~{Pastel Hearts}~

Chapter 1

Justin's POV
I guess I never noticed him. Why did I now? I saw him walking down the hall, his hair, damn. It's light pink on one side but baby blue on the other, if I were with my boys we would probably call him gay. He's really, i don't know, pretty? Whatever. His sweatshirt masked his tiny frame, he looked so confident. Beautiful even. Wait, no not beautiful, I, Justin H., do not call guys beautiful. He obviously was wearing contacts, but the colors went with his hair and it suited him.
he looks at me
Damn I've been staring I need to look away. Look away. Look away. But I don't, I can't he's just so interesting. We make eye contact and hold it for what feels like forever. I can feel his eyes gaging my soul, he's mesmerizing. It's like he's talking to me. I swear there was something almost intimate about the way he looked at me. That is, until some girl with short black hair pulled him away and into a classroom.
I don't know for sure, I could be imagining things, but I swear, I fricking swear he winked at me when he left. I swear it. It doesn't matter, really. It's not like I had a chance. Or that I'm even into that, I mean adorable boys who make your heart melt by just looking at you? Psh, nah. Not for me. Plus, even though they're really great, my friends would make fun of me. I don't have many friends, actually, I only have the two. I wouldn't trade them for anything, they put up with my emo ass and my cussing and fits of emotion. They're always there for me. It's just, i don't think they're really chill with...that stuff, ya know?
I briskly get to my next class, last class of the day. My thoughts are crowded and I don't pay much attention, but that's ok. I know most of this stuff, anything I don't know on the homework I'll just google or something. I got in this town at the end of 8th grade and it's currently my Junior year of High school. So I'm not new here, but I'm just kinda invisible. That doesn't matter to me anyway. I know that boy from the hallway, I mean at least I was aware he existed. But I've never heard anything about him, like he was just another body in the sea of people trying to get out of this prison hell hole. Maybe that's a little to overdramatized- but it doesn't matter. Nothing does.
Damn, that's emo as fuck. Whatever. My mind just keeps wandering back to him. What is his deal? What's his name? Is he funny? I wonder if his lips are naturally that pink..? I write down what the teacher puts on the board so it looks like I care. The math teacher, Mr. Goodwin, is a nice person, he just teaches the worst subject ever. A few note pages of doodles and mindless daydreaming later, the bell rings that lets us free from this place. Finally. It's Thursday, drama practice for Noah and Casey has to babysit. Which means I'll be walking home alone, great. I walk out of the classroom, almost last other than the few nerds who stay behind to ask questions and stuff. I never understood that, who cares about math anyway? I guess they do for whatever ungodly reason. The people in this school come in late, walking like zombies at a snails pace in the morning but when that last bell rings they all sprint out. It's almost a race to see who can escape first. It's never me, but I try to get out the best i can. I get pushed and shoved, but I ignore them. It's Halloween, well there are two weeks until Halloween. Anyway, that means it's getting cold, which is great. I pull up the hood on my sweatshirt and slide on my headphones under it. I get out of the double doors at the entrance and make my way home. I live a 10 minute walk from school, which is great. I don't have to deal with the bus, so my interaction with those zombies ends at 3 pm. Thank god. Noah normally walks with me the whole way since he lives next to me, and Casey walks to the next bus stop so she doesn't have to use the school bus. Somehow, that kid from the hallway wandered back into my thoughts, he's quite annoying. I keep thinking of his hair, and that wink. What was with that wink?? Maybe he's just a flirt, but it bothers me. I get out my phone and google "pink and blue spilt hair boy" I get a ton of results, nothing really connects to him, so I edit my search. "Pink and blue emo hair boy" there it is. I found of picture of him that linked to a Pinterest page, I checked it out. The board was titled "Little Kitty" And it was full of pictures of him. Mainly him in sweatshirts with graphics on them, it was all pastel and bright. He wore tights, or tight jeans in most of them but a few of them he only had his oversized sweatshirt on. I didn't scroll through more, instead I took out Instagram and searched "Little kitty"
Boom. I found em. I click on his account, it has over a thousand followers, damn. The bio reads
💖hi hi!!💖 
He/Him
age 17 
single af  
🎀Brat🎀
He's cute, I'll admit, he's really cute. His account is very, feminine. My thoughts get interrupted as I reach my house. I open the red door and walk in announcing my entrance with a loud "Hey"
Dad walked out on our family years ago before we moved here, and my little bro had basketball after school while my mom worked so only my cat greeted me. She's a calico that we named Savvy. She meows and walks beside me and up to my room. I should do my homework but I have library then study hall as my first two periods so I don't bother getting out my assignments. Instead, I flop on my bed to continue semi-stalking this guys' profile.
I'm not gay I swear.