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The new guy.
0 ReviewsWe can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels, at every hour, goes the tick-tock-bang of monitors as they stared us down when we met in the emergency room, in our beds, I could hear you...
Sam's POV
School sucks. It was all I could do to remain sane, what with people asking what I had done to my face every five minutes, and wanting to scream that Aimee and Gerard were going out. I'll never know how I managed to resist pointing out how cute they looked together. In English, however, all thoughts of Aimee and Gerard were wiped from my mind when I saw quite probably the most cool-looking human being I ever had, or ever would, see. The teacher introduced him as William Francis, he introduced himself as WiL, spelt with one capital L. He had bright hazel eyes, not unlike Gerards, black hair hidden beneath a beanie hat, a band tee and drainpipes and a hell of a lot of tattoos. It was love at first sight. For me, at least.
WiL's POV
"God this place sucks!" I thought as I stared at my feet. I was introduced to the class. "This is William Francis, class!" she said sharply. "Umm, actually it's WiL. With one capital L." I mumbled. I looked up, my gaze sweeping the room to find someone half decent to sit by. I had almost given up looking when I caught sight of a girl at the back with brown, jaw length hair, black and green Green Day shirt, green and black Converse, and black fingerless gloves, much like my own. She was also wearing these amazing red drainpipes, that she had drawn all over with biro. "Go sit by Sam." The teacher said dismissively. The cool-looking girl (AN- I wish:)) looked up. She was Sam! I noticed black stitches snaking up from her chin to her temple, and wondered what the hell had happened. She gave me a sweet smile, Her green eyes sparkling. It was love at first sight. For me, at least.
Sam's POV
I was internally freaking out as he was told to sit by me. What the hell! He was smiling at me. I noticed he was wearing black eyeliner. It had to be a beautiful hallucination. I smiled back, panicking completely. He sat down; even that simple gesture looked cool coming from him. "Cool jeans!" He whispered to me. "OMG OMG OMG! The vision of perfection spoke to me! Whatever you do, don't accidentally say that out loud." I thought. "Thanks!" I whispered back, hoping I didn't sound as weak as I felt. WiL opened his mouth to say something else, but the teacher snapped "No talking!!" So he wrote on a scrap of paper: "What lesson do you have next?" I quickly consulted my timetable. Double period of English, break and then... "Art." I scribbled back. "Cool! Me too!" Came the reply. Looks like school dosen't suck so much after all. I dragged WiL to meet the guys at break.
WiL's POV
I was having a secret panic attack at this stage. I mean, what the hell? She's smiling at me! It's a beautiful smile, but thats beside the point. I sat down, then said the first thought that came into my head. "Cool jeans!" I whispered. Oh God, I sound like an idiot! Why would someone as hot as her want to talk to a freak like me anyway? Damn, I'd better not have just said that aloud... "Thanks!" She whispered back. Such a simple word, yet coming from her lips, it just sounded effortlessly cool. I opened my mouth to ask what lesson she had next, in the vague hope I might be in it, when the teacher snapped "No talking!!" I picked up a bit of paper, and wrote my question. She checked her timetable, and wrote "Art." I consulted my own table, and wrote back "Cool! Me too!"
So. This place dosen't suck as much as I first thought. She took me with her to meet her friends at break. I thought I was going to wake up any minute. People never include me in their social lives. Ever.
School sucks. It was all I could do to remain sane, what with people asking what I had done to my face every five minutes, and wanting to scream that Aimee and Gerard were going out. I'll never know how I managed to resist pointing out how cute they looked together. In English, however, all thoughts of Aimee and Gerard were wiped from my mind when I saw quite probably the most cool-looking human being I ever had, or ever would, see. The teacher introduced him as William Francis, he introduced himself as WiL, spelt with one capital L. He had bright hazel eyes, not unlike Gerards, black hair hidden beneath a beanie hat, a band tee and drainpipes and a hell of a lot of tattoos. It was love at first sight. For me, at least.
WiL's POV
"God this place sucks!" I thought as I stared at my feet. I was introduced to the class. "This is William Francis, class!" she said sharply. "Umm, actually it's WiL. With one capital L." I mumbled. I looked up, my gaze sweeping the room to find someone half decent to sit by. I had almost given up looking when I caught sight of a girl at the back with brown, jaw length hair, black and green Green Day shirt, green and black Converse, and black fingerless gloves, much like my own. She was also wearing these amazing red drainpipes, that she had drawn all over with biro. "Go sit by Sam." The teacher said dismissively. The cool-looking girl (AN- I wish:)) looked up. She was Sam! I noticed black stitches snaking up from her chin to her temple, and wondered what the hell had happened. She gave me a sweet smile, Her green eyes sparkling. It was love at first sight. For me, at least.
Sam's POV
I was internally freaking out as he was told to sit by me. What the hell! He was smiling at me. I noticed he was wearing black eyeliner. It had to be a beautiful hallucination. I smiled back, panicking completely. He sat down; even that simple gesture looked cool coming from him. "Cool jeans!" He whispered to me. "OMG OMG OMG! The vision of perfection spoke to me! Whatever you do, don't accidentally say that out loud." I thought. "Thanks!" I whispered back, hoping I didn't sound as weak as I felt. WiL opened his mouth to say something else, but the teacher snapped "No talking!!" So he wrote on a scrap of paper: "What lesson do you have next?" I quickly consulted my timetable. Double period of English, break and then... "Art." I scribbled back. "Cool! Me too!" Came the reply. Looks like school dosen't suck so much after all. I dragged WiL to meet the guys at break.
WiL's POV
I was having a secret panic attack at this stage. I mean, what the hell? She's smiling at me! It's a beautiful smile, but thats beside the point. I sat down, then said the first thought that came into my head. "Cool jeans!" I whispered. Oh God, I sound like an idiot! Why would someone as hot as her want to talk to a freak like me anyway? Damn, I'd better not have just said that aloud... "Thanks!" She whispered back. Such a simple word, yet coming from her lips, it just sounded effortlessly cool. I opened my mouth to ask what lesson she had next, in the vague hope I might be in it, when the teacher snapped "No talking!!" I picked up a bit of paper, and wrote my question. She checked her timetable, and wrote "Art." I consulted my own table, and wrote back "Cool! Me too!"
So. This place dosen't suck as much as I first thought. She took me with her to meet her friends at break. I thought I was going to wake up any minute. People never include me in their social lives. Ever.
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