ThatOutcast

~Jinxx’s POV~ I woke and I heard CC and Ashley talking to each other, I wish I could talk. I wish they could understand sign language. I can’t communicate with anyone properly. Andy understood me though, and he helped me when I worked myself up into a panic attack. I’m not good at acting, I can’t hide my feelings well. I stayed still, lying in my bed. I opened my eyes but I didn’t move apart from breathing and blinking. I just listened to everyone else talking to each other when they woke up. Andy’s face was gorgeous, his eyes were stunning, despite the fact that his cheekbones were too prominent. He

Chapter One - Present I normally hated the first day of school. The chaos of finding your new classes, worrying about what homework you'll get throughout the year, trying to make sure that you can find your friends at lunch, just everything about it made me sick with worry.   But the first day of my high school junior year was different.   I woke up to the blaring radio; my alarm clock. I didn't snooze it or dismiss it thought, I let it play.   “This is the first day of school for many students, so I wish you all the best of luck! School is only as bad as you make it.” At first, I didn't like the DJs. They would laugh too much a

My Thoughts Are Always With You MAX'S POV "Come on Max!" I heard a sharp voice hit me like a sledgehammer, dragging me out of my dream world immediately. "You're going to be fucking late for dinner, again!" A man's figure appeared at the opposite end of my bunk. Pushing my laptop off my lap, I sighed and turned to face him. His ripped Iron Maiden shirt showed off his muscles subtly, and his brows furrowed in an angry stare. He was actually quite gorgeous, but not as so as Ronnie. Dismissing all my thoughts, I got up from my sleepy stance and jumped off the bunk, forgetting that the man was close to me. Cascading on him from above, another

Sousuke was mercifully good at telling when Haru was exhausted. They'd been together for a long while now, but it was more than just that. It wasn't only because they'd spent so much time trying to figure out how to read each other, through trial and, at times, considerable error. It was also that in some ways they were just so damn similar. When Haru came home, tired and just wanting to rest, he could be sure that Sousuke would pick up on that and respect it. He didn't ask too many questions, something else that Haru was glad of. But that was partly because they both knew the answers already – work hours were long and they weren't as