Imaginary Friends [boyxboy]

Chapter 1

A/N: Heyoo~ it's Hannah :D

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“Hey Loser!” A pair of hands shoved me into my locker as my hands tried to fiddle with my lock, if it weren’t for my forehead, my nose would be in a great deal of pain... not that my face didn’t hurt already… Peering up with my bi-coloured eyes I raised a brow at the boy standing in front of me.

“Good morning to you to, Mikah” the words slipped out of my mouth in a river of sarcasm that didn’t seem to faze the blue eyed, sandy blond haired, completely gorgeous- I mean, the idiotic Australian in front of me.

“No need for the sarcasm pretty boy~” he laughed, ruffling my hair before I pulled away with a sigh. This was, sadly, my best friend. Most likely one of the oddest people I know, although he was un-doubtfully one of the hottest guys in my school, he was also the only guy I knew who absolutely hated unnecessary attention.

“Me, Sarcastic? This early in the morning? I would have never guessed…” I rolled my eyes, looking back down at the dreaded combination lock that kept my locker closed, keeping the pile of papers, binders, and other assorted shit from my reach. "Fucking lock!" I tugged on it violently in hopes it would just break, but no, instead, it just made my hands hurt worse.

A deep chuckle sounded from behind me, my face heating up in embarrassment as I realized Mikah was most likely still standing there watching me fight with a stupid lock.

"Step aside, Pretty boy" he snickered teasingly, pushing me away from my locker and taking the lock into his own hands, twisting the dial around a few times before skillfully turning it to match the code, jerking it out and letting it drop at the sound of a 'CLICK'.

"Show off" I grunted, crossing my arms over my chest. I watched as he stepped back, his bright, cheeky, childish smile showing all his perfect, white teeth. God I hated it when he did that.

“Awwah, looks like someone’s jealous they keep forgetting how to open their own lock” Smirking, he reached out to ruffle my hair once again before I pulled away with an animalistic growl, narrowing my eyes as the idiot.

“Honestly, do you have anything better to do then annoy the shit out of me? I mean, you’re perfectly capable of making your own friends, aren’t you?” Taking a step towards my locker I pulled it open, catching my math text as it slid off the top shelf. My brown and blue eyes searched around for a moment before snatching my black binder from underneath a pile of old papers.

“You’re point? I like hanging around you! You’re better than them anyway, all they do is gush about how hot that one girl is just because her G-string was showing” He seemed to snarl with a grunt “I don’t get it Del, what is it with them and gawking over the slutty girls”

“Because they’re hot” I stated simply, leaning into my locker and pull out piles of useless sheets of paper “Or at least, that’s what society says” Standing upright I help an arm pull of old tests and random work sheets.

Mikah rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, bright, electric blue eyes looking over me with a raised brow, a smirk quirking the ends of his lips upward.

“I never knew you liked look at em’ like that Stephansson” God I hated it when he said my last name like that.

“I don’t,” I replied rather bluntly, pushing past him and over to the garbage bin, dumping what should’ve been in a recycle bin into the waste “and even if I did, what’s it to you?” Looking back at him over my shoulder, bi-coloured eyes meeting his gaze for a moment.