Then I met him

Chapter 1

Then I Met Him, in the halls bounded by walls of hell. Where else would we be but school?

Do you ever have that moment where your not looking at where your going?

Or maybe this is just the norm for you, just going through life in the state between reality and dreams. But for me, this everyday trivial of walking absent minded through the halls, turned out very different.

Because when you're rushing as fast as you can with ten pound books in your hand, and short, pathetic stubs you call legs in order to beat the bell to class, the sudden feeling of something very hard against your body, was not to be expected in your short endeavor.

Yet, that was where I found myself, smashing to the object in front of me, and hurling towards the ground.

Yet, I didn’t even had a second to think about the pain that rippled through my body as soon as it had made contact on the cold, hard floor, before confronting to the object that landed me here…. him.

I mean seriously, how do ugly guys even exist?

Surely there’s something, that can tell them, show them, how ugly they are, before, they enter the hell of high school.

Better to be ugly and got told in primary school, or by your mother, or by a fucking mirror, then end up in high school and make a god damn fool of yourself.

So this is where I found myself on the first day of school.

First day of Year 11, on my crush's birthday, butt on the dirty ass floor, with crap all over me.

And of course faced with this guy… the ugliest guy…

Phobos Martin.

Like excuse me, but for real, I’m just asking the questions everyone is thinking.

Who the fuck named him Phobos?

I mean, seriously, what were his parents thinking. Fuck, were they even thinking?!

Wait a minute. Mr Phobos? Ha, more like Fucking Hobos?!

*ba boom chick*

Oh I’m just simply too funny.

Before you say anything.

Yes I know I didn’t really know the kid at all (even though he had been in my class since the beginning of high school), but having the reputation of being a try hard nerd ass geek, gives me every right to be under my thumb; and under my judgement.

Ok, ok, so where am I going with this?

I don’t bloody know! I’m just a struggling, broke high schooler here!

But for a minute, let’s put that very important fact a side a minute and focus on what horrid position I’ve been put in.

Me. Floor. Hotty, handsome future boyfriend’s birthday. Ugly disgusting nerd in front of me. And…

Ding ding ding.

Being late.

After coming to a realisation to what happened, the hobos anchored himself out of his shock and began to give a long pathetic little apology; or at least, until I decided to cut this shit and blow up on him…

“Oh you better be sorry you little nerd. Honestly! Just argggg! I’m late, so fucking late, because of you! Not only that, I’m covered in crap, and my dress is a fucking mess! And it has only been a minute since school started! I swear… arggggg!”

I couldn’t control the burst of anger I was having. My hands were shut closed, my eyes blinded by rage, my head drunk on anger.

Honestly, his ass better be grateful that I was running late, otherwise, I would really let him have it.