Beautiful Broken Love
Meeting The Hooded Beauty
I sat in the back of the classroom, like any other day,and just like any other day, no one sat next to me. I am not very popular, ok so maybe I have no friends. I always hated the popular kids at my school. I don't even know what makes them like that, they are just evil.
I don't even mess with the gangs. They scare the shit out of me. I mean they are REAL gangs, they do pot and smoke and drink, and even kill people. They just make me......I don't even know. As Mr.Renner kept talking about slavery I just stared at him.
I noticed that he spits a lot when he talks, and his adams apple moves a lot. His bald head shines as the light from inside of the classroom shone on his head. I find it hard to believe that he was in the military, but that's what he said.
The door to the classroom opens and a kid with a black hoodie approached. "Oh, um Mr. Styles, you made it. Well please take a seat." I couldn't help but giggle noticing how much Mr. Renner sounds like Daffy Duck.
"Miss. Black, is there something you want to share with the class?" I immediately stopped and shook my head. "Alright then." I looked down and stared at my notes pretending to be studying for the test on Friday.
The chair right next to me slides out and I freeze. No one ever sits next to me. The person drops their book bag and takes out a piece of paper and a pencil. Their hood is still on their head so I couldn't make it out. All I got was a last name. Styles.
I don't even mess with the gangs. They scare the shit out of me. I mean they are REAL gangs, they do pot and smoke and drink, and even kill people. They just make me......I don't even know. As Mr.Renner kept talking about slavery I just stared at him.
I noticed that he spits a lot when he talks, and his adams apple moves a lot. His bald head shines as the light from inside of the classroom shone on his head. I find it hard to believe that he was in the military, but that's what he said.
The door to the classroom opens and a kid with a black hoodie approached. "Oh, um Mr. Styles, you made it. Well please take a seat." I couldn't help but giggle noticing how much Mr. Renner sounds like Daffy Duck.
"Miss. Black, is there something you want to share with the class?" I immediately stopped and shook my head. "Alright then." I looked down and stared at my notes pretending to be studying for the test on Friday.
The chair right next to me slides out and I freeze. No one ever sits next to me. The person drops their book bag and takes out a piece of paper and a pencil. Their hood is still on their head so I couldn't make it out. All I got was a last name. Styles.
I relaxed a bit hoping that he was just taking notes, until a piece of paper landed on top of my notes. I looked over at him but he kept looking forward. I sighed and opened the folded paper, it read:
What is your name? -H
what? Why does he wanna know my name? This kid is beyond weird.
Lavender -L
I passed it back to him and turned back to my notes. This time, the paper was slowly scooted over to me. I saw his hand. It was large, yet it looked quite soft. The veins popped out of his hands making them look muscular.
I re opened the note and it read:
That's beautiful-H
I blushed and a small smile crept on my face. I looked at my shoes for a bit before replying
Thank you. What is your name? -L
I scooted it over to him just as slow as he did to me and I heard a soft chuckle. I could see him open it from the corner of my eye and the small smile that played on his lips vanished instantly. He quickly wrote something on the note before leaving it there and walking out of the classroom.
The bell rang a few seconds after and I just sat there dumbfounded. What did I say? I unfolded the note,
That is none of your business-H
Well, at least I know it starts with H, but why did he hurry off? I don't get it. I don't get him. I quickly got up from my seat and ran out the door. All I saw was a hallway full of teenagers, rushing to get to their next classes.
No hoodie.
I made my way to my next class and I was the first one there. The teacher wasn't even there. Oh well. I sat in the back as always and just started to draw. The classroom filled quickly, and again no one sat by me. This somehow reminded me of the boy with the hoodie.What is your name? -H
what? Why does he wanna know my name? This kid is beyond weird.
Lavender -L
I passed it back to him and turned back to my notes. This time, the paper was slowly scooted over to me. I saw his hand. It was large, yet it looked quite soft. The veins popped out of his hands making them look muscular.
I re opened the note and it read:
That's beautiful-H
I blushed and a small smile crept on my face. I looked at my shoes for a bit before replying
Thank you. What is your name? -L
I scooted it over to him just as slow as he did to me and I heard a soft chuckle. I could see him open it from the corner of my eye and the small smile that played on his lips vanished instantly. He quickly wrote something on the note before leaving it there and walking out of the classroom.
The bell rang a few seconds after and I just sat there dumbfounded. What did I say? I unfolded the note,
That is none of your business-H
Well, at least I know it starts with H, but why did he hurry off? I don't get it. I don't get him. I quickly got up from my seat and ran out the door. All I saw was a hallway full of teenagers, rushing to get to their next classes.
No hoodie.
The chair from beside me slid out and the stranger took their seat. No. It can't be. I looked up and there he was. The boy with the hoodie. The teacher wasn't here and everyone was talking and making a loud commotion. I tapped him lightly on the shoulder, but he didn't budge.
I tapped him again, but he still looked forward. I grabbed his arm and he shot me a glare so powerful, if looks could kill, I would definetly be dead right now. "Don't touch me." He said through gritted teeth. He had removed my hand from his arm and was giving it a death grip.
I nodded , but he still held my hand. He loosened his grip a bit, yet he wouldn't let go of me. I slowly reached up towards his head and lightly brushed the hoodie's hood with my fingertips. I slowly pulled back the hoodie and what I saw was amazing.
His hair was a medium brown and curly. The light from the morning sun made it glow with life. I pulled back further and uncovered softened features. Hie eyes were a dark emerald. His lips were pink and heart shaped. Hie chiseled features made him look absolutely handsome.
His skin tone was a sun kissed tan, that melded perfectly with his eyes. My breath hitched in my throat and I was speechless. He was absolutely beautiful no doubt, that he looked as if he was made from the hands of gods.
He was so close to my face I could feel his breath fan over my lips. I was snapped out of my trance from someone yelling. "Miss. Black!! Mr. Styles!! No PDA!!! Detention for the both of you!" Mrs. Smith yelled at us. I sat up slowly making sure not to kiss him, even though I would die for a kiss from his soft pink lips.
He sat up with me probably shocked also at what just happend. I just ran out of the classroom to get away from him, but I knew I would have to see him after school. Shit.
Notes
Hello, first chapter!! I was a little insecure about writing this story. This is my first time writing and people seeing it, but don't go easy on me. I can take criticism :). Please COMMENT, VOTE, and SUBSCRIBE. Byee :)-Liv
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7/4/14