Ryan's POV:

I arrived in school and guess who I saw, my bully. Did I forget to mention I get bullied. Yeah that, I get called 'fat' 'worthless' 'mute' 'faggot' and other hurtful words. I just ignore them but deep down they hurt. Their words are like knifes, and often leave scars.
I was sat in my English class and I felt a burning stare on me, I quickly turned to my side to see a kid, that I don't recognise, staring at me. He noticed me looking at him and quickly looked back at the board. "What was that about?" I asked myself. Eh
After class I waited out side for that boy, I wanna know why on earth he was staring at me. Here he comes. "Yo" I shouted, but not to loud. "M-me?" He stuttered. "Yeah! Why were you staring at me in class, I'm not that attractive" I said walking towards him as he backed into the corner. "I-I'm sorry, Geor-" "Ryan" I corrected "R-Ryan I won't do it a-again" he lowered his voice. "You are a little attractive" he said, more like a whisper. "Bye" I said as I didn't want to hear anymore.
Who was that kid? He was pretty hot, his stuttering was ador- RYAN STOP. No crushes no liking no no no no NO! Okay calm down brain everything will be fine okay just get to science.
"Okay class today we'll be doing a project in partners" everyone groaned. "I have already picked your partners" everyone groaned even louder. "Okay so we have Hayley with Sarah, Frank with Gerard, Patrick Pete, Alex Jack, Ryan Brendon" I stopped listening after mine, Brendon who is this Brendon we speak off, I'm going to let him come to me.
A couple of minutes later I had a small tap on my shoulder. "Are we um doing this or n-not?" He stuttered. I turned around and was me with those brown eyes of his. So his name is Brendon. Cute name for a cute bo- RYAN STOP!
He was nervous to speak to me, why? I don't really understand I'm not that scary... Am I? "Hay, Bren why are you so nervous to talk to me?" I asked politely, well I tried. "I um I don't know, I'm normal very excitable around people, I don't know why I'm so nervous oh god I'm strange" he went on. Okay calm down child. "Okay" I plainly said and carried on with our work.
It only took about thirty minutes until Brendon was fine with talking to me, and now he hasn't stopped. He's always going on about something. "So when's your birthday? I love birthdays you are getting older" he explained. "August, but your getting closer to death?" I questioned. "What day in August? I know death it's a strange thing, are you scared of death?" So many questions dude calm down. "30, um I wouldn't say I'm scared but I'm kind of looking forward to dying, you know leaving this awful place called ear- I'm going to stop you don't wanna know about my depressing thoughts" I said and from then on we didn't say a word.