When Two Worlds Collide

CHAPTER THE FIFTH

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*Aidan's POV*

So it had been about a week since the whole P.E incident, and Eli's bruise had mostly disappeared, still his cheekbone was a little swollen.

I found out that the person who had his balls shrunk and a crooked nose, courtesy of Lawrence, was this dude called Derek. He had blond hair, blue eyes, a muscly figure and, of course, he was part of the football team and had a cheerleader girlfriend. How cliché. Then his buddy, Liam, thought it'd be funny to tape a weight to the inside of the ball that was thrown at Eli. Because fire with fire, fuckers.

Of course, there have been rumours about me and Eli dating. Psh. Whatever. If they're into that stuff, whatever floats their boat I guess. They can think what they like. You do you, I'll do me, and we won't do each other... Probably.

Anyway. First period of today was Biology. Wonderful. As I got into the class, the teacher announced that we would be moving seats. That's ok with me, I guess, so long as I get put with people that know how to spell their name.

We walked into the class and sat down in our seats. She got out a plastic box and put all of our names in it, before calling them out at random.

Eli wasn't in this class, so the person I knew (of) best was Lawrence. He looked different than from when our little... Encounter, happened, as in he looked a lot, lot less vulnerable. Great.

After about 10 minutes of shuffling and name calling, I ended up with Lawrence (include sarcastic yay here) and a boy I'd seen before, with black hair with green tips, quite translucent looking skin, emerald eyes and piercings in his ears. He looked the type the horrible kids would call "an emo faggot" as I've heard so many times in the past. I hated it when they labelled people, and even worse, hated the qualities that made the people they were hating unique. He isn't doing anything to you, so leave him the fuck alone.

Willing to be optimistic, I said "Hey" to him, though he just looked up, smiled, and continued to stare at the table. ooooookkkkkk, I thought.

I started to try a conversation. "Uh, what's your name? Mine's Aidan. Hi". He smiled and nodded, before looking like he was thinking very deeply about something. He then dipped under the table and got out a notepad.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He said nothing, though, instead he flipped the pages over to a clear one, and began to write.

My name's Zephaniah, but you can call me Caleb, which is my middle name. Hello. He wrote, before turning the page over and writing down some of the things being listed on the board. Not into speaking? I can dig that.

Clearly not into that shit, I turned to the human equivalent of ultimate darkness, and, clearly sharing the same love of Biology as me, he was doodling trees and grass. It looked good, really good. Was he an arty kind of guy? He didn't look like it, but it would be hypocritical and stupid for me to label people.

"It looks good. The doodle, I mean. Haha." I said quietly, hoping he didn't think of it as an insult or something. And I had to accompany it with an awkward laugh. Well done, me. Gold star.

He said nothing, and instead just stared at the paper and then at the floor. Although, I swear I saw a pink tinge in his cheeks.

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It was coming to the end of biology, and just as I was packing up, I noticed a note on my part of the table. I picked it up, read it, and it said:

Stay at the back of this room after the teacher has left. Please.

Wait... What? Was I getting laid? In a biology room? No thanks, but I don't want to be looking at dissected rats and pictures of the insides of stomachs when I'm losing my virginity. Ew, no.

Whatever. That wouldn't happen, anyway. Of course not. I'm an ugly fucker.

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I sat at the back of the room until the teacher left. No one else was here, huh. Was this some kind of prank? Whatever. I got up to leave, then I saw a figure coming back into the room. And I swear, the next occurrences were weird. Really weird.

Lawrence was slowly walking back over to where we were sitting, before he put his rucksack on the floor and pulled something out. A condom? Something like that? Ew, no dude. No offence, to you, but I don't swing that way. What I saw, instead, was something rather relaxing compared to what I had been thinking. It was a jacket. A jacket. What affiliation do I have with a- OH WAIT THAT'S MY JACKET. I thought. He walked over to me so I was up, almost up against the wall. He put it in my arms and walked to the doorway. He paused, and, upon me hearing him make a mumble of a "Wait," he almost ran back into the room, got close to me again, took the jacket out of my arms again, and instead put it on my shoulders, then he did something.

As he put it on my shoulders, he quickly grasped the lapels of my shirt, and, well..

He kissed me.

(A/N- RIGHT. OK BICHEZZZZ. Firstly, I want to dedicate this to the incredible people that are AnAbundanceOfIrwins and Lincoln-Z-C Lee! You're awesome babes ;). Sorry this chappy was short, but I wanted that scene to end the chapter. Ok? Ok. The song for this chapter is Sleepyhead by Passion Pit!)