fuck

/fʌk/

verb

have sex with (someone).damage or ruin (something).

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds, admit impediments. Love is not love. Which alters when its alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering baroque, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken."

My fingers slide around the pages of the book as the teacher reads. I hold the book in my palm, bored as fuck. When Ezekiel strides inside with his leather jacket flung over his shoulder.

"Mr. Blake Ezekiel Moretti. You are late." The teacher shouts, I see the girls gasping at talking about how hot he is.

"Yes, I already know that. I don't need you reminding me." He said bluntly which was not his usual self when he was around me. She shakes her head and tells him to find a seat. I see one of the cheerleaders push her friend of the seat beside her.

"Blake, please have a seat here." She flutters, but wait, was his name Blake? It seemed like Ezekiel to me. Ezekiel rolls his eyes as he scans the classroom, spotting the sole open seat next me. He moves my luggage and slams it against me before taking a seat next to me.

"I mean, okay then." I said throwing my bag onto the floor.

"Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks, within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." The teacher continued; I notice Blake resting his head onto the table clearly feeling tired.

As I look closer, I see a black bruise forming on the side of his cheeks. What on earth?

Where would he go at this time? His hair was messy, I mean very messy it was all over the place. "Blake! Share books with Amira since you were unbothered to bring your own." Blake raises his head and crosses his arms over his chest as he pretends to look at my book.

His eyes were slightly closing near to the mere of closing forever. That's when I feel his head on my shoulders. "To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams May come..." I look down and feel his curls on my neck, his snores were not as loud as mine. He was beautiful.

I notice the teacher looking in Ezekiel's direction and bring the book to cover his face so he wouldn't get in trouble. "Ezekiel...Ezekiel..." I whispered to try wake him up. He groans and his head shuffles on my shoulders.

I feel the pit of my stomach flutter a little but decide to ignore it. The teacher continues to read as I notice some people staring back at me. I couldn't really hide my face since I was covering his. I didn't want him to get in trouble.

I shove the burrito into my mouth as I sit on the bleachers, I haven't spoken to my mum or my dad since that day. I haven't eaten nor come down for dinner. I can't believe to say that I couldn't wait for my treatments with Keira and Belle tomorrow. My sister decided it was best for Belle to take me there instead mum.

"Saw you at the hospital last week again, special occasion?" I turn seeing the man who stole my Hershey. Ezekiel I've come to know his name as. He sat beside me on the bleachers. We both stared at the horizon in front of us, the litter man picking up the trash that the students decide to throw.

"Nope...just donating some blood." I lied, I didn't need someone to fake their feeling sorry for me, I didn't need pity nor did I need sadness. "Why were you in the hospital?"

"I just like going there, seeing people and shit. Who was the hottie with you there?" He asked obviously changing the subject.

"That was my mum, ewe.." I slurred as I put down my burrito suddenly feeling disgusted.

"Oh, come on, stop over exaggerating shit. I see where you get the looks from."

"Are you calling me hot?"

"No, that's taking it to far." I couldn't help but snort at his snarky comment, his eyes widen into my own.

"What?"

"Nothing, you're weird. Thanks for letting me sleep on your shoulder in class by the way, how come I didn't get in trouble?" He mumbled settling down beside me, he threw his leather jacket on the side of the bleacher.

"I hid you with the scripts of Shakespeare."

"Ahh, Shakespeare comes in handy." We stayed quiet for a few minutes, I didn't feel like eating anymore. I had a problem with eating in front of people, my anxiety was that bad. Before I asked why he was so tired, I see a group of guys walking onto the field with black leather jackets. Ezekiel stood up and stepped of the bleachers, he looked up at me giving me a slight nod with a slight smile showing his light dimple before jogging over towards the guys.

The bell rings and I notice that I have Math's, I pull my hoodie on ready for the class I despised the most.

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The moment school finished I walked straight out towards my bike, removing the chain and shoving it back into my back pack I swing my leg over the seat before I notice something wrong. It was a flat tyre. I groaned angrily knowing I had chemotherapy at three. I swing back of my bike and look around only to see three girls snickering in the corner. One of them being from my English lit class. I hated girls like that, do they have nothing better to do?

I ignore them, not wanting to satisfy them before I start walking dragging the bike along with me. It was a damaged bike anyways, I might as well throw it in the bushes and walk the rest empty handed. I think that would suffice my lazy needs very much. The walk home felt more than my usual walk. I wanted to call and Uber or to call Belle but I needed to stop relying on her.

I hear a bike noise tantrum the quiet area, ignoring that too. "Flat tyre huh," I looked up seeing a black motorbike. It was absolutely beautiful before my eyes linked with his. The blue colour matched the sky above me.

"Yeah, the worst thing about a bike." I muttered, trying to pull it over the grass since there were kids running all over the place with kites in their hands. This morning it was snowing and now It's sunny? I'm so confused. The weather was just as bipolar as me.

"My mums house is a few minutes away, we can pump your bike up." I sighed in relief, I knew I shouldn't accept it. But right now I was sweating from the sun and in just need to get home. I noticed how he was slowly driving besides me, staying in pace.

"Thank you so much; that is helpful." As we continue heading towards his mother's house, he nods his head. He didn't live with her, did he? My eyes expand as I approach the mansion that feels like home. It was enormous. Huge in the sense that it's freaking huge. We pull into the driveway and head straight for the garage. He parks his bike and leaps off before reaching down to open the garage door.

He walked inside taking my bike from my grasp, he settled it against the floor and looked at my tyre. "Yeah, looks like you need a new tyre. This one is gone." He said before ripping the tyre of, I settled on the floor besides my bike as I notice him standing up to grab a few things from the shelves. Gosh, the way the light struck at him was just amazing. His body was wrapped tightly with that black shirt.

"So you live here or?"

"No, moved out when I was eighteen. I live on my own." He answered, I'm glad he wasn't one to feel uncomfortable. Actually it was the opposite, around him it felt nice. It felt calming.

"Wait how old are you?"

"I'm twenty, turned a few months ago." I nodded my head, he was only a year older than me since I should be turning nineteen anytime soon now. I notice him spreading oil onto the chain. Then he places a new tyre and begins pumping it with his hands. The way the veins struck out around those rings. Gosh, he was just perfect.

"So you work or-"

"Is this some sort of interview?" He said, not looking at my eyes as he concentrated on pumping the bike.

"I'm simply asking questions," I say. This was getting awkward, I grumbled. What was causing him to become so defensive all of a sudden? I was merely inquiring about a few things here and there. It's entirely my responsibility to get to know individuals. He gets a towel from behind him and wipes the oil off his hands as soon as he's finished. Then he double check tyres and nods as he hands it over to me.

"Thank you so much, I owe you." I whispered taking it from him, he looked at me for a few seconds nodding his head curtly once more. That's when I hear a car enter the drive, I decided that it was time to leave. "Bye." I said, flinging my leg onto the bike I leave this huge ass house looking back only to see a woman talking to Ezekiel.

Was it his mother? Was his parents divorced?

So just for people to know Blake is an actual true character, he was there for 'Amira' (not giving my friends name out) when she needed him.

Anyways, please vote....

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