He has another side

My first day

After getting out of the shower,getting dressed, and brushing my hair, I stand in front of the mirror. I fucking hate how I look. I hate how I dress, today I decided to wear black doc martens, black high waisted cuffed jeans and a tucked in black Queen shirt and of course Freddy Mercury was in the centre of the print, he always had to be the centre of everything unlike me I hate being the centre of attention I prefer to stay in my corner and mind my business.
"Y/N! hurry up " my mum calls out to me.
"Yeah coming" I yell back.
I grab my "vans" branded backpack and my red & black flannel off my bed.
I trudge out my bedroom door and down the stairs to the front-door area, where all the shoes are and where the keys are on hooks that are nailed to the navajo white walls. My mum lifts her keys off one of the hooks and unlachs the door.
"After you" my mum gestures to the open door
I walk out to the car, dragging my feet along.
I don't want to start at a new school, I've never gone to a new school before ( other then from primary to high school).

My nerves build through out the car ride.
Mum pulls up a street down from the school.
"Why are we stopping here?" I turn to her, furrowing.
"You can walk from here,-" she sighs " -I understand you probably don't want to be embarrassed by the rundown crap of a car we have."
" mum I don't care what they thi -"
" it's ok, just go you don't wanna be late." She interrupts me.
I know there's no use in fighting with her, I'm not going to win.

" love you" I say as I get out of the car.
" I love you too" she smiles, looking out the window at me.

I walk away and slowly make my way to my new school.

I stand out the front of the school, it's fucking massive. I walk in the doors to this new (to me) prison, and into the heard of teens that are all in a rush. I just keep my head down and walk confidently in between groups of people, seperating them.
I have a hard time finding my first class but I figure it out...

5 hours later~ 2pm~

It's the last class for today, math :(, and well today's been pretty fucking boring. As I walk past the teacher she puts her arm out in front of me.
" hey just before you take a seat I want to introduce you to the class" she whispered to me
I roll my eyes, I don't fucking want to be "introduced to the class" fuck off,

The rest of the class enters and takes their seats, they all stare at me, I get this daunting feeling, which goes away the instant this y'all guy in a hoodie walks in, hands in pockets and head hung low, he walks straight to the back right corner of the class. I can't take my eyes off him even tho I can't see his face there's something comforting about him.

"Afternoon class, so this is our new student" the teacher announces. I look up at her and she's looking at me, waiting for me to say my name.
"Oh um Y/N"
"And your last name"
"Yes right um Y/N  Y/L/N"
"Well Y/N I'm miss Hunt"
I smile at her in response.
The boy in the hoodie looks up from his desk at the sound of my name. The shadow on his face from his hoodie makes me unsure but I'm pretty sure his smiling at me, I smile back.

" go take a seat Y/N"
I do so, I take the seat closest to the 'hoodie guy' as I can. I'm two seats to left across from him, in the same row. There's just one stupid cheerleader bitch between us.

For the duration of the class he looks at me. I don't know if he knows I see him looking at me but I do.

I walk behind him when leaving the classroom after the home-time bell goes. Miss hunt stops him on the way out.
"Jason, where is the homework I gave you last week?" She questions him. His name is Jason, it's perfect.
" I don't have it. I left it at home on the counter" his voice is deep and seductive even though he doesn't mean it to be it is, well to me at least.
Though I really want to stay and listen to his voice, I walk around him and leave so I don't seem weird.
I look back at him while I walk out the door, Im disappointed i still can't see his face.

I can't stop thinking about him, the whole way home I look out the window to hide my smile from my mum but she catches me.
"What are you smiling about?" She says with a smirk.
She always catches me when I'm trying to hide something, well most things anyway.
"Oh just a boy" I smirk back.

Once I get home I go right up to my room and lay on my bed, my hands resting on my stomach and my legs hanging off the bed,           " Jason" I whisper to myself, the word lingers in the air around and makes me smile, it makes me smile big time. Which I hate, I hate smiling and I feeling anything. I hate that this one guy I sat next to for one class is making me smile so much. Against my will, I continue to smile anyway.