7/12/2012 — manchester, england.

it was a regular cold and dim day in central manchester, one of those where school days just dragged on, and everyone wanted to go home and wrap up in a bundle of blankets and turn the heating on to make their parents’ heating bill increase majorly.

but then, admist the glacial weather, there was you.

like sunshine in the darkness without even knowing it.

easy to miss, yet not to simon riley with his observant eyes and reticent nature.

simon found himself intrigued by you. you were unintentionally flamboyant and one of the ‘weird’ kids, and he was the polar opposite; one of the school’s very own ‘bad boys’ who physically fought for the respect of others.

you wore strikingly colourful clothing and didn’t care about anything in the world as you laughed with your friends, carefree and completely authentic. not like the bitchy popular girls or the cocky jocks you got due to pressure to be perfect for the male or female gaze.

you weren’t afraid to be yourself, and that felt like a breath of fresh air in a midst of fog that clouded simon’s senses.

but, jesus.. he couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering as he watched you stretch from across the hall.

this was a new outfit, he noted. you wore a tight fitted graphic t-shirt (that had nyan cat on it)which barely contained the large frame you unexpectedly owned. you had tight dark jeans on, slightly baggy yet they hugged your thighs in a way that was sinful. all sorts of accessories decorated your body all over, studded bracelets, spiked necklaces, a studded belt with a coloured raccoon tail to match.

a damn work of art by simons newfound standards.

additionally, he noticed that you’d re-dyed your hair, the funky unnatural colours you put in freshly bright and wonderful.

then, there was your makeup. ‘boys shouldn’t wear makeup’—well, you didn’t care. you were a sucker for eye liner and a little colour on the lids of your eyes, paired with a fruity flavoured chapstick.

simon swallowed a lump in his throat, gaze slowly drifting downwards again as you stretched your arms behind your head, tensing and unintentionally flexing your biceps while the already tight shirt around your torso rose, showing off your toned abdominal muscles, the little fluff of hair that showed off briefly before disappearing into your low rise jeans.

he ignored the confused glances from his friends, completely zoned in on you from behind that ever-evident skull balaclava he wore.

your sex drive, or rather appeal, was fortuitously high.

as if it were his last day on earth by all odds being against him, your eyes met his wandering ones from across the corridor, definitely taking notice of the way he stared at the more private parts of your body.

you looked away, a cocky grin on your lips while you let out an amused laugh.

the schools bad boy staring at you?

it was an insane, but true, revelation.