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Why is he so goddamn cute?
Isn't it illegal to be this attractive?
From what world is this sexy beast from?
God, why are you testing me?
I swear, if I had ovaries, they'd explode.
On the first day of school I was sitting at a table with my friend, Michael, in the morning when I saw a blond boy with a lip ring walk by me along with another lad with dark brown hair. I was in the middle of talking when my eyes landed on the blond lad. I stopped everything that I was doing and just stared at him as he went by. He didn't notice me since he was talking to the other guy, and I'm a bit glad he didn't, because he would've been weirded out by my staring.
Oh, my God. He was so fucking cute. Like, his hair was all spiked up perfectly at the front. I have a thing for that kind of hair. Strange fetish, I know. I didn't really get a good look at his eyes, but whatever shade of color they are, they must be hella beautiful. His upper body was thin, yet muscular, and I love the way his black skinny jeans clung to his legs; it really made his ass look cute. Not like I was staring at that. Pfft, what?
And that lip ring. Oh, don't get me fucking started, but you talked me into it. It adds a minor rebellious trait to him, and it's freaking sexy. I wish I knew more about him. Maybe finding out his name would be a good start. I could either go up and ask him or go into stalking mode.
I think I'll go with the second choice. Good job, Ash, the first time you'll be stalking a guy. If I do find information about him I should join the ASIS.
"Ash?" I heard Michael call out. I shook my head and brought my attention back to him.
"Yeah?" I asked him.
"What about Friday's concert?" I raised an eyebrow.
"What concert?"
"The one you were talking abou-"
"Oh! Right!" I was just telling Michael about a concert that my other friend, Harry, and his band, One Direction, were having at the park nearby the school. It's fifteen dollars for students and faculty members of our school, and twenty for everyone else. Five extra bucks for backstage passes. But since Harry's my friend, he gave me two tickets and backstage passes for free! The perks of having a band member as a friend.
I met Harry back in our first year of high school when he just transferred from England. We hit it off right away and we've been close friends ever since. He's told me about his dream of playing at sold out concerts and becoming the greatest artist in all of music history. He formed a band with three other lads from England and one from Ireland, and together they sound amazing. They're starting out small, but for a band that just formed two months ago, they're off to a good start.
"So, Harry is playing at the park behind the school. He gave me two tickets and two backstage passes, no charge. Wanna come with me?"
"Seriously?" Michael asked with wide eyes.
"No kiddin'. The tickets are right in my backpack."
"Sure. I have no plans this Friday, anyway." I pulled my backpack onto my lap and began taking out a ticket and a pass, handing it to Michael. He took it from my hand and stuffed it into his backpack. "So, did you enjoy checking out the guy?"
I stared at Michael quizzically. "What do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb. I saw you starin' at the blond kid. He is rather cute."
"Hey, back off, purple. He's mine."
"See? You were checking him out. It's fine, I'm more into girls, anyway." I rolled my eyes. I threw my backpack over my right shoulder and stood up from my seat, but before I could tell Michael I was going to head off to my first class, Harry arrived with a bagel and cream cheese in his hand and slid into the seat next to me. Shortly after, his other band mates, Zayn, Niall, and Liam, joined the table. I've only met three of Harry's friends because they go to the same school as I, but the other guy attends college. I'm not sure how he and Harry met, but Harry talks about him a lot. I heard that he has brown, feathery hair and ocean blue eyes. And that he's short, yet full of sass.
"What's up, lads?" Harry asked as I sat back down into my seat. Michael leaned forward.
"Ashton's been checkin' out this guy. I think he's got a crush." They all cooed and Harry grabbed my cheek, stretching it out. I whacked his hand away. Nobody gets to touch my face. "I think he's a freshman." I cocked a brow.
"What makes you think that?" Niall asked as he pulled out an orange from God knows where and started to peel it.
"Well, for the past three years that I've been attending this high school, never have I ever saw that guy."
"Maybe it's just now that you guys see him?" Zayn suggested.
"True, but then Ashton would've noticed him before today."
I might have to agree with Michael here. I definitely would've noticed the sex god on legs if he went to our school the previous years, but that doesn't prove that he is a freshman.
"If Ashton's a senior," Liam began, "and that guy's a freshman... wouldn't that make Ash a pedophile?"
I gawked at Liam as the guys laughed. I slapped Liam's hand that was laying on the table, and he pulled back with a small squeak.
"No, because I'm seventeen still! I still have a few more months!"
"Then it's bye-bye to the freshman." I frowned as the guys snickered. I stole Harry's bagel and held it in between my teeth before he could protest. I even took the cream cheese and began opening that up.
"Whatever," I said with the bagel in my mouth. "You lads excited about Friday?"
"Yep!" Zayn shouted as he sat up straighter. "I can't believe Harry got us a gig at the park! First, Australia, then the world!" We all laughed and I finally got to open the cream cheese bag. Harry even handed me a plastic knife and napkins, because he knows he's not getting his breakfast back. Once I finished spreading out the cheese over the bagel, I took it into my teeth again and stood up, tossing the empty bag to Harry.
"I'm heading to my first class," I informed them. "What do you all have?"
"I have Government," answered Zayn.
"Calculus," replied Liam.
"Art!" exclaimed Niall. That leprechaun is just way too hyper.
"English," Harry groaned.
"English, but I have Woods," Michael said. Harry gasped.
"Me too! Let's be English buddies!"
"No," Michael laughed.
Harry pouted and pressed his face against my side. I patted his head as I muttered comforting words to relieve him of his rejected feeling.
"I've got Stats, so I'll see you guys at lunch. Meet here, okay?"
"Don't we always?" Niall asked as he popped the last orange slice into his mouth. I pulled Harry off and said bye to everyone and made my way to my first class of my last year.
As I was walking and eating my bagel, I saw that cute guy standing by the lockers as his brunet friend was pulling out books for his classes. World Geography, said one of the books. Isn't that a class the freshmen take? I couldn't hear their conversation, but the brunet must've said something funny, because then they were laughing.
I didn't realize that I stopped in my tracks just to watch them. I stuffed the last piece of the bagel into my mouth and just stared at the two in awe. I was at a far distance from them, so I highly doubt they could see me. A smile had crept onto my face when the blond smiled. His smile, it was beautiful. Just like the rest of him. I want to get to know him, but how?
What are the odds that our paths would even cross?
God, if you can hear me, I'd appreciate it if you would stop doing this to me.
I went over to my locker, which was nearby the brunet's locker. I still had a clear view of them, unless someone decided to step in between us to block my sight. I wasn't close enough to hear them, however. But I'm satisfied with just being able to see him.
Eventually they walked away and my smile had disappeared as I watched them walk away. I shook my head as I opened up my locker to grab my Stats book.
Why am I feeling disappointed that he left? I don't even know him and he doesn't know me. Snap out of it, Irwin.
I heard the bell ring that notified students they had about ten minutes to get to class. I shut my locker and began making my way to Stats. This year better be good to me, because it's my last year. I'm really hoping that I'll somehow be able to talk to the cute blond guy.
No, stop it, Ashton.
It's unlikely it'll happen. All I can do is imagine what it'd be like to be a part of his life. It'll never become reality. It's impossible. A million to one chance. Zero, if not less, chance of having anything between us.
My chest hurts, because my life is sad.
I mentally (or physically) slapped myself in the face once I was approaching my class. I peered into the window and saw my peers sitting around, chatting in their little cliques. I sighed, and then opened the door to start off my first day of my last year of high school.