End Up Here (Michael Clifford a.u.)

Chapter 1

I think it's the purple hair that keeps distracting me. I've seen him around, but we've never been in the same room before. It's weird seeing all the blues and deep purples blending in his hair.

"It looks like a freaking galaxy," I whisper to my friend and teammate. She doesn't really care for what I'm interested in, and I don't care for what she's into. I'm only sitting with her because this class has none of my best friends.

"I think he's weird," she says, staring at her fingernails absentmindedly.

"I don't."

I pull out my phone and sneak a text to my group message of three other friends. I quickly explain how there's a cute, tall, galaxy-haired boy in my history class.

"Get a picture!" Claire immediately replies.

I hide my phone under my jacket on the desk and try to get a picture. He turns last second as I take the picture. I start freaking out, thinking he saw me. My face heats up.

But oh god he's beautiful. I didn't expect him to be gorgeous. Hell, I didn't have expectations at all. But his galaxy hair... I want to touch it.

Class starts, and I put away my phone. His hair is so beautiful. I can't get past it. All I do is stare at it instead of listening to the lecture.

He looks at me every once in a while, and I look away quickly to avoid being caught. I'll catch him smirking before looking away and writing his notes.

The bell rings for everyone to leave, but since we have this class for an hour and a half as two class periods, we just come back.

"Okay class," the teacher says. "When you get back from break we'll be changing seats."

Everyone groans loudly as they shuffle out the door. I stay in the room and text on the group again.

Me: Guys. His hair. I can't.

Claire: Your picture sucked ass!

Kaitlyn: Send another one!

Me: Where's Grace?

Grace: Shhh I'm arting.

Kaitlyn: Send pictures!

Me: Arting isn't a word.

Grace: Shhh don't question it. I'm drawing this kid in my class.

Kaitlyn: WHO IS IT?!

Grace: His name's Luke. Got a lip ring. I'll show you when I'm done.

Claire: Ooooh I bet he's cute.

Grace: Very (;

The bell rings again, and everyone picks up their things before we get moved. The teacher points out everyone's seats. "Michael, you'll sit in front of Makenna," he says.

The galaxy-haired boy smiles before walking towards me in the back of the room. My heart starts racing and my stomach is doing something weird. He's walking towards me! He sits down.

I hide my phone again and quickly snap a picture.

Me: Galaxy-haired boy is named Michael. HE'S SITTING IN FRONT OF ME. WHAT DO I DO?

Claire: SAY HI. HE LOOKS HOT. MAYBE MAKE OUT WITH HIM. WHATEVER WORKS.

I almost choke on air as I start laughing quietly. People turn to stare at me as tears form in my eyes and I'm giggling uncontrollably. He glances over his shoulder and kinda looks at me weird. I try to stifle my laughter, but Claire's messages keep me laughing.