There are two kinds of love

A heart of stone

School never really was the same after Lukas' death. My school was an 'all through school'. It had its own nursery, primary, highschool and college rolled into one. It was like a prison, just without the cells.

I missed Lukas. He would always purposely intrude our classes, asking the teacher if he had any spare toilet paper because the bathroom was out. It would always cost him a detention, but he didn't care. "Just to see my lil princess smile" would be his answer every time I asked him why he'd risk his education. A silly boy, Lukas was. A really, really, silly boy. However, I would sell my soul just for another silly moment with him.

"Sarah Branskey!"

I jumped in my chair, "w-wha?" I muttered, looking around.

The classroom erupted in giggles, causing the teacher, Mr Cross, to scowl. He was the stereotypical stern teacher. You know, the one you always had to hand your homework in on time, and you could never go to the toilet with out a better excuse other than "but I didn't need it before." Quite a bore, actually.

Mr Cross narrowed his eyes at me before turning to write my name on the board in black ink. Beware the black ink, is what younger kids would say. Wow, I didn't know getting my name on the board was such a curse.

"Would you like to share with the class why you're spacing out in MY lesson?" His voice was always like sandpaper.

I had to suppress a shiver as a looked down at my desk. What do I say? I obviously can't say I was thinking about my deceased brother. Don't want to be classed as attention seeking now, do I?

"I was just thinking, sir. I apologise," I muttered, refusing to meet his gaze.

No way was I staring into those eyes and becoming stone.

No. Way.

Mr Cross made a 'hmming' noise before returning to the equation on the board. Maths was such a bore. If I didn't promise Lukas I'd do good in the subject, I'd of flunked it months ago. Lukas..

I miss him.

I found myself spacing out again, thinking of the Christmas' me and Lukas shared. All the toys we'd swap because he liked to keep diaries and I enjoyed playing with cars.

Strange boy, but very lovable. Apparently, too lovable for earth.

I must have been spaced out for longer then I'd thought because I didn't notice the boy who now stood at the front of the room come in. He was quite tall, cute too.

Wait, what? Sarah, please. Control your hormones.

Mr Cross stood behind the boy, placing his hands on his shoulders, in which the boy grimaced slightly.

At least we had something in common: we both hated physical contact.

"Everyone, this is Arthur. He's just moved here from the town over, and will be joining us for the remainder of the year. Please make him feel welcome."

The boy, who now had been named Arthur, managed to crack a small smile, but instantly his lips snapped back into a straight line. Almost like a spring.

"Please take a seat next-"

I quickly glanced at the open seat beside me which had been empty since loud mouthed Kelly had left to move abroad. I mentally chanted: Don't chose me, don't chose me, don't fucking chose me.

"-To Sarah. Sarah, raise your hand please"

Damn these cliché story plots.

I raised my hand reluctantly, almost groaning when Arthur began to walk over. I absentmindedly began to compare the features between him and Lukas. Lukas had light brown hair and dark brown eyes. Arthur here, had dirty blonde, shaggy hair, with dark blue eyes.

I could almost feel the lust rolling off the girls in waves.

Hormonal bitches, if you ask me.

As Arthur sat down, I looked out the window to my left. I began to think back to my 14th birthday. We spent it in hospital because Lukas had decided he wanted to be spiderman, since I liked him so much at the time, and dressed up as him, hanging off my window at 9 in the morning. It didn't end well as he let go and landed on the roof of dads car. He survived, only with a broken rib. He spent a couple days resting, before trying to make it up to me. Almost crying because I refused to forgive him. He didn't survive the hit and run, though. He didn't get out with a couple broken bones.. He died.

I smiled as my vision began to blur. My chest tightened and my bottom lip began to quiver. No. No, not now.

I raised my hand, trying to hold it in until I could be excused. Luckily, Mr Cross didn't need to be told what was wrong since the news got around school faster than it would if someone had a bun in the oven.

As soon as Mr Cross let me go I stood up and rushed out, my hand clamped around my mouth in a vain attempt to muffle my whimpers. I didn't care if I was being stared at, my rule to never cry in front of people was still going strong.

However, I, was not.

But what I neglected to notice, were the pair of blue eyes that had been watching me since they sat down.