Author's Note:
Hello readers, if you have read my past fan-fiction you would have realized I've taken a ; I've taken a really long break from fan-fiction and if you followed my stories I'm sorry for the wait, I'll update those immediately after I finish all chapters.
By the time I upload this story I'll be done every single chapter so you guys won't ever have to wait long unless I have some computer problems or just simply too busy or lazy to update which most likely never happen since I have absolutely no social life what's so ever. It's sad.
Anyway this story is about Fabian Rutter obviously as you can see from the summary unless you didn't read it then, well I have no words for you.
I'm trying to make this story realistic but at the same time not so realistic so we'll see how that plays out.
I have never focused in writing a story about Fabian himself so this will be a frist. So far I think it's one of my best but I don't know.
Okay anyway before I begin writing an essay that you guys probably won't read let's get to important facts. I probably and most likely will never write another note until the end of this story. I feel as if they are a bit annoying to readers and most don't read them anyway or maybe that's just me who skips to the actual story.
So if you ever have questions you could review and I could make a quick edit and answer it in the next chapter or I'll pm you the answer or you could pm me. Which ever you prefer.
Please review suggestions and how well or bad you think the chapter is so I can write better next time. I think that's all I need to say so uhh yea. Until next time...
"So how exactly do you feel?" My therapist Jerome Clarke asked.
His dirty blonde hair was combed neatly back. He wore black dress pants and a white button up top but the top two buttons were undone. His sleeves were rolled up. He had ice blue eyes, they reminded me of my best mate Mick except his were much more intense. Kinda scary actually.
He sat in a white arm chair while I sat on the maroon colored two seated couch across from him. His foot rested on his other knee. I dressed simply in a white shirt and blue jeans with black converse. You think for a superstar like me, I would maybe wear something more in style or dressy or I don't know? Something Harry Styles would wear.
"Fabian?" Jerome asked raising an eyebrow.
".. I don't know"I answer his question. Jerome looked around my age. Must be really smart.
"You don't know?" He asked.
"I-I..." I don't know how to finish.
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to" he states leaning back in her chair. Putting the notepad onto the coffee table that stood in between is. I don't say anything and we just sat in uncomfortable silence for awhile.
"Look, Rutter. If you don't want to talk fine, that's alright but I don't want to waste my time sitting in silence" He says sitting back up, hands in his lap. Legs now spread apart. He looked at me, studied me. Looked like he was staring into my soul. It was creepy.
"It all started when I was a little boy" I started staring at the white wall that stood behind him. Pictures and awards were hung up there. There was one of what must be him and a dark skinned boy, they looked twelve. They had frogs in there hands, smiling with laughter. Must be his best friend.
"Go on" he said leaning back once more in his seat.
"I was always that kid, that sat in the back of the room quite."
"So the shy one with no friends that's always reading" he filled me in. I glared at him for assuming that then glared at him because it's true.
"Yeah anyway-" he cut me off
"You were bullied and began to get a little depressed leading to your teen years" he did it again. Filled me in.
"Pretty much" I say.
"And...?" He says wanting me to go on.
"When I was a teen. Sixteen to be exact. I met her" I say
"You two fell in love and she dumped
Your poor lonely heart and you went off the edge?" He says not paying much attention.
"Let me finish!" I lost my cool. Well I never had cool so I lost my patience?
"Okay, okay go on" he put his chin in the palm of his hand acting like he were so interested. How does this man have a job?
Mick Campbell leaned on the bookshelf. He questioned raising an eyebrow.
"You know I don't like parties" I reminded him pulling out book 'The World We Live In' by Stephen Orlins. I opened it up and began to read through the first page.
"Come on mate, it will be awesome" he exclaimed now standing in front of me now. I looked at him. I hate party's I'm always the odd one there. I love music but the music they play at these party stinks. It's just mainstream pop and rap. Complete rubbish.
"Yeah for you, Mick you're the most popular guy in school. Everyone loves you." I start
"You're popular to"
"Yeah, the Jocks nerdy best friend that no one knows the name of. I'm so popular" I say with obvious sarcasm in my voice. The blonde brushed his bieber bangs to the side and rolled his eyes at my comment.
"You're such a debbie downer" he told me.
I glared at him for a moment before returning to look back down at my book. I decided I liked off and walked down the aisle with Mick following close behind. Talking about the party.
"Come on mate, I can take Joy and you can take..." He didn't know how to finish.
I don't blame him. I suck at talking to girls. I stopped in my tracks and faced my friend, raised an eyebrow at him. Putting him in a very tough position waiting for him to answer.
"Excuse me" we heard a voice say.
