Don't Fight What's Right (Part 1/8)
Title: Don't Fight What's Right.
Pairing: Kradam. (None at the moment.)
Rating: PG-13 - Foul Language.
Word Count: 1,230.
Disclaimer: Adam and Kris belong to themselves. And each other. I made no profit off of this. Purely for entertainment purposes.
Summary: Completely AU. Adam is an eighteen year old High School Senior and is the school outcast. Two months ago, Kris came to the school, but refuses to talk to anyone.
Notes: First Kradam Fanfiction. Don't be to harsh, kay? Oh, and I have no Beta, so all mistakes are my own. D: I want to continue, but only if you like it, ;)
I'd been watching him for weeks now. He seemed to be perfect in every way; from what I'd seen, anyway. Today was no different. I was leaning against the back of the school, taking a drag from my half burnt cigarette and watching the brown haired beauty out of the corner of my eye. This area of the school is reserved for those who preferred to stay away from those of a totally different species entirely. The jocks, the plastics, the nerds; people who didn't really fit anywhere. Though, the school had unofficially named me the local badass for reasons unknown. I'm not cruel in anyway, I just prefer combat boots and snotty remarks. Kris, on the other hand, he had no title. If anything he'd be the quiet Indie-boy who seemed to be engrossed in his guitar most of the time.
He looked up from the buckwheat instrument in time to catch my eyes. I kept my face solid, not showing what I was thinking, as I pride myself in, and watched as his face changed from plain curiosity to worry and frustration. When our gaze split, I let out a beath I didn't know I was holding.
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I was sitting in Math class after my lunch hour, after that brief encounter with Kristopher, and I found myself oddly distracted. Of course, I sit in the back of the room and keep to myself most of the time, rarely answering a question, but I do pay attention to what the teacher says. Even if my nose is shoved in my notebook.
Kris is somewhere in the school, listening to a lecture and taking notes, probably. Was he thinking of me too? No. I can't let myself think like that. No one has ever really said anything to the boy since he moved here two months ago, so, really, no one knows his preference. As in, if the cute little button is gay or straight. Somewhere in my gut, though, I know he's straight. Maybe a little bi-curious, but mostly looking for his prom queen. I can't let myself think to much on what can happen between us.
I hear my name fall into the room from someones lips and I look up to see everyone looking at me expectantly. I was about to ask what was up, but the teacher was glaring at me, a familiar yellow note in her hands as I caught the back of a familiar figure exiting the room. "You're wanted in the office." I could mentally here her saying "again" but I knew better then to comment on it.
I stood from my seat, gathering my belongings and slung my bag onto my leather clad back. My untied combat boots squeaked on the floor and I could feel eyes glaring at me. I adjusted my tight skinny jeans, that I'll admit are girls jeans, and tucked them back to their position under the boots before hurrying to the front of the room and snagging the note from my teacher. I glanced my appearance over in the mirror, approved, and headed out the door after a couple of snark remarks and muffled giggles.
It was him alright, hurrying down the hall in the same direction as myself. More yellow notes in his hand, so that ultimately meant he's delivering them. Wonderful. I hurried through the hallway, quickly gaining ground with my long legs. "Hey." I said casually when I caught up to him. Kris looked up at me, but said nothing. He never says anything. To anyone. Sometimes I wonder if he's a mute. "I'm Adam." I extended my hand but was greeted by cold air and a blank stare. Kris stopped walking suddenly and I stopped short a few steps in front of him. He took a deep breath and turned in the other direction.
Rejection sucks.
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Turns out I was wanted in the office for smoking on school grounds. Again. Who keeps telling on me, for fucks sake? Honestly, there's only a few people who actually hang out in the rejects area and most of them smoke too. Was it Kris? Well, after our last encounter, it wouldn't surprise me.
"One more offense, Mr. Lambert, and you're suspended for a week." The threat was all too familiar. Each time I was called into the office for smoking, I got the same lecture. "And that means no graduation." Oh yeah, did I mention I'm a Senior? And Eighteen? Why do they care if I smoke? I mean, it's not like I smoke around anyone that would bitch about it. Well, obviously I do, but who the fuck is it? "I mean it, Adam." Mr. Castillo hates me. Always has. That's what I get for having a Bible loving Principle.
