didn't know god held grudges. I was too deep in my thoughts to notice the hot young man standing in front of me. I looked up at him and blinked, i then reached out and pinched him.                                 ~~~~~~~~~~~~                                                                                                                                                                          Williams P.O.V

I was talking to Amanda, The girl with pounds of make-up and a fake ass, trying to get her number. Sure without the make-up she was ugly as shit but she was fast to spread her legs.She giggled and played with her hair trying to play hard to get. I just rolled my eyes and started speaking to myself 'bich please we both know you want this. You're lucky I'm even gracing you with my Hot presence.' At that moment i heard my wonderful Nanna call for me, "sorry Amanda, got to go but let's talk later." I winked at her and took off in the direction of my nanna's voice, as i neared and saw her speaking with a girl. Probably a freshmen. The girl had platinum blonde hair and huge dull doe green eyes. I tried checking her out but it was nearly impossible with her wearing baggy jeans and an oversized jacket. At least she was pretty, i took a closer look and saw she had on no make-up and a tiny pimple on the side of her forehead. Other than that her skin was pale and clear, even smooth looking.

"Hey nanna, you called?" i asked as i turned to face her.

"Oh my dear willy, so dashing" she said pinching my cheeks.

i chuckled lightly and patted her hand, "I know nanna. Now what was it that you needed?"

"Would you be a dear and take this girl to room 403?"

I opened my mouth to answer when i felt a sharp pain in my side. " What the fuc?" i nearly yelled as i looked down to see the girl pinching me. She jumped back and stared at me as nanna laughed. I glared at her "what is your problem?" She looked as if she wanted to disappear.

"I-i wanted to see if you were r-real" she squeaked out, clearly terrified. A smirk grew on my lips as i took a step near her, she looked frozen place.                                                                                                   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                                                                                                                                                                    Crescent P.O.V

The boy took steps closer to me but my dumbass stood there frozen, i felt as if his eyes were drowning me in a cold blue storm. 'help me' i pleaded with God. Yep, he held grudges. The boy was so close our noses were touching, i wanted to scream.

"Oh I'm real, and hot." he bragged, I wish i had a pin. I'd definitely burst his ego, but it was true he was hot and waaay out of my league. At that moment in my mind i saw a football player hit a homerun.

Wtf??

"Is mayonnaise an instrument?" i blurted out and internally kicked myself. To my pleasant surprise he answered, "no patrick, mayonnaise is not an instrument." i smiled and raised my hand shyly, "horse radish isn't an instrument either." I let out a giggle and began to laugh uncontrollably, he joined in and i almost melted. it was music to my ears. That was until the shrill scream of the bell cut through. God really does hold grudges.