freaks ; c.hood

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CALUM HOOD -

"another tattoo, cal? you just got one last week!" ashton says to me, with a disapproving look. i roll my eyes at him.

"it's just a tattoo! it's not like i'm in a groupie or some shit!" i snap back. michael and luke look at each other and laugh.

"i wouldnt be surprised if you were in one." michael rolls his eyes, saying. i slap his snapback off his head and he yelps, his messy red hair exposed. i grin while michael attempts to fix his hair again.

the guys and i are currently walking the halls of our school, aka hell. i never understood high school, you just do work that youll never need in your life and be placed in a clique that the populars choose for you. it's either youre popular or not, simple as that.

i fucking hate this society.

we walk into the cafeteria taking a seat on a table. finding a table in this school is hard. youll have to know where youre placed in at the "popularity" scale. if youre extremely popular, you sit at the middle of the lunch area. being in the middle, you could see everything that is going on. it's easier for the popular kids to make fun of the people that arent, well, them.

they're annoying as hell, but everyone praises them anyways.

before i knew the guys, they used to be in the middle of the "popularity scale". the populars didnt mess with the guys, and the guys didnt mess the populars. but when i met the guys, everyone thought i was a freak because of the numerous tattoos i have.

the guys didnt care though, they liked me more than the so-called "popularity scale". now because of me, we were known as the freaks. the populars liked to constantly make fun of us and the people who knew us. it was horrible that i caused all of this. i used to stop hanging out with the guys because im a freak and it was all my fault everyone hated us. they found out and immediately told me they didnt care about it, so i stopped.

i started to eat my sandwich that my mom had made me that morning and looked at the other guys. they started talking about their homework assignments and how their teachers are annoying as fuck.

being bored from the conversation, i look around the cafeteria.

i see the nerds, sluts, populars, druggies, and emo people. but i see one girl that catches my eye.

she sits alone, sitting on the floor by a trashcan. she has earphones in and is eating a sandwich. she wears black skinny jeans with a hole on the knee and a tie-dye shirt. she has bright short silver/white hair. her eyes are on the floor and all she does is eat and listen to music.

but her hair didn't catch my eye, it's the tattoos that run on the lower part of both of her arms. there are some on her fingers i could see. my eyes widen on the beautiful drawings i see on her skin.

i feel michael lean towards him trying to see what i was looking at.

"what are you looking at, calum?" he asks, curiosity in his voice. i stop staring at the girl and look at him.

"that girl over there, sitting on the floor with the silver hair and tattoos." i say, amused. michael's eyes look around the room and finally spots her with his face brightening.

"wow! she's hella pretty. I CALL DIBS!" michael cries out, fist-pumping the air. ashton rolls his eyes, drinking his chocolate milk. luke looks at the girl and bites his lip ring, probably thinking she's pretty too. i groan in annoyance.

"but i saw her first! plus, we dont even know who she is." i say. ashton looks at the girl and soon all of us stare at her at the same time. she doesnt seem to notice though, as she smiles listening to her music.

"i think she's new. i saw her in the principals office earlier. calum, you should say hi to her." ashton says. my eyes widen.

"me? why me? why not mikey, he called dibs on her!" i say, glaring at michael. he sticks his tongue at me.

"youre just jealous i called dibs on someone that's hot as fuck." michael smirks. i roll my eyes. ashton sighs.

"alright, fine. michael go say hi to he-"

"OKAY FINE ILL DO IT. GOSH YOU DONT HAVE TO ASK ME AGAIN." i pretend to groan and i get up. i hear them giggle, knowing i wanted to say hi to her anyways.

i start to walk towards her, not knowing what to say.

"hey, youre new here right? im calum and i think youre hot." or "youre tattoos are cool, wanna make out?" i think.

i groan as i get closer and closer to her. when i reach her, she doesnt seem to notice. she rapidly scrolls through her phone. it seems like she's looking for a new song to play.

i clear my throat but realize she couldnt hear me from her music. i then give up and sit next to her. she feels my presence and turns to me, taking one earphone off her ear.

she has grey eyes, i think. they're so pretty.

"um, hi?" she says to me, her eyebrow raised up in confusion. i clear my throat and smile at her.

"hi, im calum." i say, but being the awkwardest person on the planet, my voice cracks in the middle of my sentence. my cheeks turn red and she starts to laugh

shit, she probably thinks im a total loser.

"you're so fricken cute. you just made my day" she laughs again and faces me more her full attention on me now. my face turns redder and i murmur an awkward thank you.

"what's your name?" i ask her. she puts her hand out for me to shake.

"i'm saturn." she says, smiling bigger. my heart begins to race more as i hear her speak.

"that's a really pretty name." i shyly say. saturn chuckles and says thank you. we stare at each other for a few seconds before i hear one of those popular fuckers yell out:

"AYE, LOOK! IT'S THE NEW FREAK AND THE OLD FREAK HANGING OUT TOGETHER! WHAT FREAKS!" josh, one of the head populars, shouts out. everyone stopped talking and started laughing, except for the guys, of course, and me and saturn.

saturn frowns and insecurely started playing with her hands. calum furiously glares at the popular kids. josh smirks and puts his hands up like hes surrendering and turns back to his group. i sigh and look at saturn.

she gathers up all her stuff and puts the rest of her sandwich in the trash.

"why did they call us freaks? thats so fucking rude." she frustratingly says. i sadly smile at her, wishing she never came to this school and met those popular assholes.

"welcome to our school, saturn. youre now labeled as a freak, like me."

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