A/N: Welcome to chapter one of my new story, Hey You. The title was inspired by a Pink Floyd song, one of my favourites.
"No." Milo glared sternly at the girl. She looked almost heartbroken, but not quite. I still didn't know why I was hiding in his front garden, watching him through a gap in his curtains. This girl, with her blonde, slutty-looking hair and her trashy clothes. This girl, who was leaving now. Then there was me, the stalker. The freak.
It took me a moment to realise that the door was opening. I leapt over the hedge and ran as if I was being chased by a serial killer in some bad horror movie. When I finally reached the park where I went to think, I flopped gently back on the ping-pong table that no-one ever used and gazed into the black sky, feeling tears forming in my eyes.
What was wrong with me? Why was I so obsessed with the guy who never stayed down? He barely knew I existed, so why did I try? The only sentence I'd ever spoken to him was "Hey, Milo. How are you?" He hadn't replied. Probably wouldn't want to be seen talking to a girl who went around wearing Pink Floyd t-shirts and torn jeans. The guy was kind of arrogant and self-centred sometimes, but he was ridiculously hot.
After a couple of hours crying and toying with the loose threads around the tear on my Dark Side of the Moon t-shirt, I decided to head back to the dorms, since curfew was in half an hour. I started running again, black Converses pounding the pavement so hard I thought the soles would split off and fall away. It was beautiful.
When I reached the dorms I was exhausted. Running for about five minutes without stopping wasn't a good idea anyway. The muscles on my arms were aching. I needed to fucking sleep, and I needed it badly.
A/N: Chapter One done! Sorry about length but I'm really burned out after a week of school, so I'm not feeling too inspired.