A/N: Guys I am SO sorry that I had to delete my stories for a bit, i'm re-uploading them as we speak, I had to delete them for personal reasons but it's all fine now, in the meantime i've completed two more Rhythm of Love chapters which you guys can read! Sorry again!
It was just an ordinary day at Mckinley High; at least that's what Cameron Mitchell had originally thought as he entered the large school in the morning. It a week into the start of term and everything had been normal, the top news around school right now was the fact that Kurt's boyfriend, Blaine or something had transferred to be with Kurt. That was all Cameron had heard his friend, Hannah, gush about all week. She thought it was adorable that Blaine had moved specifically to be with Kurt—she had said it was the kind of book romance that she would only see in movies.
So besides the latest gossip everything was average and normal at the moment. He had arrived at his locker and began gathering his books to put in his bag when he felt an abrupt tap on his shoulder.
Cameron looked back in surprise to meet the sight of a boy who looked around his age with brown hair and electric blue eyes—something about those blue eyes made him shiver. The boy looked incredibly nervous; he bit his lip before he opened his mouth to talk.
"I'm lost" His voice—his voice, the accent stood out prominently and his voice was so deep for his age. The boy looked expectantly at Cameron, shuffling his feet slightly on the spot.
"Oh, you're new?" Cameron asked the boy in front of him—he mentally kicked himself, of course he's new—one he does even have an American accent and two he just openly admitted that he was lost. The blue eyed boy nodded frantically anyway, looking incredibly sheepish with the situation he was in. Cameron guessed that he was a person with a lot of pride; and asking for help wasn't something he'd normally do—that was the only way he could justify the boy's odd behaviour.
"Yeah—my parents recently moved from Ireland, my dad got a promotion" He explained, Cameron normally wasn't big on accents, he usually had trouble understanding any accents from people who hadn't come from Ohio but with this boy—he just found him so easy to understand, which honestly was really odd.
"Oh right, so what's your first class?" Cameron asked, he had to refrain from laughing while he saw the boy look down at the timetable in his hands, he watched his face screw up in disgust as he looked at his first class.
"Algebra" He muttered, Cameron let out a hearty laugh and placed a hand on his shoulder. That's just down the hall from my first class; you can walk with me there. The boy smiled at Cameron appreciatively; Cameron's stomach felt weird. He shrugged the feeling off and gestured for them to start walking. With a nod from the other boy they began walking down the hall, the blue eyed boy kept shooting Cameron glances as if he wanted to talk but didn't know what to say.
"So how long have you lived in America?" Cameron asked, catching the brown haired boy off guard.
"Only for a couple of weeks now, my Dad found out about the transfer a month ago and we've managed to sort everythin' out in that time" He shrugged as if it were no big deal. Cameron was honestly amazed.
"It must have been hard moving to a new country" Cameron stated, the boy next to him smiled in agreement.
"Yeah, it'll always be hard but the job is really important to my Dad so me and my Mam just go along with it" He stated, Cameron smiled back at him, honestly still amazed at the boy. Sooner than Cameron would have liked they had arrived at the brown haired boy's algebra class.
"Well; here we are" Cameron stated, the boy next to him pulled a face at the door before turning back to Cameron.
"Thanks for showing me to my class" the boy said cheerfully, Cameron nodded briefly.
"Don't be afraid to ask people in there where your next class is—I don't want you getting lost again" He laughed at the blue eyed boy who laughed along with him.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine—I better get in there, I'll see you around I guess" the boy smiled at him, he waved at Cameron then entered the room nervously. Cameron stared after the boy, the strange feeling still in his stomach. His face fell as he watched the door close and the brown haired boy had left his sight.
As he walked into his American Literature class he just stopped abruptly. He didn't even know the boy's name—how could he just meet a boy he instantly clicked with and forget to ask his name? With a frustrated sigh he entered his own class to meet the smiling face of a large, pretty girl with red hair.
"What's with the long face, Cam?" She laughed happily at him; he smirked slightly at her joyous presence and moved to sit in his seat next to her.
"Hey Hannah; do you know anything about a new Irish student?" Cameron asked her suddenly, her face twisted in confusion as she tried to think whether she had heard about a new student.
"You know what? I think Lauren heard Mr Schuester say something about Mr Figgins telling him about a new student" She said matter-of-factly. "She said that he's a boy and that he's foreign so I guess that'd be who you're talking about" Cameron nodded, that was definitely about the boy he had just met. "Why do you ask anyway?" She inquired with a cheerful smile.
"I met a boy at my locker, he asked me for directions to his first class. His accent though, Hannah, it was like a really strong Irish accent" He paused for a moment, his mind racing as he reencountered his meeting with the other boy "And we just hit it off, like he's so easy to talk to. I took him to his class and forgot to ask his name" Cameron put his head in his hands in frustration. He heard Hannah laugh from next to him.
"You'll see him around at some point, Cam. Especially if he's a new foreign student, if you don't see him then the jocks will and you know—we'll all hear about that" She muttered, her voice getting quieter as the teacher walked into the room. Cameron's heart dropped, he had forgotten about the jocks with new students.
Sure enough, the jocks mainly only slushied the glee club—everyone knew that. But the blue eyed boy he had just met was fresh meat, he was foreign as well which added to the appeal for the jocks. Cameron let out a small groan as he imagined the boy being so scared, having never experienced being slushied before.
Once American Literature had finished Cameron made his way to his next class, French. He passed a group of jocks waiting outside the room, he eyed them suspiciously then his eyes flickered to the cups of slushie they were currently clutching. They were probably just waiting for Kurt or something—Kurt was in his class. He raised an eyebrow at the lack of Karofsky; now that he thought about it Karofsky barely hung out with the jocks anymore. He never slushied anyone either, which was strange because Karofsky and Azimio were the main two who performed the slushying.
Cameron pushed past them and entered his French class. He couldn't concentrate on the class, his mind just kept replaying the moment he met that brown haired kid. Something about the boy just completely struck him, he just had such a magnetic presence, Cameron knew that he needed that boy to be his friend. They definitely seemed to fit as friends; Cameron was absolutely drawn to him, to his personality, his accent. He didn't have many friends at school besides Hannah; he just didn't seem to be able to trust anyone here.
It seemed strange that he felt like he could trust the boy straight away, it had to have been fate right?
The bell rang for his next class. For the rest of his classes his mind was just elsewhere, he wondered if he would ever bump into that boy again, he had hoped that the boy would be in one of his classes however he knew that he was purely wishing.
It was finally lunchtime and Cameron made his way to the cafeteria to meet Hannah. As he hurried down the hall he collided into something—someone. As they crashed into each other the boy fell onto the floor and Cameron panicked.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Cameron exclaimed as he held out a hand to help the boy up, the boy's eyes locked onto his and Cameron's breath haltered as he looked into familiar electric blue eyes.
It's him.