Spoken

Chapter 3- Griffin Thorn

Walking through the halls is torture. All the eyes watching my every move. Disgust clear in their gaze. I keep my head down and scan the floor, looking at the ankles of the students that surround me. Weaving through the bodies my shoulder gets pushed back, knocking me off course. Glancing behind me I see a new face. It's rare that there's a new student at this school, so I take notice. Its going to be a long fucking day.

"Sorry!" he turns back and yells. I wave indicating it was fine and turn continue on my way to my class. After AP lang I had accelerated Algebra two, AP Physics, Study hall, Art, and Sign language. Entering the class I walk to the back and sit in my seat, as far away as I can. I lean back in my chair, watching the teenagers trickle in, waiting for class to start. Once the teacher arrived, people started to quiet down.

"Good morning, everybody. Please start on the warm up I've set up on the board," my teacher told us. Grabbing my notebook, I start on the problems in front of me. Abruptly the door opened, and the boy who ran into me in the hall appeared looking frazzled. While looking up at him, I saw how gorgeous he was. He wasn't that stereotypical hot guy with the perfect hair, a jawline that could cut a bitch, or the perfectly built body that he seemed not to have to work for. No, he was kinda the opposite. He had messy hair; like when you use a towel to dry your hair so it sticks up everywhere in complete chaos, yet it looked calm and collected like every single strand knew exactly where it should stand. And no, his jawline was gentle and comforting, like a soft sea breeze. And no, his body was on the smaller side. He was by no means scrawny, but he didn't have the "dorito chip" body. If anything his body gave off a protective but innocent vibe. He was beautiful to say the least, but nothing compared to his eyes. His eyes threw me into a sea of green; keeping me captive.

"Hi sorry for interrupting. Is this accelerated Algebra two?" the stranger asked.

"Hi yes it is. I'm Mr. Rolando, and you are?" my teacher replied. The new person walked further into the room and smiled.

"I'm Griffin Thorn," he finishes, "where should I sit?".

"Hey man, come sit with us," Liam states, obviously trying to acquire a new minion. As Griffin gets pushed into a seat, he looks up and smiles catching me staring at him.

The rest of class was not interesting, but every once in a while I would catch the mysterious boy looking back at me. Every time he looked back I could feel his curiosity, it continuously brought my gaze up to him. By the end of the hour he looked at me a total of fifteen times. I counted.

Third period was uneventful. However, I received a text from Owen reminding me I had a physical therapy appointment after school, so he was going to pick me up early. Going into study hall, I yet again see Griffin. I sit in my usual seat in the darkest corner, completely ignoring him and his new friends. I pull out my sketch book and put in my ear buds, blasting my angsty playlist. My eyes scan the page, flying over the lines that I create. The shading calms me into a false sense of security, the figure transforming into its final form. The strong bass calming me as I draw. As I finalize the branches of the huge flowing willow tree I feel eyes looking at me. Confused, I let my gaze wander up.

"Oh sorry. Didn't mean to stare, it's beautiful," the brilliant green eyes told me, the whirling sea of Griffin Thorn. I immediately look back down unwilling to meet his eyes. Surprisingly he stays, continuing to look over my shoulder. While I had the chance I try and get a better look at the new person in front of me. I zone out looking at the magnificent man in front of me. Next thing I know, Griffin is snapping trying to get my attention.

"Hello? Are ya good there?" he asks looking completely unfazed by the fact that I literally just checked him out. However I still managed a slight nod from behind my hood. "Good. Thought I lost ya for a second there. Well I'm Griffin Thorn. I'm new."

I know that... and I think he knows that. Looking up at the tall boy before me, I don't quite know what to do with myself. Since the crash no one really talks to me at school. This must be some sort of cruel joke. But once that beautiful boy introduced himself, I lost all sense of self preservation and I just waved meekly and smiled. Not that he could see it.

"You know most people take their hoods off inside," he took the seat next to me, yet another unnatural thing. Nobody sits next to me if they aren't forced to. "But I respect your fashion choice," he finishes, smiling giddily. I let out a little laugh, I guess you can't really call it a laugh, I really just let out a puff of air from my nose. Now as I scan Griffin further, I see that he is in a gray hoodie with a jean jacket thrown on top and a pair black jeans. I have got to hand it to him, right now he's the better dressed of us. As I am quite literally checking him out I feel, yet again, fingers at the base of my hood; and yet again I reach up to keep my features safely concealed. However I notice a bit of still raw flesh across my hand; I quickly rush to cover it up. I look up to Griffin looking at me quizzically.

"Hey dude, what the fuck are you doing? Don't talk to her, she's a freak" I wince at the sudden intrusion of noise, from such a horrid voice, as Griffin looks up at Liam.

"What do you mean man?" Griffin responds. I watched as all the joy and innocence slipped from Griffin's eyes, and were replaced with stone. He looked at Liam like he was trying to figure out what made him tick, as if he was trying to figure out if he could trust him. I saw him contemplating, having a war within himself, before ultimately coming to a conclusion. Ah there it is. I can see the doubt in his eyes, in his beautiful green eyes. He's going to join the dark side. Okay maybe that was a little dramatic.

"You don't have to stoop so low Thorn, just sit with us," Liam answers giving me the stink eye, " It'd be better for your reputation". Fuck you Liam, that was just a low blow. I think about flipping him off but think better of it, he most likely will talk his way out of it. That's the main reason I don't retaliate, although it would feel amazing to. As I look up at Liam standing before me, I see a hint of red rimming his eyes. Weird.

Griffin looks at me suspiciously, I shrug. I mean Liam may be harsh but, he isn't wrong.

"What are you talking about Asino?" he asks, weirdly looking confused. Just as Liam is about to answer, no doubt to insult me, my phone chimes. As I pull it out of my pocket I see a text from Owen telling me that he's here. I try to slip away from the chicken fight, when I feel Liam's grimy hand.

I grimace, looking around I see the watchful eyes of the students around us, craving more drama, more chaos. Of course the two boys in-front of me, having a staring contest like children, were fueling that.

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So this is the longest chapter I've written and it took me like three weeks and two already written chapters to create it so I really hope you guys like it. It is my child. 

Anyways this chapter is 1318 words long and three pages on google docs so yeah. 

Thanks to my editor Megan love you boo, and happy birthday to one of my best friends!