Psycho-Melodic

Are you obsessed?

First I'd like to start by saying choose who you please to be the characters in your head regardless of how I describe them because it'll make your experience reading more enjoyable. If you choose who I chose then that great too. I just thought "Jason Dean" or James Marsden would embody what I'm going for but his name will be Adrian Dean, and for the female role, I have her in the photo along with her @ name but her character will be Avery Willson. You choose what clothing they wear mainly. Thank you for clicking on this. Enjoy. Italics mean thinking.

Avery

Not every day will be a perfect day but every day has hope to be a better one. I have my days where I feel like I'm cute and feeling myself but there's always those days where I look too hard and find things to put myself down. I think today is one of those days.
I got up beginning to dread the day but keeping a positive mindset. My hair, a simple bun with laid edges, and for clothing, a neon orange hoodie, black ripped jeans, and my go-to Air Force 1s. Finishing my morning routine; I head downstairs skipping breakfast and leaving, waiting for the next bus to pull up down the street as I listen to my music while walking. I wondered what college would be like, who I'd meet, how I'd perform, and what programs they had. I can be open and talk to people but attractive people make me shrink up. Finally it arrived. I sat down next to a (Travis Brody) blonde, strong structure, muscular, and intimidating but he was the only one left with an open seat next to him towards the front of the bus. I could see him out the corner of his eye watching my phone as I scroll through to find my next song to listen to. "R&B huh" I heard him speak up next to me. I pulled out my headphone as his blue charming blue eyes met mine. "Yeah it's what I grew up loving." I said somewhat mumbling. His lips curled up into a small smile "Lucas. Lucas Jackson." Holding eye contact as I snapped back to reality when he said "and you are?" To which I replied "Avery Wilson" shyly.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl if I may call you that, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Not at all I'm just new to this area and was looking for some people to meet"

"Looks like it's fate then" he said with a small but deep chuckle.

"Mind if I listen?" I nodded my head as he took the earbud and we sat in comfortable silence till it was time to get off.

"Which way are you headed?" I pull out my schedule to answer and tell him, "building D?"

"Oh a vocal major?" He says raising his brows

"No I'm a psychology major but I dabble" I say lightly laughing at his amusement.

"Smart and beautiful? We'll see about that" I saw him eyeing me up and down out the corner of my eye but chose not to say anything. Instead I let a small smirk form that I couldn't push down.

"What about you? Where are you going?" I asked just then noticing how tall he was, me being 5'4 and him 6'1?

"Looks like it's the same building as you though I play guitar and sing, I am actually a music and vocal major."

Hm I'd like to hear that sometime

"Maybe one day I'll play for you" interrupting my thoughts

Did I say that out loud? Nah

"I can't wait"

"We should probably get going before we're late" he said slowly starting to walk and I followed "yeah"

We made it to class with a minute to spare, Lucas's class was on a separate floor and we said our goodbyes with a hug knowing I'd see him for the ride home if not any other time today.

A couple periods passed till I got to my speech class to help better our words or how we speak with others seeing that we must in psychology.

"Today we're gonna start by reciting either our favorite poem or one we've written ourselves" I hear a powerful voice say from the back of the class.

"Let's start with Mr.Dean" the class clapped, some knowing of him, some not. How'd I know? The girls swooned the the guys looked somewhat afraid and... angry?

Tall, dark almost jet black hair, a pair of blue eyes that looked as if it pierced skin, and all black clothing. A typical edgy goth kid, great. Then his poetry must be good.

He looked around the room "You know me now as Mr.Dean but call me Adrian." He started off. Again, scoping the room as he spoke deeply, but his was was hypnotic, chaotic. "You were once under me, I saw the anger and hurt in your eyes as you tried to flee, can you tell me what it is that you did to me?- " he locked eyes with me as I saw a flash of stiffness go through him. "-just do me a favor, sit down, be quiet, and wait patiently, your little heart can rest easy as I tell you an illusion 'one day I'll set you free'. "
Then he left. Took his bag and just left, never looking back. I brushed it off as either stage fright or just simply him thinking that he has a bad boy image he must keep up.

The day was coming to a close only lunch then two more periods and I'm done. I felt holes burnt into the back of my head. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, I don't like how that feels. I turned around finding nothing but my head still burned. To my right and looking down, there he was. Adrian. I walked over "hey you alright? You kinda stormed out of class without it starting" I stated. "Oh thanks I didn't notice. I'm grand sweetheart" smugly grinning and making sarcastic gestures with his hands. "Suit yourself" I say as I walk away. I have a natural sway of the hips that always draws attention, most of that attention, isn't wanted. The attention I got today really wasn't wanted.

Sorry the first chapter is short and a Lil boring but I have ideas in this crazy mind so hold on for me ❤️ hope you enjoyed