School was torture.
It was his first day and he hated every second of it.
He had never been rich. Just the poor kid with no friends. Why his mum put him in Baskerville High School was beyond him.
Baskerville High was the richest school around. All the kids wore Westwood suits and shiny black shoes. They all had perfect hair and looked as if even their stationery would be designer.
John wore jumpers. And lots of them. They were all he had, really. He bought all of his clothes at the local charity shop.
It was social suicide, but it was the only way to pay the bills and not smell of month old sweat.
He had made no friends.
There was no one who would give him a second glance in the state he was in.
He had a feeling that he wasn't going to make many 'BFFs', but it would be nice to meet someone who could look at him without flinching.
There was only one boy who caught his eye.
He had midnight hair, whitest white skin and eyes that glinted in the sun like the moon on the water. He never spoke to anyone. He didn't have friends.
But John was determined to make a friend with the boy with the eyes.
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COLOUR - Teenlock/johnlock
أدب الهواةFluffy teenlock set in a world where you only see in colour when you find your soulmate. The idea for this was from tumblr. Don't worry it's not the hat fic.
