Slightly Bruised and Broken From Our Head on Collision

Today is a Friday, I like Fridays it’s the Art and Graphics and Music and Maths day. And call me weird but knowing that 5+5=10 always is reassuring because it doesn’t change no matter which crazy part of the world you live in, which is always nice.

It’s also nice to know that Jack will be waiting at my locker after Graphics to kiss me and tell me I look cute, every day without fail. Get a new line boy. But it still makes me laugh and blush each time all the same. Jack’s waiting and I take a moment to watch him as he looks frustrated and hits his phone. I take in his brown eyes and his floppy hair and his little dimple and just really look because, well you never know when the last time you’ll see someone is. I take in his lanky frame that he covered with black skinnies and a blink t-shirt and smile. He looks up and spots me and grins, he grins at me, GRINS. I smile and walk over to him and he does the usual and I blush and then he tells me

“I want you to meet my friends”

This makes my insides swish and my mind say this is going somewhere brilliant and my knees kind of feel weak and I say

“Let’s do this shit”

He pulls my hand, and I follow because I still get lost and to be honest I have no idea where his friends hang out, and we end up at a small picnic table under a tree. Sweet. There are three guys there and Jack introduces me.

“Alex” he seems shy and sort of ducks his head as he smiles at me and my mind automatically screams protect him I smile back and he goes back to reading a book he seems vulnerable. His hair seems blonde but I think it’s actually brown but half of it is covered with a black beanie. He has sweet eyes but one of them is covered with a giant fringe so it’s hard to tell.

“Zack” he hugs me, smiles, says hi and then goes back to peeling an orange that he seems to be having trouble with. See muscles don’t mean everything. He is literally, muscles on legs and he seems to just, well be a massive mound of muscles. But he seems kind of nice so I let go of the fact he could probably crush me just by sitting on me.

“And Rian” my first thought? He looks like a potato with really muscularly arms. But then he starts talking and I start to genuinely like him, as he talks he runs his hand through his hair and every time he seems shocked that it’s not there, I wonder if the buzz cut is a new thing. We talk and conversation turns to talent, I say I kind of play guitar and sing, and I find out that Alex is an amazing singer and plays guitar well to which he says,

“Err not really, just a few chords and sort of sing along, nothing special.”

Everyone tells him to shut up and he blushes and goes back to reading, I find out Zack plays bass and Rian plays drums and there thinking of forming a band. I encourage them because I know for a fact that Jack is a pretty good guitarist considering he has the attention span of a toddler. When I voice this aloud the group laughs

Jack says, “See I already regret choosing a smart one...”

Alex laughs and says “well I’m sure there are a lot of people willing to take her of your hands.”

To which the group start agreeing and I immediately wonder what is happening, seeing my confused expression Zack explains,

“Don’t you know? Is this school you are a regulation hottie, you know like one of the cheerleaders but like, not as bitchy and actually having a personality and good music taste”

Which makes me blush and wonder, why has the universe fallen on its head? Because wow, I’ve never ever been a regulation hottie. Ever. But this news doesn’t seem like news to anyone else because they carry on talking as if the subject never came up, but I can’t help but notice that Jack hasn’t moved his arm from around my waist since. Protective, who knew? And I promptly zone out of the conversation until the bell rings.