Shea & Thomas

Episode I

Thomas

New year, new classes, new body and new personality. Well, the last part is a lie, I don't want to change, I'm fine being the shy but easy-to-trust guy.

I'm still getting used to this body, I lost a lot of weight last summer when I started boxing, and I started to gain muscle when I started the gym. I even got a six pack now, wich is crazy.
I used to be bullied every year, but now, when I first walked by the halls, those who bullied me just stared at me, surprised. It felt pretty good, but I learn to just not give a fuck about them anymore.

Lucas, my best friend just showed up. He's from Venezuela, and he transferred to this school to be with me. He's not like me at all, I mean, I guess he kinda is now, but he's this guy with brown skin, green eyes, black thick long hair and for what it seems, he has luck with the girls, I do not.

"This school seems nice" He said.

"It is not"

"Do you still get bullied here, man? 'Cause I can give you a hand with those assholes, I will kill them" He commented. It sucks that he just now is coming here, I would really like him to be with me when everything sucked.

"Oh, I won't have that problem anymore. You're a little late to help with that" I responded as I opened my lockers.

"I guess that now that you box and all... you're gonna punch them harder than Bonavena"

"Who the hell is Bonavena?" I asked, and of scourse, I couldn't pronounce it like he can.

"An argentinian boxer. A great one. My dad's favorite" He responded.

"Mmmh... I'll search it" I closed the locker, and when I turned my head to my left side, I saw a girl I've never seen before. PURPLE EYES, freaking PURPLE EYES on her face, shiny and unbelievable beautiful. The most gorgeous face I have ever seen in my whole life. She kinda looks like Blake Lively, she even has the butt chin and all, but she has freckless.
She has this brown shiny hair that ends shortly after her shoulders.
She's wearing this purple shirt that fits perfectly with the color of her eyes, black jeans and black boots.

"What's going on?" Lucas asked as he tapped my shoulder, but I had my eyes on her.

"Nothing..." I simply responded, still staring at her, and a short laugh left him, he took a hand to cover his mouth.

"You're staring at that girl" Of scourse, he noticed. You have to be a total idiot to not notice I guess.

"She's so... beautiful"

"Go talk to her" Lucas said.

"No... No, I can't" Why the fuck would I talk to her? How the hell do I do that? I would literally not know what to do.

"Of scourse you can, just go and talk to her. What's the worst thing that can happend?"

"Uuuh... I can die of embarrasment right in front of her" I snapped back.

"Thomas, don't be ridiculous"

"Come on, I'm not like you. I'm not good with girls, especially one so freaking beautiful" I whispered, and Lucas put his hands on my shoulders.

"Listen to me man, you're a good looking guy, just be yourself and be kind, don't be an asshole. Besides, a girl so gorgeous like that... anyone will talk to her at any minute. Come on, don't waste your chance" Lucas convinced me. I thought "What the hell?" and I went over there.

Shea

After everything that has happend, I finally get my chance to start over. With all the things that happend to me, after a terrible year I can restart my life.
All the people that betrayed me are now left behind, and I'm new on this town, where I only know my mother, on this new school.

I noticed the people watching me while I was walking through the hallways, who knows why? But I just ignored it completely and I walked to my locker, I guess that when I found out that people LOVE to talk shit in general, I stopped caring.

When I was searching for my stuffs in the locker, I accidently dropped one of my books, and I saw a hand picking it up. When I raised my gaze, I looked at shiny blue eyes. I guess I stared at him for a few seconds, this tall guy with slicked back black hair, short on the sides, kinda long on the front. The most handsome man I have ever seen in my whole life, with no doubt.
He kinda looks like James Dean.
He's wearing an open blue jean jacket that combines with his eyes, white shirt, blue jeans and black shoes.
I almost died when our gazes met, it's like the kind of boy you would dream with.

He gave the book to me, and I took it.

"Uuuh... thanks" I nervously said.

"Your welcome... are you new here? I haven't seen you around before" He asked.

"Is it too obvious?" I asked, and I put the books back in the locker.

"Kinda... I strongly believe I would remember you if I'd seen you" He said, with his hands on his pocket, and he smiled. God, I wish he hadn't. He has a beautiful smile, it could light up a cave.

"I'm Shea"

"Thomas" He seemed even more nervous than I was. Kinda hesitating before he started to speak, and that surprised me, because when I first saw him, I would have guess that he's the typical bad boy that you see in every teen movie that you hate with your guts for being so pathetic, but he actually looks like a nice guy.

"So... is this school cool or not?" I asked him.

"Honestly? On my experience, not really, not at all" He confessed. Well, that's good news...

"I don't want to ask why"

"You'll find out by yourself I guess... listen I..." He took a breath. "I want to ask you something... why are your eyes purple?" He asked.

"Oh... I... There's not really a reason why. They're just violet" I simply responded.

"I thought you had like a disease or something"

"No... I don't" I closed the locker and Thomas stayed there.

"So, what class are you in?"

"Math with Ms. Montgomery"

"Me too. Come on, I'll walk you to the class" He offered.

"Okay..."

First day, I planned not to talk to anyone, to just focus on my things, but being mean to someone who's been nice to you sucks. I don't want to become that person that everyone once thought I was.
Still, I'm planning to focus on my goals: I want to up my grades a lot.
Reformatory taught me I'm stronger than I thought, that I can do what I want to do. And I never really thought about it, but I want to get in a good college, to find my own place. I want to make my mom proud, that person who no matter what, always believed in me, even when I admitt, it didn't look like it.