Project Happiness

02|| hell is pretty much synonymous with high school

Here I was, willingly torturing myself each and every day. In fact, I basically paid to be here.

Well I didn't pay, my mum did.

School. High School to be more sepcific. Also known as the bane of my existence

I walked carefully; my gaze averted a conscious decision on my part as my fellow classmates could be very cruel. I heard someone leer and another person coughed. I knew that if I looked up, everyone would point and laugh, and whisper.

It wasn't even my fault. Well, the blame could be placed on multiple people.

I was just waiting for another high-school tragedy to occur so I wouldn't be the laughing stock for much longer. Which was cruel of me but there was only so much one person could endure.

I continued walking, ignoring everyone around me.

It had already been three months of this torture. Of being treated like a ...disease. No-one really wanted to associate with someone so... stupid as me.

Which I definitely was.

The worst thing is I don't think I even learned my lesson.

I shouldn't trust pretty boys but as soon as a boy pops into my vision, there go my brain, packed and out the door, ready for my stupid foolish heart to lead the way. Making the best decisions to be the joke of the-

"Be careful." A soft voice called out. He doesn't so much as call out as he tells me so. I realized that I was about to walk into an open locker the door.

The girl who had opened the locker door gave me a cold look, as if she could believe I dared to almost injure myself near her. Or maybe it was because I was tainting her by walking near her and her locker. Who knows?

I looked up to thank whoever stopped me before I could make a bigger fool of myself and froze.

Arlo Manners.

I had never had a conversation with him but here I was, ruining his day. Could I be such a mistake?

"I'm sorry," I said, immediately in a state of panic.

He grinned. His face was soft. He was basically Captain America if Captain America was black and the epitome of perfection. I guess he could be the Sam Wilson version of Captain America. The problem is that neither Captain America was perfect, which is the opposite to Arlo.

Here me out, Captain America made mistakes, but I was fairly certain Arlo was perfect.

He was the smartest person in our grade, and he played sports pretty well, if I heard correctly. Sadly, sports didn't interest me, so I wasn't sure how good he was. He was kind to every single person. In fact, I had never heard a bad rumor about him. Everything was 'he's perfect,' and 'he helps anyone who he thinks needs it' and all that good stuff.

Not to mention he wasn't hard on the eyes. He had one dimple and his teeth were so white I was blinded. His face was pretty, so pretty forgot how to reply. I forgot how to English.

My teeth were not as straight as his not to mention slightly yellow. Not the mention the fact that I had a double canine.

He had a button up shirt and chinos. He didn't wear glasses, but he had this dip on his nose that looked like he had for a while. His nose was also small and cute I was instantly jealous. My nose was large and obtrusive, but he looked perfectly proportional. His eyebrows were neatly done, and he had cheek bones to die for and a jaw line that was soft, yet masculine. This boy was... pretty. I feel like if I told him 'you're pretty,' he wouldn't take it as an insult but he would say something like-