His White Shadow

The Beginning

The Beginning:

Bzzzz Bzzz came from my phone. I sat up and read the Caller ID. "Unknown Number" was somewhat visible through my horrible vision. "Hello?" my voice was croaky, I really need some water.

"Good morning Dylan!" As soon as I heard, my body froze, "Mom?" My mom started a huge company back in my 9th grade year, and instead of living in a huge empty house while she's away, I've been living in an apartment in the city which only a bus ride away from my high school.

We talked about her schedule and she called to wish me good luck on my second day of my last year, haha that sounds funny. After the call ended I scampered off to get ready, grabbing all my stuff before walking to my bus stop with some hot cocoa.

Eventually the old school bus arrived, I walked to the final row but someone was sitting in my seat, "Excuse me, I believe you're in my seat" as soon as I said that his eyes rose from whatever he was doing with his backpack and my eyes were captivated by his soft hazel ones.

"Well, we could always share, or you could sit on my lap" he replied with wiggling eyebrows.

"Or you could sit with any of the chicks surrounding this corner seat."

He got up and sat across me with an expression that practically screamed, "Satisfied princess?"

With a smile on my face, I sat in the seat, plugged in my earbuds then began to discretely jam to some good olf-fashioned classical music, I'm about 100% sure that classical music is what keeps me calm. I follow the new schedule I was given today, and ate lunch in the garden because the cafeteria was WAY over crowded.

Sitting on the bench, I realize that the garden is actually pretty impressive. There's practically a maze with the 10' tall hedges, they're probably fake but it still looks nice. The bell rings and I begin exiting, the minute I turn the corner, someone bumps into me, "Sorry" I mutter looking down. The boy raises my chin (why I didn't swat his hand away is still a mystery) and his eyes captivate me once again.

A girl comes into view from behind him, probably a cheerleader, she says, "Ew, it's that bitch from the bus." My fists clench, resisting the urge to smack her. I glare at her and mimic her high pitch voice, "Ew, it's that queen-whore from my second period" she is astonished and turns to walk away, I leave for my class again and the boy stops me, "That took balls." I nod, "I know."

His hand stretches out, "The name's Justin" I shake his hand, "Dylan." And that ladies and gentlemen was the beginning of a very interesting and daring friendship.

OKAY so that's the beginning of this very weird teen fiction story. Please no hate <3 and comment PLEASE