He took a deep breath, pushing open the front glass doors to the school. This is a fresh start. He assured himself that this time would be different. Cameron, a tall lanky boy with black rimmed glasses, shook his golden hair out of his eyes. He scrunched his nose, using this as a technique to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His eyes scanned the teens making up the swarm in the hallways. No one looked of any interest.
He made his way to the office, asking for his schedule. The receptionist, a rather plump lady with clothes too bright for Cameron's taste, smiled and handed it over to him. "If you have any trouble with classes you can always talk to your counselor," she reminded him. He faked a smile thanking the lady has he reached for his schedule. I hope not everyone is this happy-go-lucky, because that would just be too much to handle.
While leaving a buzzing sound went off. He turned to his phone to read the text that had sent his phone erupting. From Mom: "Have a good day love! Hope all goes well! Don't forget your dad and I will be late for dinner! Love, Mom"
He slid his phone open. Replying to his text someone bumped him. He looked up to realize he had ignored the crowds of people and had begun walking. Only problem was he did know where he was walking. He turned around to meet the most breathtaking eyes he had ever seen. The boy half smiled turning to walk in the opposite direction. I've got to know his name.
The rest of the day went by uneventful, that was until he realized he had a free period when he should have an elective. He sighed, reluctantly making his way back to the office. He stopped abruptly when he heard singing. He walked up to the door, looking through the window. He stopped breathing. He felt like he could vomit at any minute; all because he saw him.
He turned to lean against the lockers. His breathing returned but in fast short breaths. He slid down to sit on the floor. He clutched his head in his hands. What was he doing? Was he seriously freaking out because of a guy?
He had to do something; he couldn't just stay on the floor waiting. The bell rang. Had he really spent a whole class on the floor? He stumbled and fell to the ground while trying to get up. And that's how the gorgeous boy, walking out of the door, found Cameron, sprawled across the floor. "Are you alright?" he offered, a look of utter confusion spread upon his features. Amazingly good-looking and...is that an Irish accent?
"Uh yeah, I...um fell." His face was the most unattractive shade of red. Smooth Cameron….real smooth.
The brunette smiled. "I'm Damian." He reached down and helped the poor boy to his feet. Cameron studied the boy, committing every feature to memory. He watched the boy rub his neck and he realized he was staring.
"Uh, thanks. I'm Cameron. Cameron Mitchell. I promise this doesn't happen all the time."
Damian laughed. "I would hope not. New?"
"Is it that obvious? Who am I kidding; I reek of new kid don't I?"
The boy squinted, thinking. He took a whiff of the other. Smiling he replied, "No, you actually smell brilliant."
"That you're right, I am rather smart, if you can't tell by the whole nerd apparel." He joked back. With that both boys were laughing like hyenas.
The door to the glee club room opened, causing both Cameron and Damian to jump, the latter falling over to the ground.
"Does this happen often?" Cameron laughed offering a hand. "What is that room anyways?"
"Oh that? That's Glee Club!" Damian answered excitedly.
"Glee club," he reiterated more to himself than to the other boy. "I take it it's a whole lot of fun."
"What gave it away?"
Cameron paused pretending to think, "Um…how about the huge smile plastered on your face?"
"Well that's cause I met you! You really are something else Cameron Mitchell." Damian smiled.
"Thanks, you too Damo. You too."
