Double Hemmings

Adam Lancaster is your typical nerd but without the real typical nerd look. He's good in school, almost only getting straight A's, and he is what you could define as slightly attractive. It all seems great, right? Well, you thought wrong. Nothing is great about Adams current life. Three months ago it was completely fine. It was exactly how Adam had wished it would be. But a couple of months ago something changed. He couldn't seem to figure out what was going on. Not until one day a couple of girls gathered up the courage to finally speak to him. It wasn't until after that, that things really started to finally make sense to him. But is it a good thing, or a bad thing?



-Adam Lancaster-

I've never like going to school, but today just seems like it's even worst. After what happened yesterday and the stuff going on, on Twitter, I'm really dreading going.

I walked into my bathroom and ruffled my blond hair as I stared at myself in the mirror. We look very much alike, apart from the fact that Luke's hair is styled, mine isn't. Luke's lip is pierced, mine isn't. He can sing, I can't. He's a pro on a guitar, I wish I was. He seems genuinely happy, I'm don't.

I sighed and splashed some cold water in my face. The only thing we seems to have in common is or choice of clothing. Black, just the way I like it.

I walked into my walk-in-closet and picked out black skinny jeans and a green day shirt. On my feet I have my signature black converse with black laces. I looked at myself in the mirror and stuffed my hands into the pockets of my jeans.

Come on Adam! You can do this, just ignore them, this will blow off eventually.

I wish it was that easy. I sighed, grabbed my phone and slide it in my back pocket. I walked down the stairs of the empty house and locked the front door after me. I plucked in my headphone and picked shuffle on my phone, turning the volume up loud, blocking out the world around me. The familiar guitar riff started and I immediately switched song.


"Look, it's him." Whispers were the only thing that reached my ears as I walked in the school hallways. I kept my head low and my headphones hanging around my neck, my hands deeply in my pockets. I walked to my closet, clicked in the combination and took an unwanted step back. An uncountable amount of notes fell out of my locker and in the floor, many more still in my locker. I grabbed on of them I opened it. I immediately regretted it.

"Hey, Adam, right? I heard you're like rich and like have this really great family. You wanna hang out some time?"

P.S love your outfit.

-Cindy from algebra."

I sighed and let it fall to the floor. I grabbed my books letting the notes in the way fall aimlessly to the grey floor. I slammed my locker closed and walked to first period. I already hate this. I like staying the background, I'm not an outgoing persona. And I'm definitely not what they want me to be like. I bit my lip as I walked into the classroom, all eyes on me. I found an empty seat in the back and almost sunk under the table in embarrassment. I'm not very fond of this attention.


I was just walking out of algebra when I was roughly pushed against a group of lockers. I winced at the uncomfortable feeling of a lock piercing into my back. I looked up at the guys in front of me, one of them right up in my face holding me again the lockers by my shirt.

The football team. (Otherwise known as soccer.)

"Who do you think you are?" He asked glaring at me, obviously furious about something.

"Wha-" before I could form a single word he slammed me harshly against the lockers once again, and his fist connected to my face. The unexpected blow threw my off guard and I was sent to the hard dirty floors. I groaned in pain, my jaw throbbing. Kicks and punches were being thrown at me from different angles, from different people, kicking and punching my stomach, my face and my rips.

"That's what you get for stealing our girlfriends!" The some person, that talked to me first, yelled, tricking me one last time in the rips before walking away. The crowd that had gathered around vanished and continued on their way to class.

Girlfriends? What did he mean by 'stealing their girlfriends'? He could possibly mean..?

The last bell rang and the halls were officially empty as all the students had gone to their finally period of the day. I was still laying on the floor, on my back this time and winched when I tried to sit up. Eventually I got up and supported my weight on the lockers beside me. I leant against some of them and sighed heavily, wincing slightly. This is going to hurt even worst tomorrow.

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