House Of Wolves (Frerard)

Teenagers

Halls were crowded and chaotic. There was always the couple that was always making out on the left side, about 10 feet down was the cliquey girls. Opposite them, the jocks, and between them, the parade of band geeks with their huge instrument cases. There were the aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper airplanes and the fashion kids that wheeled mannequins and clothing racks down the halls.

That's when I noticed him staring at me for the third day in a row. Why is he staring at me? I pulled out my sketch book ready for my first class. I felt fingers gently touching my arm. Shutting my locker door, that guy was standing there. His tumble of bright red hair, the eyes that met mine are toffee brown. The man had a thin face, yet handsome cheek bones high and prominent accompanied with pale skin.

"Sorry, I didn't get your name" his lips curved into a smile, flicking his hair out of his face "Frank" I began, nervously playing with my lip piercing. Running his fingers through his hair, his eyes shut for a moment "Right, um, do you mind if I get your notes from maths? I have this habit of falling asleep when Mr Jefferson is talking" I blinked a few times, observing the way he let out a small laugh, gazing at the floor then back up to me, glazing his bottom lip with his tongue gently biting it. I nodded in agreement. "Okay, great, uh, meet me at my table at lunch" He gently shoulder bumped me as he walked by.

Sitting in English class, I couldn't help but daydream as I glanced at the ongoing storm, it lit up the sky with electricity, sending shock waves through my spine. I could feel the thunder rattling through my bones, rain splattering on the window. Glancing up at the clouds as they were dragged down by the heavy rain, struggling to withstand the weight of which the rain held. A loud boom of thunder would ring through the streets of New Jersey. Similar to how it is now.

I scanned the cafeteria looking for a ball of red hair, almost immediately I spotted him. I can feel my pulse pounding in my temples as my heart pounded profusely.