My other half

*Beep-beep-beep…BAM* Slamming the alarm off at 5 a.m., a boy with black curly hair opened his dark green eyes. He stood up to change his pyjamas into a sport outfit. After eating breakfast (the most important meal in a day) he went for a run. Every two days he ran to a private school at 5 miles from his home. Can you imagine how well build he is? I can pretty much imagine your thoughts ;). Ryan: Running after summer vacation sucks cause mine condition became the worst after it. Thinking about the summer, he reached the school pretty fast maybe not so fast as usually but fast enough. When he saw the girls standing at the front gate, he felt those eyes following him, what made him very awkward in the beginning but now he is already used to it. Jogging through the gate he ignored the stares and headed straight to the showers to wash the sweat off him. ‘Hey Bram’ I heard someone calling me the second I came out the changing rooms. With a smile I turned and saw my best friend Bram coming towards me. He had brown short hair and was a little smaller than me, where I often teased him with. I had a bunch of other friend but this one was the best and girly or not we could say everything to each other. That’s the bond we build in the ten years I known him. He gif me a big hug and said ‘You! Where have you been dude, I didn’t see you in the vacation except than in the beginning. Thought you were dead, so I could take the title of the number one hottest boy in this school. It can't be helped’. I gave him a stomp and asked about his vacation, talkative as he was; he didn’t hesitate to tell me all the details about the chicks he met. My mind wandered off, not because I didn’t care but just because I never really met a girl where I felt so much in love with, like my friend was talking about. More than ones I get a love letter or confession but they only look at the outside and they always say how good looking I am but further it never goes. So after a while I get tired of it and ignore them, jup, I know that’s pretty heartless but it’s really tiresome. It feels like only the bad and sly types comes to me, to gain popularity like apparently my ex, Cloë, did. A good for nothing, yeah that’s how I think about her know, playing with feelings is low and thinking that I wanted to go further than only dating. Goddd, happy that I discovered her real intensions. Not that it bothers me so much cause I never really liked her but I still got my pride. Jep I’m pretty much done with girls! ‘Ryan!’ I snapped out of my thought when Bram called my name. He said ‘where you even listening?’ Cause I called like 10 times your name’. Sorry bro, I was wondering off, what did you say? He took my face with his hand and turned so I could look at what he wanted me to look at. My eyes widened when I saw a beautiful girl enter the school, I have never seen her before. She has to be the transfer student, where everyone was talking about. Belief me you didn’t want to transfer in the last 2 years from graduating and certainly not when the school isn’t that big. In this private school everyone knows everyone and on this moment all the eyes are pointed at this girl. She had black long hair that waved over her shoulder and even though she was not so tall but she looked like she could take the world on one hand. Everyone was curious about her and here and there I hear people whispering to each other. Did I say I was done with girls? No hell I said that! She was just my type, and belief me I never ever had a type before. I want her, so let’s get to know her. Politer way to say that she is mine and the others have to back off.