Yeah, I'm gay. If you haven't read between the lines yet.
"Understood, Sir." I spat before standing and getting my slip signed to return back to class.
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By the time I got back to class the other students were packing up to leave. I just leaned against the doorway and waited for the bell to ring. My eyes would usually steer clear from everyone elses, but one girls caught my eye. Deep brown eyes looking at me with what looked like admiration. She smiled when our eyes met and I just stared at her, confused. I've seen her before. The red headed girl that was basically a ball of energy. She's a year below me, I think.
When the bell finally rang she jumped out of her seat and bounded toward me before the bell even finished chiming. "Hi!" She waved enthusiastically and jumped on the balls of her feet. "I'm Allison." She gave me a warm smile and held out her hand. I took it cautiously and shook it gently.
"Adam." I gave her a half-assed smiled before releasing her hand from my gloved one. "Um, can I ask why?" I looked her over and saw the confused look I was given. "I mean, just randomly introduce yourself now?" I chuckled lightly and stepped out of the door way so people could get by. She followed like a loyal dog as I began to walk down the hall.
"Oh! I don't know. Just, uh, spur of the moment, I guess." Allison rubbed the back of her neck.
"I see." I took in a deep breath of air and looked down to the smaller frame. She was looking up at me. "Well, I have Chem next. Talk to you later?" I stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned to look at her, she stepped closer to me as to get out of the way of other people in the hall who seemed to be irritated with the road block.
"Of course!" Before I knew it I was enveloped in a bear hug and her head was turned to the side so her cheek was pressed into my chest. My breath caught as I looked down at the fire head who had violated my personal space. I sighed after a moments thought and brought my arms around her too.
"See you later, Alli." I released her from my gentle grip and she did the same to me, although her's was not so gentle. She seemed to enjoy me calling her by the nickname as she gave me a warm smile, gave me a jerky nod and bounded down the hall just as the bell rang.
Fuck. Late again.
Pairing: Kradam. (None at the moment.)
Rating: PG-13 - Foul Language.
Word Count: 1,230.
Disclaimer: Adam and Kris belong to themselves. And each other. I made no profit off of this. Purely for entertainment purposes.
Summary: Completely AU. Adam is an eighteen year old High School Senior and is the school outcast. Two months ago, Kris came to the school, but refuses to talk to anyone.
Notes: First Kradam Fanfiction. Don't be to harsh, kay? Oh, and I have no Beta, so all mistakes are my own. D: I want to continue, but only if you like it, ;)
I'd been watching him for weeks now. He seemed to be perfect in every way; from what I'd seen, anyway. Today was no different. I was leaning against the back of the school, taking a drag from my half burnt cigarette and watching the brown haired beauty out of the corner of my eye. This area of the school is reserved for those who preferred to stay away from those of a totally different species entirely. The jocks, the plastics, the nerds; people who didn't really fit anywhere. Though, the school had unofficially named me the local badass for reasons unknown. I'm not cruel in anyway, I just prefer combat boots and snotty remarks. Kris, on the other hand, he had no title. If anything he'd be the quiet Indie-boy who seemed to be engrossed in his guitar most of the time.
He looked up from the buckwheat instrument in time to catch my eyes. I kept my face solid, not showing what I was thinking, as I pride myself in, and watched as his face changed from plain curiosity to worry and frustration. When our gaze split, I let out a beath I didn't know I was holding.
---
I was sitting in Math class after my lunch hour, after that brief encounter with Kristopher, and I found myself oddly distracted. Of course, I sit in the back of the room and keep to myself most of the time, rarely answering a question, but I do pay attention to what the teacher says. Even if my nose is shoved in my notebook.
Kris is somewhere in the school, listening to a lecture and taking notes, probably. Was he thinking of me too? No. I can't let myself think like that. No one has ever really said anything to the boy since he moved here two months ago, so, really, no one knows his preference. As in, if the cute little button is gay or straight. Somewhere in my gut, though, I know he's straight. Maybe a little bi-curious, but mostly looking for his prom queen. I can't let myself think to much on what can happen between us.
