This came out of nowhere. I am sitting down with my computer, my exams finally over, and I am bored out of my freaking mind and I just began to furiously type. So this a thing now. I really want to develop this, so this is going to be chapter 1. A kind of prologue. Tell me what you guys think.I don't know for some reason I really like it. I love feedback.

Jude POV

You would think that after being the new kid six times in his incredibly short 17 years of life, he would be used to this shit by now. But it never really got easier. He hated the "new kid stigma". That moment when you first walk through the doors and you feel everyone's senses heighten. It's like a sixth sense. They just know when the new kid had invaded their space. And the stares. As if the bastards had never seen a kid in a converse and a hoodie before. You would have sworn he was growing a second head or something.

What made it even worse was that it was his senior year. These kids had probably known each other since kindergarten and here he was, trying to blend into a crowd that had already been established. He was sick of it all honestly. Sick of the cliques and trying so hard to fit in.

He'd internally rolled his eyes when his new foster mom had told him to make some new friends as he had got out of the car. He was on his eighth foster home. He had been in the system since he was five years old and hopes of adoption had been long forgotten when he hit the ripe age of 12 when voices began to break and your face was not baby cute anymore. He had no longer pitied himself like the other foster kids. In his opinion he never really saw the point in lamenting about a life you could not change. So he'd accepted it that he was a ward of the state till they spit him out when he turned 18. He knew nothing of stability or roots or family or love. He saw his life as the suitcase he never unpacked, filled with little and constantly moving.

His new foster parents weren't as bad as previous ones he'd had. Surprisingly he had been taken into the home of two married women. Lena and Steph. He had no problem with living in a house with two women. Unlike a lot of the world, he didn't really see a problem with it. Love was love right? But then again, who was he talk? Love was almost a foreign concept to him. They had been pretty nice to him so far, well in the week that he had been with them. They provided him with the basic necessities like food and running water. And one would think those things were given, obvious commodities, but that was not the case in four out of the seven foster homes he had been too previously. Food was a scarce thing when your foster parents had been drug addicts who only showed up once a week and electricity and running water was luxuries when another family preferred to use their money for gambling instead of paying the bills. But he preferred not to look back on the moments when his life had been so miserable that it had been hard to think about if there was really any happiness beyond all of it.

So yeah, Lena and Steph had been alright, for now. It really did not matter though. He would be 18 in a few months and they'd probably let him go once they were no longer required to take care of him. If it was one thing he had learnt, it was to never hold on to things or people because 99.9% of the time you would be disappointed.

As he entered the doors of this new school he pulled his hoodie over his head and shoved his hands in his pockets, keeping his head down. As he walked down the hall he ignored the hushed whispers and curious looks he got. This year his motto was to be invisible. He didn't need any new friendships, he was used to being alone. All he needed to do was get through this year unscathed. He sighed as he quickly made his way to the office to retrieve his schedule.

One hundred and seventy y nine more days to go.

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Connor's POV

You always knew when there was a new kid. The school would be abuzz with the news. For some reason a single person could set the school afire with talk.. He guessed people loved the mystery of it. A new face among the familiar and sometimes that one person could change the entire dynamic of the school or…they wouldn't. They may probably just fade into the background, after their fifteen seconds of new kid fame.

So there was a new kid. And he really did not care. Unless this new face was supposed to affect his life in some ground breaking way (which was highly unlikey) he did not see the point of speculating who it was and (In the boys case) wondering if he was athletic and if maybe he would join one of the sports teams (God knows the basketball team needed some heavenly intervention) and in the girls case, hoping the new kid would be hot. In his opinion, the guy should just be left alone. It probably sucked having to come to a new school in your senior year, adding the fact that everyone would be staring at you like you had just been transported from another planet.

Even his football team were gossiping like a group of girls about it and as the captain it was really annoying when you were trying to organize plays for Friday's game and your star running back was asking everyone if he they thought the new kid would be a nerd and if so, who would snag him first to do their homework.

He narrowed his eyes. You would never think they had a game this Friday. He gave up and got up from his place at the table they all sat it before the bell ran for school to begin. His efforts were futile. He would just have to wait tillr this new kid showed up and quenched everyone's curiosity.

He entered the halls through one of the exit doors and made his way to his locker as he politely smiled at the girls who waved to him and twirled their hair around their fingers and high fived the guys who slapped him on his back. As quarterback and captain of the football team, this was his daily life. When it had all just begun a year ago he had liked nothing better, being so popular and admired by everyone had been the best feeling. He had lived for it. What more did I guy want then the prettiest girls throwing themselves at his feet, and being the guy that everyone wanted to be.