It was a girl. Have never seen her before. She didn't seem to have an English accent ether. We live in Liverpool, why doesn't she have our accent? She had long wavy hair it was a very light shade brown but had blonde highlights. Not going to lie, she sort of took my breath away.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a hand hit my shoulder. It's hurt like a bitch.
"Dude, owe!" I looked a Mick giving him a deep glare.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"Sorry" he said to the girl that stood in front of us. She watched that little show, Jesus why?
Mick shoved me off to the aside and whacked me again.
"You've got to be kidding me,Mick"
"Mate, I saw how you looked at her"
"I looked at her like how I look at everyone" I exclaimed rubbing my arm where he just loves to hit now.
"Nope, you looked at her like she was some sort of goddess" he said. I just nodded my head in disagreement.
That was when a light flashed in his face. An invisible light bulb lit over his head and shined brighter than New York City. He reminded me of one of my closest friends and his girlfriend Joy Mercer at that exact moment. She rubbing off on him I guess. That look scared me, every time Mick has a plan or some idea something goes wrong and I get grounded.
"No!" I shouted at him only to be hushed by the Liberian the next second.
"No,no,no. Whatever it is, I'm not doing it. I refuse to do so. No, non, nein, nie, nej. You hear me? No." I say speaking in several different languages confusing the lad.
"Okay first of all you don't even know what I was going to say yet and second of all, I've told you so many damn times to stop speaking in so many different languages. It's confusing"
"I don't care what you were going to say, I'm not going to do it either way" I exclaimed crosses hands letting him know I seriously mean know.
"She's was pretty don't you think?" He asked changing the subject
"Mick" I start
"You're not to bad looking either"
"Dude"
"And this is a library meaning she likes books and is smart and you like books and is a to total nerd" he keeps talking
"Mate"
"And there's the party Friday night"
"Seriously"
"You need a date"
"I'm not asking her."
"Yes you are"
"I don't even know her name!"
"Now you can find out" he says guiding me back to that aisle we first saw her. I tried to stop but he's stronger than I am.
"Mick. No. I'm not-" I was cut of. He literally pushed me into her.
"Whoa, sorry man." He lies, I glare at my evil friend.
"I'm gonna go check out this book" he says taking a random book from the shelf before walking away.
My eyes met hers. Hers were a blue-green mix. Deep and mesmerizing.
"...I, um- uh" I stutter, Lost completely for words.
"It's okay" she says flashing me a white smile. I returned one back at her, kinda.
"Sorry" I say looking behind me.
"My friends really.." I don't know how to finish.
"It's alright, seriously...I'm Nina" she introduces herself. I smile at her like an idiot for a minute before realizing I should probably introduce my awkward self.
"I'm Fabian, Fabian Rutter" I say holding out a hand. She raised an eyebrow but took it anyway. Her hand was warm and small. Not to small, the perfect size. It was soft like an angles touch.
"So.." She says breaking eye contact
"Uh..are you um n-new?" I asked stupidly. Of course she's new.
"Yeah, I actually just moved here from America because I'm american but you could probably tell because of my accent. It's american. I moved here to live with my grams, she not american...yeah" she finally stops talking looking down in embarrassment. I just smile.
"Sorry. It's just sometimes I kinda start talking and then I keep on talking and I don't know how to stop. I can't explain it, the words just keep flowing out and out and I can't help myself it's just-" I cut her off.
"It's alright. Nina take a breath" I say. She smiles and looks away. That was when I realized were still holding hands, she remembers to because she pulls away the next second.
"Umm. I got to go check the book out" she says suddenly.
"Yeah okay" I step aside giving her room to leave me. I see Mick give me a look that says 'do it!'
"Hey I'm, Nina" I saying calling out to her. She turns around and looks at me.
"So there's this party on Friday" I start off brushing my hair back with my hand leaving for lay on the back of my head.
"Do you want to maybe go...like with me?" I asked hoping and praying and pleading in the inside she would say yes.
She acts like she's thinking about it before opening her mouth. "Like on a date?"
"Yes...but it's doesn't have to be a date, if you don't want it to be I mean" I say quickly.
Nina bright eyes look off to the side.
"Pick me up at 8?"
"What school was this?" Jerome asked
" Frobisher Smythe, why?"
"Nina sounds really familiar, my girlfriend went there actually, huh. What a small world"
"Whose your girlfriend?"
"None of your business. We're here for you not me Rutter" Jerome states. Sassy pants much. Great now I sound like Joy. I face palmed myself.
Jerome gave me a questioning look before muttering 'celebs and their strange strange ways'