How Long Until I Get You? (belldom)

Chapter Two

It was the first day of sophomore year, and I had awoken early to get ready for school. I was obsessed with my looks and hair, I just couldn't help it.
I tried to straighten it, to flatten it down, but as always, my hair was springy and refused to cooperate. I just spiked up my hair with water.
I grabbed my new pair of neon pink shoes, they were at first, nike air-force ones, but my brother spilled paint on them, and I decided to just paint them pink.
I put on a pair of white jeans, and grabbed my hand-me-down blue turtleneck that my older brother, Paul, gave me. The sweater was oversized, so it should have made me look less thin, but the skinny jeans I was wearing gave it away.
I put a whittle tank top under my sweater, and a little necklace as well. Although no one would be able to see it, I thought it was cute.
I put on my shoes and tied the laces, which were still white.
I walked into my bathroom, putting on blush on my cheeks, and concealer on my under eyes.
I skipped down the stairs, going into the kitchen. My mum and brother were there, waiting on me. I got a piece of toast, grabbed my phone, and me and Paul left. I hadn't gotten my driver's license yet, so Paul had to drive me to school.
I listened to some old blues song on the radio, it was a song called, "Feeling Good". I knew it because my mum loved the song, so me and Paul knew all the lyrics.
"Birds flying high, you know how I feel. Sun in the sky, you know how I feel.. yeah freedom is mine, and you know how I feel. It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life, for me. And I'm feeling good." I sang.
Paul chuckled. "Matt, you've got a great voice. You need to start singing instead of just playing that old piano."
"But I love the piano!" I argued. I didn't think my voice was good enough for anyone else but my family to hear it.
"Well, you need to learn something new. Like.. the guitar!" Paul said.
"I don't know.. I don't think I'd be that good." I said, looking down.
"Is this about dad?" Paul asked me. I sighed and looked out the window. "..no."
Yes, it was about my dad. He was a musician, too, but he treated my mum and us, very badly. I don't want to be like him.
"Matt, if it is, we can-" Paul was trying to say, before I interrupted him.
"Just drop me off here. I can walk to school." I said, Paul sighing and putting the car in park. I got out of the car, waving bye.
School was only a street away, I'd make it in time.

As I approached the school gates, my friend, Chris, was waiting there for me.
"Hey, Bells! What took you so long?" He asked.
"Nothing! Paul had some car issues and found it best that I walk the rest of the way here." I said, looking down.
"Oh. Well, it's nice to finally be able to see you more, now that I'm in high school." Chris smiled.
For someone younger than me, he was a whole head taller than my height. I was only around 5'6", while Chris was about 6'1".
Chris and I were friends because Paul had been one of his band mates once, so they were close. I already knew Chris, though, because of how good of a footballer he was.
"Yeah, that's great!" I smiled. "Say, Bells. When are you ever gonna join a band?" Chris asked eagerly.
"Never." I said, calmly.
"Why not?" Chris asked.
"I'm not that good." I sigh.
"I've seen you play piano, you're amazing!" Chris said, nudging my shoulder.
"Eh.." I looked down.
The first bell rung.
"Gotta go, Bells!" Chris said.
"Bye, Chris!" I said, waving. I walked into my classroom, sitting down in a seat.
Someone had left a piece of paper there, and a pencil.
I started to scribble. I jotted down lyrics to a song, before deciding that I didn't like it. I ripped up the piece of paper, sighing.
I looked out the window. The sun was bright, but I continued to stare at it.
Suddenly, a blonde boy sat down in front of me. He must've been new, because I'd never seen him before.
I tapped on his shoulder, but he mustn't have felt it. I started rolling up the ripped pieces of paper and throwing them at him.
He seemed agitated, and moved seats. I chuckled, looking at him. He was wearing all black, and looked homeless. I stifled down a laugh.
He talked to the other people around him.

The class soon ended, and it was break. I walked around with Chris, and another friend of mine, named Tom. Him and Chris were closer together than me and Chris, so I'd just let them talk.
They continuously asked me about joining a band, and I said no every time.
I saw the blonde boy again, sitting around with his little emo friends. I laughed a bit, looking back at Chris and Tom.
"What's so funny?" Tom asked.
"That new kid." I said, Tom and Chris looking around and catching a glimpse of him. 
"He looks homeless." I said.
Chris smiled, but knew it was wrong to laugh at a joke like that. He started to laugh, holding his stomach.
"I'm going to hell." Chris said.
"Guys, that isn't nice." Tom said to Chris and I.
"Who cares? He'll never want to be around us anyway." I said, looking back at him.

It was the end of the day, and I was walking to the bus, when I saw the blonde boy behind me.
I thought he was following me, so I quickly got on the bus, texting Chris.
He's following me.
The message sent.
Who?
Chris asked.
The homeless blonde boy.
The message sent.
Okay, damn. Call me if something happens.

I hid in my seat, the blonde boy sitting in the seat across from mine. I could feel him staring at me. I just looked towards the window.
Luckily, I was the first stop today.
I quickly got off of the bus and walked into my house. The blonde now knew where I lived.
I went into my house, texting Chris about what happened. I called him, and he started to laugh.
"Bells, you have a stalker!" Chris said to me.
"Ugh! I feel less comfortable already." I told him.
"Of course you do." Chris said. "I gotta go, but I'll be back." He hung up before I could say anything.
I layed down in my bed for a bit, sighing.
I got up, taking my shirt and pants off, leaving just my boxers.
I left on my necklace and socks, but grabbed one of my older brother's tshirts. It was big enough to go down to my knees.
I got under my covers and closed my eyes.
Maybe I should get some rest.