Never Forget (or something cheesy like that)

The Story Begins (kinda)

(A/N yes, that is Zaddy Shrek. yes, I drew him. yes, he is single and ready to mingle (or just have fun *wink *wink *smirk.) yes, I will start all my sentences with the word yes in all lowercase letters. yes, I hope you enjoy reading this. yes, foiieafbgrhbheenvbov. yes.)

I step out of the ice cold cold shower, I go and grab some dull boring clothes as my toes and fingers slowly start to regain feeling. A navy blue hoodie, black sweat pants and white sneakers. I rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab an apple before I leave. I thought for sure I was gonna miss the bus, but luckily for me we had a substitute driver so she was a bit late. 

As soon as the bus got to the school I was the first one off and I went straight to the bathroom. Why did I go to the bathroom you ask? Oh, y-you didn't ask?... Well fuck ya chicken strips I'm telling you anyways. Yes it's important to the plot! Just you wait and see! Y-you know what?! Shut up and let me tell you the cliché love story that is my life!

So, as I was saying, since I hate the clothes Mr. Holbien makes me wear, I stash extra clothes in my backpack and change at school, in the bathroom, in a stall, yea. I didn't steal the clothes though if you're wondering where I got them from. I have a job at a Clair's in a mall, so I just use the money I make to buy clothes and shoes and shit. I'm not a thief, the only thing I steal is hearts! Real, human hearts, with blood and veins. I keep them in labeled jars on shelves in my bedroom. They help me sleep at night. Jk... unless... nah for real I'm not crazy.

Any who, today I'm gonna be wearing an oversized baby blue hoodie with a cute chibi panda on the front, black jean 'short' shorts, (long enough so that you can tell I'm wearing pants but short enough to expose my smooth shaven legs.) a pair of Dr. Martens that I some how managed to save up for last summer. (I still don't know how I did it with my shopping problem.) And a pair of black and white striped socks that stop about 2/3 of the way up my calves. (I also put my septum piercing in and diamond stud earrings. Don't ask how I was able to get these piercings. It's a long and painful story that involves a lot of blood, puss, and long beanies.)

Once I put the ugly clothes in my bag and lip balm on my lips, (think of the lip balms that are like round and in a spherical shape. you know what I'm talking about right? well this information is irrelevant any ways, so I forgive you for being ill-informed. *smiley emoji*) I leave  the bathroom and head to first period.

As I'm walking down the hallway trying to avoid social interaction, I see a face I've never seen before. A tall muscular white guy, with light brown almost blonde hair that's styled like he's in The Vampire Diaries. He has a jawline so sharp, you could use it as a knife. I stop walking and just stare at him with my mouth slightly open. He's so gorgeous, he's hot, he's handsome. hell, he's even cute, he's... walking towards me! He' s looking at me!! He's standing in front of me!!! OMFG HE'S TALKING TO ME!!!! Wait, he's talking to me... OMG WHAT IS HE SAYING! SNAP OUT OF IT TRISTON! 

" Hey, are you ok? Hello? Any one home?"

"da... uh... um... h-hi!"

He chuckles and says "Hi, I'm Brandon. Brandon Jacobson." he puts his hand out for me to shake.

"I-I'm um... Triston... D-DeLaCruz." I reply lighty shaking his hand.

"I'm new here and you look pretty cool, so I as wondering if you could help me find class 203?"

"I'm class 203." I answer quickly.

"Um... you're an entire class?"

"Oh! Um... N-NO no! I meant, I'm in class 203." Shit why'd I say that I'm class 203! I such and idiot! He probably thinks I'm crazy! It's men-al illness innit? (if you get it you get it.)