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?

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-Adam Lancaster-

I sighed as I looked down the hall at my fellow classmates. I don't know what's going on, but it has been different for me over the past couple of months. People have started to look my way for the first one time ever, and I don't like it.

I ran a hand through my blond hair and closed my locker after me. Keeping my books close to my chest I walked to second period, maths. I'm good at maths but I don't necessarily enjoy the subject. I've almost reached the classroom when I'm roughly being thrown into the lockers. I winced as a lock pierced into my back.

"Watch it, nerd!" Some jock yelled as him and his friends walked away. I sighed and continued to class. They didn't do this half a year ago, it's all a part of the difference and I hate it. I liked it when I was invisible.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Adam! Are you even listening?" My Spanish teacher shouted at me, awakening me from my thoughts. I heard snickering and looked around quickly as my laughing classmates and then at the teacher.

"What?" I asked, making the people around me laugh even more. I sunk further into my seat with flaming cheeks. The teacher sighed.

"Adam, get out," she said and pointed to the door. I nodded and were more than happy to get out of that place. I closed the door behind me and let out the breath I've been holding. I hate this. I really hate this.

I took a deep breath, breathed out slowly and went to my locker. That was my last class of the day so I grabbed my stuff and started my journey home.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"I'm home!" I yelled out when I entered the house. When I didn't get an answer I sighed and went up the grand staircase to my room. My family is what you would define as being rich. My parents both have an high income and a busy job so they're never really home. Not that I mind. Though, as an only child, I miss the company sometimes.

I was that 'oops' child parents really didn't expect. But here I am at seventeen, rarely ever speaking a word to my parents.

I sighed as I threw myself on my queen sized bed and covered my eyes with my arms. I hummed a familiar tune and slowly started singing the words quietly to myself.

"I'm gonna pick up the pieces,

and build a Lego house.

If things go wrong we can knock it down."

After that I continued to hum the well known song by the "ginger Jesus".

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