But now, after a year of all of it and the death of his mom, he couldn't feel any more suffocated. He couldn't wait to get out. That's why he needed a scholarship and that's why he needed his team members to listen to the damn plays.

His mom's death had caused him to step back from his life and survey it. He had come to realize how petty it was and after seeing how quickly life could be taken from you he had begun to dislike what he had become. The pompous jock who thought he had the world at his fingertips. He wanted to be so much more than that. He had always remembered when his mom had called him out on it a week before she had died. He had thought he had been doing her proud.

"What happened to you," she had asked curiously and back then he hadn't understood what she meant. He remembered shrugging his shoulders in confusion and brushing her off and now when she was gone he had finally grasped what she had meant and she had been right. He had gone from a boy who had loved football with everything in his being to the guy who still loved football but also loved the parties and popularity that came with it. And he had been drowning and losing himself. So over the summer he had distanced himself from his team, only meeting up with them when they had to talk about football for the new season and he had avoided the parties and the invitations from girls to come to their empty houses when their parents weren't home. When he had come back to school on this first day he had felt his teammates curious stares and he knew they wanted to ask him what was going on but he had sideswiped any questions by trying to map out plays with them, trying being a key word here.

And he finally saw him. The new kid that is, slowly weaving his way through the crowded hall, his hand gripping on what was probably his schedule. He knew it was him based on the stealthy glances people were throwing in his direction and his general awkwardness as he tried to avoid bringing any attention to him. He was an average kid, kind of tall with messy brown hair almost to his ears and a dark hoodie. He looked on as this boy searched almost painstakingly for his locker and averted his eyes when he got closer. He didn't want to add to the number of persons who were probably making this kid feel so uncomfortable. So he opened his locker and as he pulled out his chemistry book, the locker next to his surprisingly opened. In his peripheral vision he saw the brown haired kid dropping his bag to the floor and attempting in vain to pull open his locker door. After about 15 seconds of listening the guy softly grunt while trying to yank open the damn thing he sighed, so much for not caring, he thought.

He closed his locker and turned to the boy still yanking uselessly.

"Hey, you need some help?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the boy's fingers that were now turning red.

"Um. No, no thanks," the boy muttered. Now he knew how much of a bitch the lockers in the school could be, and it took a decent amount of strength to get them open the first few times. If he did not intervene this guy would probably be here till the end of time tring to get the thing open so he stepped closer and gently pushed the boys's hands off of the locker. They were really warm he noticed.

As soon as their hands had come into contact, the unnamed boy had quickly moved his hands away, almost as if he had been shocked.

Ignoring thee guys weirdness, he placed both hands on the locker handle and using all his weight pulled on it until it unexpectedly unlatched causing him to topple backward and with astounding grace he fell on top of the new kid, both of them splayed on the floor. Well this was embarrassing. He quickly got off the floor and turned to help up the poor kid he had landed on top of. He couldn't help but notice the look of absolute mortification on the boys face as he took his hand and helped him up to his feet. So much for leaving the new kid alone.

He ran his hands through his hair, not really embarrassed but apologetic that he had brought all this attention to this guy on his first day.

"God, I'm really sorry, "he said, and he tried to smile, "but at least your locker is open."

The kid still looked pretty embarrassed but he finally made eye contact. The guys had really nice brown eyes he thought. Where was this even coming from?

The new kid shook his head, "No, it's alright, um and thanks…"

Oh right, they had missed the introductions.

"Connor,'' he said, putting out his hand.

The new kid nodded his head, "Jude," he replied, taking Connor's hand in his, with a firmer shake than he had expected. He again noticed how warm the guys' hand was and they were really soft.

This time he was the one to quickly let go as the bell rang. He had failed to notice that they now had an audience (God didn't these people have anything else better to do.)

He looked at Jude one final time, all tousled brown hair and brown eyes (and what was that weird feeling in his stomach?)

"Nice to meet you Jude," and, "and again, I'm really sorry."

That feeling in his stomach intensified when Jude gave him a very small smile, "It's fine, thanks again for opening my locker," Jude glanced around them, "But I think you should maybe leave before this turns into a circus."

He laughed, Jude was right, everyone was looking now. So with one final nod to Jude, he turned around and quickly made his way to class, ignoring the crowd. He glanced back one more time to see Jude heading in the opposite direction, head ducked.

The new kid's name was Jude and why was his heart beating so fast?