Unique Differences

Chapter One

Oscar had always been a solitude person, his father had left when he was young and his mother was just like him, a 'freak' as they would put it. Perhaps his whole life was set up from the start, maybe he was destined to be lonely and whispered about from the moment his dad left the door and never opened it back up. He tried to ignore those thoughts though as he looked at himself intently in the mirror - his white hair was pushed roughly to the left, albeit strands still heavily fell over his head and his red eyes reflected brightly back at him through the mirror. Not that he could really see it, his eyes weren't equipped for long vision sight, another effect of albinism that strayed away but was still related to the lost pigment.

He didn't know whether to consider his condition a blessing or a curse, there was a time, although it was a very long time ago, that he actually loved his pale skin and white hair and red eyes. Simply put there was a time he liked being unique, the world wasn't fair though and along with that, the world didn't care and that was something he came to realise as soon as he hit high school age.

He didn't like thinking about it, and he wouldn't go into it but simply put, people didn't like him.

He shook his head quickly and looked up at the clock above his dresser, "Oh shit, shit, shit" he hastily ran to grab his stuff before he was anymore late to leave than he already was. He may be able to beat the bell if he runs there but it wasn't likely - he honestly wasnt used to keeping a schedule, as usually his mom was around to call on him when he had to leave. She had recently started working early hours though and was only really able to drive him to school on Wednesday's and Thursday's, so he was having a bit of a late streak at the moment.

He slings his plain black bag over his shoulder before rushing down the stairs, turning off lights as he goes before he opened his front door and then closed it, almost forgetting to lock it before sprinting down the street in the slight hope he might just get there on time. This hope was quickly diminished when but two streets away, he heard the deafening roar of hell that was the school bell.

He stops running as he knows it's now useless, he facepalms himself before starting to drag himself towards the school with deep pants of lost energy and defeat.

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Ivan wasn't from this part of the country, not at all actually. He was from down south and the north was extremely new to him, not overbearingly so, but new nevertheless. It wasn't a hard move though, given he was always more well liked off of people, perhaps it was his charming attitude? Or the fact he was confident, or the fact he had deep purple pools for eyes that could drag anybody in. Who knows? All he did know though was that as he sat patiently in his class for his teacher to arrive, there were atleast four girls looking at him attentively.

He tried to ignore them, he had had this issue before, they usually left him alone after a few weeks but it wasnt always guaranteed, so he did his best not to interact with them or get them anymore enamoured with him. He sighed and ran a hand through his mousy brown hair before averting his eyes up at the sound of the door opening, he had expected it to be the teacher but it turned out to be a strange-looking boy - not a bad strange but undeniably strange.

The brunette kept his eyes on the albino intently as the other seemed to mutter something about not being as late as he had thought, which Ivan found immensely cute until he heard the snickers and whispers of the people behind him,

"What a freak"

"Would've been better if he hadn't came in at all"

This caused the southerner to furrow his eyebrows, but he didn't speak, It's not like he knew what this boy had done, for all he knew the kid could've been a massive bully, or maybe he was the one getting bullied. Ivan didn't really know but he definitely wasn't finding out soon as the teacher walked in with stack of papers in his hands,

"Hello kids, welcome back. Today we have a new student, would you please come up and introduce yourself?" He said with a montone voice as he pushed his glasses up, waiting expectantly for Ivan to find his way to the front of the class.

He pushed himself up with a roll of his shoulders, and a roll of his eyes - albeit that was more secretly hidden - before walking up to the front of the class beside the teacher, Mr. Adams was it? And crossing his arms,

"My name is Ivan Spears, I'm seventeen and I'm from Tennessee," He took a deep breathe in, partially in annoyance and partially in nerves, "Don't know exactly what else you want me to say", He gave a subtle glare over to Adams before being passive-aggressively excused back to his seat. While walking back though he caught eyes with that kid again and felt a small flutter in his stomach, nothing to extreme but he definitely noticed it.

And something told him this year of school was going to be different from anything he had ever experienced down south.

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A/N

Hi, It's me Oriana! I've been thinking about making a story like this for months and have only just now decided to make it :) I dont know if it'll be good and constructive criticism is appreciated but overall this is just for fun!

The next chapter should be up pretty soon, or atleast should be started pretty soon so I'll see you all when that comes out! And even if I don't see you there, thanks for atleast reading this chapter ^^

See ya around!