Chapter 1
I stare at my computer screen, looking at his profile picture. I know, it sounds a little perverted, but still. He. Is. Hot. Light brown hair, with light grey eyes. He might not be like me, but I could try to find out. If it doesn't work out, I'll live and move on. If he is, then, well, we will see what happens.
I roll over and look at my clock, the red letters stinging my eyes. Two in the morning. I moan and roll back over, covering my face with my pillow. I can't stop thinking of him. Worrying about whether or not he would like me in person. If we meet in person. Hopefully? I drift off into a dreamless sleep, one of no worries or problems. Nothing to worry about. Yet.
Once the alarm goes off, I am up and out of my bed. Dizzy from the quick sit up, I walk to my closet. My favorite sweatshirt a size too big, ripped jeans, and my Vans. I rush to grab my bag, containing my books, homework, and other essentials for the school year. I sling it over my shoulder.
I run down the stairs to the kitchen on the left, wishing the railing wasn't there so I could just jump off of the stairs and into the kitchen. Elise, my little sister, is making our breakfast. I sit down at the kitchen table as Elise is setting down the plates for her, mom, and me. I eat in silence. My thoughts drifting to him. I snap out of it when Elise punches my arm,"What are you thinking about, big brother?" I laugh.
"I'm thinking about school," I lie, wishing she could know. The one secret no one knows. I quickly finish my breakfast, and run out the door, barely missing the bus.
I walk through the doors of the school, being shoved by the other students. My dyed blue hair hanging in my face, I blow it out of my eyes.
I walk up to room 31 and I push the door open. I walk quickly to my seat in the back of the class, trying to avoid the stares of my peers. I sit down and pull my hood over my head, my hair coming out from under it. My head is shaved on all sides but the top. My hair was originally dark brown, but I needed a change.
The teacher walks in. She is not the best teacher in the world, with her strict personality, and her beady eyes. Mrs. Wright loves me, though. She lets me do anything. I don't do anything though. I like to put my hood up and listen to the playlist on my Ipod. I try not to look like who I really am. Try to look like a normal person. As close as I can get.
I pull my notebook from my bag, and start sketching. Sketching the boy I met online.
It's not long before the bell rings. I quickly grab my bag from the ground and I rush out of the room and to my next class.
I hear 'loser' pulsing through the walls of the school. I reach up and pull my hood further down on my head. When I did that though, I run into someone, and I fall onto the ground with a yelp. I look up and gawk at who is staring down at me with the same intensity of the way I'm looking at him.
He stretches his arm out and bends to pick me up, holding me lightly at my waist.
"Pierce?" He hesitantly asks. I knew it was him. I recognized him from online.
I look up at him, just a few inches taller than me and my 6'2" height.
I whisper,"Dustin?" I smile. He nods. It really is him.
