Late. {A.B}

Chapter 1

"I cannot be late." The words pounded in my head in an almost perfect rhythm with my combat boot encased feet pounding on the conforming white tiles of the blank school corridor. Meaningless 'art' strewn across every possible gap on the otherwise white walls with cheap, poorly executed paint, blurring into a hazy smudge as my heart began to pound similarly.
The bell. It split not only the atmosphere, but also the very air around me, the thought process, and my hope. I stopped dead in my tracks, there was no point in rushing now. I'd be reprimanded in the classroom and severely punished at home, I couldn't deny the facts.
Abrupt yelling exploded from the classroom to my left, no doubt some prep causing trouble before class had even really began. I tried to continue my walk down toward my classroom but to no avail, my feet were simply refusing to cooperate, I couldn't tell you why, maybe stupidity, maybe fate, maybe it was just some gross chewing gum sticking we feet down.
The few seconds of yelling felt like years in my own head, though of course they weren't, all that time couldn't have prepared me for the ear-splitting bang and flash of black. A boy. Tall, above six feet easily. Pale. Leather jacket. Skinny jea-
"Shit I'm sorry... didn't see you there"
I lay, dazzled. Up till this point I was completely unaware that he had stormed past so briskly that I was almost immediately pummelled, and now, sitting on my aching backside with Mr. Jawline over here.
He offered me a long fingered hand, which I somehow managed to grasp in my state of sudden hypnosis. He pulled me up like I weighed nothing, I was almost too distracted to hear him ask my name. And once I'd told him, he seemed much more at ease. He smiled then stiffened, remembering that names are usually something to be mutually exchanged.
"Andy." He said, sounding rather unsure that was indeed his name. He cleared his throat with a deep grunt and gestured towards to principles office.
"Now if you'll excuse me, fair maiden, I must journey to find the legendary detention" he paused to stifle a chuckle. " And thou must be getting to thy class, or else thou art going to be in a similar situation." He winked, and I'm only 90% sure my ovaries exploded, then bowed playfully, turned on his heel and started walking away.
"Good luck fair knight!" I yelled after him, and the laugh that followed made my small little black heart grow wings.
As I dragged my feet down the corridor, My mind was hazy. I couldn't stop thinking about him; the way his jet black hair perfectly framed his sharp face, the silver ring that hung delicately off his bottom lip, his deep, soothing voice that went straight through me, and most awe-inspiring of all, his eyes. A deep blue, almost sea like. Kind eyes, full of sorrow. And the way he looked at me when he knocked he over- actually concerned. It was the first time I'd seen that look in a very long time. Nobody is ever concerned about the emo kid. Quite the opposite in fact. I found myself remembering seconds long instances where I'd seen him before, he certainly wasn't new. Sitting under the dubbed 'losers tree' playing guitar or writing in a massive notebook, one that nobody got the privilege to see. Smoking around the back of the gym. Tearing paper off his locker... 'fag', 'emo', 'kill yourself'. The words circled my head, wondering if that's why he looked at me with such sympathy, if he'd gone through the same things. I'd seen it, and it agonized me, to be helpless. I always wanted to help him; I always knew I wasn't strong enough. I Sincerely doubted he recognized me at all, being who I was.
Before I knew it I was at class. Looking back now, I can't even remember what mr. White said to me. I just remember one word. 'Detention'