Bean

I started to twist and turn in my sleep as the thoughts in my mind began to grow louder and louder. Immediately, I jerked up from my slumber in a cold sweat. My heart raced and my breath shorten. My anxiety rose with every passing hour.

My room was darker than the darkest of nights. I bend over to my nightstand and flicked the switch on my lamp. Boxes and bags were scattered around my room and a small stuffed animal lay on the side of my bed. I was far too tired to pick it up, and besides, what’s the point anyway.

The time was currently 5:50 AM and I still lay there, staring at the ceiling. I hoped for any kind of motivation to help me through this day. The time was slowly passing by as every minute passed. My eyes began to slowly close and I started to drift into a deep sleep. Instead of getting a few more minutes of sleep, I got a loud beeping sound coming to my side table.

I sigh and hopped off of my bed to look for the outlet. The alarm clock was slightly broken; I had to unplug it every day to stop it from going off. But hey, it works. After dealing with that, I quickly gazed around my room in the utter darkness to try and see where the boxes lay.

I cautiously made my way to the light switch through my mess. Once I clicked on the light, I could see where everything was. I swooped up my backpack and my small pile of folded clothes. Once I did that, I stared at myself in the mirror.

I need to make a great first impression. I thought as I changed into my clothes. As I got ready, I began to think to myself. It’s bad enough that I have to live in this new neighborhood; now I have to go to a new school?

My older brother started to yell at me from downstairs, meanwhile, my thoughts slowly started to conquer my mind. I wasn’t ready to go to a new school. After all, this school is just going to be like my last one.

“Beau!” Yelled my brother from downstairs. It was only 6:23 and he was already yelling. I quickly grabbed my backpack and headed toward my bedroom door. But then, I halted to a stop. I walked back to my bed and I picked up the stuffed animal on the side of my bed.

My brother, Thomas, kept yelling my name and I yelled back. “I’m coming!”

I bolted down the stairs and I saw my brother waiting at the bottom. He glared at me as I came down. “Finally!” He said, throwing up his arms dramatically. “I’ve been yelling your name for 10 minutes.” “C’mon, I have to go drop you off.” Then, he threw a jacket at me.

It was too late if I wanted to get breakfast, I had to be a school early so I can get my schedule. The school sent me a virtual copy of my schedule; so I kinda knew where all my classes were.

Quickly, I got into the front seat of my brother’s jeep. It was kinda old and ran down. Sometimes the Jeep’s engine would sputter for around five minutes. Once my Thomas put the key in, we were off.

I stared out the window for the entirety of the car ride. Thomas glanced over at me slightly concerned. I knew what he was going to say, and honestly, I didn’t want to hear it. He pulled over on the side of the road and stared at me.

“Beau.” He began. “You are starting High School and you need to be prepared.” I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him. Thomas pointed at the stuffed animal that I held in my hand. “That will only cause bullying, Beau.” He sighed and put his hand on my shoulder. “You need to grow up.”

I held on to my stuffed bear as tight as I could, looking away from my brother. What did he know? I thought. Anywhere I go I always take my bear. My boyfriend from my last school gave him to me. I have named the bear Marcel after him.

He still texts me from time to time. He calls me to tell me how much he loves me, but for the past few days, he hasn’t been replying to my text. I clicked on his profile on my phone and looked at our last messages. The last thing he sent me was a happy birthday from months ago. I was debating on whether I wanted to text him.

“Annnnd were here.” Announced Thomas. I looked up from my phone, preparing myself for a new school. My eyes widened with fear as I stared at the massive school. So many kids stood outside of the campus in different groups. I hopped out of the car and waved Thomas goodbye.

Thomas drove off, leaving me to figure out where to go. It was the middle of the school year, so everyone here is already settled in a friend group. I took a deep breath and started to look for a place to sit.

I sat down next to a statue making sure no one was around me. It was an hour before the school opened, and that means an hour of having to sit here by myself. I looked at the name plaque of the statue. Graffiti. That's all I saw; graffiti. While I was busy gazing at the statue, a football hit the side of my head.

The impact of the football hit my head hard enough for it to hit my head against the statue. I looked around to see which idiot threw it at me. You could obviously see which kids were the Jocks, Cheerleaders, Nerds, and so on. I assumed it was the Jocks based on the laughs that came from a group of older boys.

A blonde girl quickly walked over to me to tend to my wound. After she shooed away the group of Jocks, she looked at me and smiled. She was one of the Cheerleaders. I thought while looking at her uniform.

The girl had her hair up in a high ponytail that swayed at her every movement. She also wore a uniform that I assumed resembled the school's cheerleading team. Her blue eyes brighten when they meet mine. A group of girls stood behind her, giggling in my diretion.

"Oh my goodness!" She half yelled. "Are you ok?" I nodded her way trying not to look as uncomfortable as I felt. She tucked away her hair behind her ear and did the same for me. Many of the kids in the courtyard turned their attention to me and this chick. Suddenly, my face turned red with embarrassment.

Her friends started shouting at each other happily. They started saying things like, "Aww he is blushing!" or "Wendy is so lucky." So that was the girl's name, Wendy. Wendy shot her friends a quick glare before focusing back on me. She sat down in front of me a started playing with my hair.

"You have such soft hair." She remarked as she, little by little, brought herself closer to me. I looked at her not saying anything to prevent any further touching. She moved her hand from my head to my cheek. "What's your name?" She asked, only inches away from me.

"I-Its Beau." I stammered. I did NOT like how close this blond chick was to me. She seemed so fascinated by everything she noticed about me. Her friends were looking at me and writing things down on a notepad. That's not concerning at all. I thought.

"Ooooo!" Wendy said a little too happily. "Is that French?" Before I could reply, a rock was thrown at her. Angerly, she looked up. "What do you want, Liam." She sounded annoyed now. I also looked up out of pure curiosity.

It was a boy. He had light brown hair with hazel eyes. He wore blue cargo pants, a coffee brown sweatshirt, and a white-collar underneath. I tried getting a read on him, but it was hard. Mainly because I couldn't tell what type of social group he was in.

"Leave the poor boy alone." He said tossing a stone up and down in his hand. "You're going to give him a heart attack."

Wendy only smirked and stood up to face him. She was a lot shorter than this Liam boy. Then again he was really tall. "This is none of your business really." She said calmly. The boy just rolled his eyes and glared at her.

"Why don't you go flirt with the Jocks or something." He was obviously annoyed. Wendy didn't object; Wendy left leaving her friends to quickly scramble after her. The boy watched as the group of girls left. Then he turned his attention to me.

I gazed at the man who got rid of the girls for me. He crouched down to my level and took out his hand. Carefully, I shook it. He had gloves, which I guess was smart for this weather. "The names Liam." He said smiling at me.

"I'm Beau." I say softly not pulling my hand away. His hands are warm... I thought. It was 15 degrees outside and I was freezing. He grabbed my other hand and held it.

"Cold?" He asked. I nodded and he thought for a second. He let go of my hands and took off his gloves. Then he grabbed my hands and put the gloves on.

I pulled away and I put the other glove on myself. "You know I'm not disabled or anything," I mumbled. "I can do it myself."

He laughed. "Right right, sorry." He said apologizing. I quickly forgave him and thanked him for the gloves.

The school bell rang and crowds of kids were trying to make their way inside. The boy offered me his hand and I declined. I got up by myself and I looked at the boy. I didn't need to be treated like a baby all the time.

"I'm going to head inside for breakfast." The boy said. "You want to join me?" He asked. I shook my head and declined the offer. He looked a bit hurt. "Well, see you later then."

He took off and joined a group of people walking by.

Wow. He's. I paused. Hot.