I hear my name fall into the room from someones lips and I look up to see everyone looking at me expectantly. I was about to ask what was up, but the teacher was glaring at me, a familiar yellow note in her hands as I caught the back of a familiar figure exiting the room. "You're wanted in the office." I could mentally here her saying "again" but I knew better then to comment on it.
I stood from my seat, gathering my belongings and slung my bag onto my leather clad back. My untied combat boots squeaked on the floor and I could feel eyes glaring at me. I adjusted my tight skinny jeans, that I'll admit are girls jeans, and tucked them back to their position under the boots before hurrying to the front of the room and snagging the note from my teacher. I glanced my appearance over in the mirror, approved, and headed out the door after a couple of snark remarks and muffled giggles.
It was him alright, hurrying down the hall in the same direction as myself. More yellow notes in his hand, so that ultimately meant he's delivering them. Wonderful. I hurried through the hallway, quickly gaining ground with my long legs. "Hey." I said casually when I caught up to him. Kris looked up at me, but said nothing. He never says anything. To anyone. Sometimes I wonder if he's a mute. "I'm Adam." I extended my hand but was greeted by cold air and a blank stare. Kris stopped walking suddenly and I stopped short a few steps in front of him. He took a deep breath and turned in the other direction.
Rejection sucks.
---
Turns out I was wanted in the office for smoking on school grounds. Again. Who keeps telling on me, for fucks sake? Honestly, there's only a few people who actually hang out in the rejects area and most of them smoke too. Was it Kris? Well, after our last encounter, it wouldn't surprise me.
"One more offense, Mr. Lambert, and you're suspended for a week." The threat was all too familiar. Each time I was called into the office for smoking, I got the same lecture. "And that means no graduation." Oh yeah, did I mention I'm a Senior? And Eighteen? Why do they care if I smoke? I mean, it's not like I smoke around anyone that would bitch about it. Well, obviously I do, but who the fuck is it? "I mean it, Adam." Mr. Castillo hates me. Always has. That's what I get for having a Bible loving Principle.
Yeah, I'm gay. If you haven't read between the lines yet.
"Understood, Sir." I spat before standing and getting my slip signed to return back to class.
---
By the time I got back to class the other students were packing up to leave. I just leaned against the doorway and waited for the bell to ring. My eyes would usually steer clear from everyone elses, but one girls caught my eye. Deep brown eyes looking at me with what looked like admiration. She smiled when our eyes met and I just stared at her, confused. I've seen her before. The red headed girl that was basically a ball of energy. She's a year below me, I think.
When the bell finally rang she jumped out of her seat and bounded toward me before the bell even finished chiming. "Hi!" She waved enthusiastically and jumped on the balls of her feet. "I'm Allison." She gave me a warm smile and held out her hand. I took it cautiously and shook it gently.
"Adam." I gave her a half-assed smiled before releasing her hand from my gloved one. "Um, can I ask why?" I looked her over and saw the confused look I was given. "I mean, just randomly introduce yourself now?" I chuckled lightly and stepped out of the door way so people could get by. She followed like a loyal dog as I began to walk down the hall.
"Oh! I don't know. Just, uh, spur of the moment, I guess." Allison rubbed the back of her neck.
"I see." I took in a deep breath of air and looked down to the smaller frame. She was looking up at me. "Well, I have Chem next. Talk to you later?" I stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned to look at her, she stepped closer to me as to get out of the way of other people in the hall who seemed to be irritated with the road block.
"Of course!" Before I knew it I was enveloped in a bear hug and her head was turned to the side so her cheek was pressed into my chest. My breath caught as I looked down at the fire head who had violated my personal space. I sighed after a moments thought and brought my arms around her too.
"See you later, Alli." I released her from my gentle grip and she did the same to me, although her's was not so gentle. She seemed to enjoy me calling her by the nickname as she gave me a warm smile, gave me a jerky nod and bounded down the hall just as the bell rang.
Fuck. Late again.