chapter two

The boy with the charming smile that made me question

[KEITH POV]

I continue down the hallway my cheeks feeling like small fires had been lit directly on my skin, it burned. Keeping my head down I made my way outside the building, hands in pockets I ran down the narrow street. Running up stairs and locking the key in the door before running inside to grab a pair of headphones as the sound of the door closing was predominate in the background.

Playing around with a few buttons and settings I set the last song on the playlist and sit back into my chair sighing deeply. The sounds around me drown out only to be replaced by the soft melodies of the music. Sinking further into my chair my breaths steady out and my formally flushed face now replaced with its usual pale shade.

Every time that I see him I feel like my heart is going to implode on itself. But who could like a nerdy emo kid like me? I mean my parents couldn't even love me enough to look after me till 2 days after I was born. Dropped off at an orphanage only two days after I was conceived was kind hard to find out about. But nevertheless life goes on, the world keeps spinning and time goes on.

On the topic of time, I was out of it. The 5 second timer goes off as I flick up numerous switches and press buttons making them softly glow. "Shit." I grab the microphone stand and bring it closer to me. "I'm back you little shits, hope you enjoyed some of the quality music that you can find only on KEI-KO" "So today you learned a little about me as your host and my type of music, although it looks like time is nearly up so here's some peaceful tunes to sink your brain into." I swiped for a calming playlist and lowered the volume. "This is KEI-KO signing off." as I raised the volume of the music and turned off the microphone. I pushed my chair away from the desk letting out a breath of release.

"Finally" I sat up in my chair as I watched the clock tick over to 5:55pm. I glanced over to the setup as it flicked to the next song. This song being the last of my slot ending at 6pm. The view count slowly dropping but still staying stable.

That's when I thought back to Lance; 17, in the astronomy major and hot as all living fuck. But the amount of girls that he's dated you would probably be able to make a fucking 7 page essay with just their first names. He's what I would refer to as a no go but I still always look at him twice. I mean I've always had a knack for seeing past the facade that one puts on and he just gives me the vibes of "I'm hiding a huge secret". Which is both mysterious but alluring, both of which I would gladly go for.

Smirking to myself I walked into my kitchen rummaging through the fridge only to find close to nothing edible, Great. I settled on a cucumber and grabbed a cutting board. While chopping it up I hummed silently and mindlessly to myself, It was a pacific song but it sounded emoish so I was happy.

After I had cut up the green fruit I popped one of the badly cut pieces into my mouth, chewing with content. I explored the bench with my hand to pick up a plate and put the few pieces onto the plate only to put the remainder of the fruit into the fridge for later.

I let my feet guide me through the apartment and to the the side of my bed. Sitting down heavily on the mattress, the sheets creasing as I sunk further in. Placing the plate on my bedside table, my eyes caught what laid on the desk. I sighed heavily, changing my position to laying on my back across the width of the bed. "Here have 6 assignments that are all due in 2 weeks. Have fun!" I mocked.

"Fucking hell".

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After a while I sat up, looking over at the clock I went back to lying down yelling at myself internally. In bold letters I wasted 4 hours on sleeping instead of doing anything productive, typical. I went back to my alternate sitting position and stood up, with my stiff legs I walked over to my desk to only sit down once again.

Picking up a red, blue and black pen as well as numerous other essentials I started to get to work on what I call 'a waste of my time' but you would know it as studying.

I picked up my headphones and swiped through my vast array of songs that mainly consisted of 'emo' songs. Or at least that's what people like to call them. I stopped on some MCR and set my phone down.

Well, better get to work.

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[A.N]

Hello? So I finished a chapter. I worked on it in History classes because I fucking hate history with a passion, even though my teacher is super nice.

That reminds me, I have a history test next week. Well shit.

Oh well. Guess I'll fail.

I'm actually going away for like 3 weeks so I'm super busy this week working/getting/handing in 6 assignments. SIX-FUCKING-ASSIGNMENTS.

My dear lord I hate year 10.

Well anyway it was my birthday this week. I'm finally 15, and still a tiny fuck so help me please. Have a nice fucking day/night/afterlife

Oi Oi Oi Mate.

-Jazzi