What We Wanted...

CHAPTER 1

I hate school. I've never liked it, but I don't really have a choice. I would much rather be at home on my bed, watching Netflix, but no.

I sigh to myself as I make my way towards my locker. Even though I have been here for almost three weeks, I'm still not used to all the new faces and shit.

With my coffee in hand, I trudge my way to my locker to meet with my only two friends in this place.

But I never get there.

Usually if I was in this kind and of situation. I would sigh and walk away. But today feels different, but its not just been today.

Ever since that night back home, everything changed.

It may have all been for the worst, but I picked a few things during that time. For example, if the world throws shit at you, you throw shit at the world.

It may not make sense, but it does to me.

That meant not standing around and taking shit from anyone. I was done and right now, I was in the mood to yell at anyone.

Even if he was a fuking greek god.

I look up into his striking smokey grey eyes, and freeze slightly. But when I notice his eyes scanning my chest area I snap.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, can't you fucking watch where your going, or are your oversized nostrils blocking you view." I growl.

He smirks. And stares into my green eyes intensely, as I do the same.

And what I see in them makes me feel sympathy for him. Behind his smirk, hidden in the depths of his eyes was pain.

And I knew exactly how he felt, cause I knew what kind of pain first hand.

He stared into my eyes like he was looking for something. He didn't say anything he just took one last look at me, scanned my shirt with his beautiful eyes.

And walked away.

I just stood there dumbfounded in the hallway with a huge brown spot, and the sweet scent of my latte dripping from my white school uniform dress shirt.

I frown deeply, not just because of my shirt, but because he's hurting and I can see him trying to cover it up with his smirk.

But as I feel my shirt beginning to stick to my chest, I remember what he did. I dump my cup in the closets trash can.

All this because that dick decided to not look where he was going and ended up bumping into me a spilling my morning latté on me.

Different students passed by me just staring and whispering. Instead of taking there crap, I glared at them and go to the girls bathroom.

***

It was a normal day for me, well as normals as it gets for a girl with secrets. But there was one thing on my mind...or one person.

Through out the day I saw him in the halls, in the cafeteria, or in the parking. But for some unknown reason I was drawn to that grey eyed greek god.

I had only been here for about three weeks now and had never seen him before.

And the way he stared into my eyes.

I wanted to know what was hidden behind those gorgeous grey eyes. What was hurting him so I could comfort him.

Weird I know, but no body should go through that sort of pain alone.

I wanted to know his secrets.

I wanted to know him.

But I couldnt, I had to keep away from danger. And from what I had heard from the whispers amongst students. But I also wanted to hold, him and tell him its alright, cause I could tell he is hurting.