Ultraviolet
"Mr. Hummel, you are late"
"Mhm" I just grumbled. I honestly couldn't be bothered for one of Mr. Shepherd's pointless rants at me for my punctuality this morning. I pulled the strap of my messenger bag a little higher on my shoulder and stood in front of the door, eyes drooping tiredly and not making any movement to take my seat.
"I seriously think you need to consider how punctual you are being to class and sto-" His meaningless words faded into the background a little as I scanned the class and noticed Mercedes giving me an equally tired and bored expression with a lazy smile. Both of us had been up skyping for half of the night, mostly discussing glee club, then boyfriends(my one does this really cool thing where he doesn't exist) and various other gossip and drama that was circulating the school, many of it was most likely rumours but what the heck. I was disturbed from my thoughts as the door behind me swung open and a complete stranger walked in. The boy seemed to have interrupted Mr. Shepherd's ranting momentarily too, before he started banging on again.

"Oh and here we have another late student- I have wasted at least 10 minutes of the lesson trying to sort-"

I turned my attention to the boy behind me as my teacher's words drifted out again. I'd never seen him before around school, was he a new guy? I glanced at Mercedes, amidst many other awestruck girls, her eyebrows were raised similar to mine, just by seeing her face I knew that we shared the same thought immediately; He's fucking gorgeous.

This guy was oozing sex appeal. He had tight fitting purple skinny jeans, a ripped low hanging t-shirt underneath a worn out black leather jacket with various smudges and rips, sleeves rolled up. His tan olive skin was apparent on his forearms which were decorated on his left arm with about 20 different drawstring bracelets, bands and beads, some looking like they were about to fall off from their thin worn strings. He clutched a William McKinley high planner book and some sort of notepad loosely in his left hand despite the empty looking backpack with loose straps that hung by his ass. My eyes trailed slowly up his slightly revealed chest, bits of his glorious skin peeking through from the rips in his shirt. His sharply defined jaw line was taught, his face smooth-skinned, perfect features with stunning deep hazel/brown eyes; some of his dishevelled curls of thick dark black hair had fallen slightly onto his face, though his hair was short, it was sort of un-organised, but it looked super hot nonetheless. His expression looked similar to the one I was wearing before as he yawned, simply ignoring Mr. Shepherd, and tossing a slip of paper on his desk and looking around the class for empty seats.

After examining the paper, sir glanced up at the mystery new guy, narrowing his eyes slightly, and gesturing for me to sit down. I dragged myself over to the singular table in front of Mercedes' and slumped myself down in it, pulling my bag strap over my head and placing it next to my feet on the floor.

Right then, Mr. Anderson, you can sit in front of Mr. Hummel. Let's keep all of the lazy late students all together, ey?" The teacher said in a sarcastic tone and gestured to the empty seat in front of me. I slouched in my chair a little as 'Mr. Anderson' dragged himself to the empty chair in front of me, not making eye contact with anyone as he fell down into his seat, shrugging his worn backpack off his shoulder and placing his books on the table, glancing around to the girls that were still staring at him with huge grins on their faces. I half expected him to smile or laugh back, but he slouched into his chair even further and didn't make eye contact with any of them. As the lesson droned on, I felt a note being slipped into my jacket pocket from behind, I turned to see Mercedes mouthing 'read it!'

Damn that boy is fiiiiine! Who the hell is he?! X --M

I snorted to myself and some of the girls that were ogling the new guy turned to glare at me for interrupting their dreamy staring session. I dug into my bag for a pen and scribbled out a response.

Don't have a clue, but I agree with you! Mr. Old fat boring ranting shepherd referred to him as 'Mr. Anderson' ... sounds hot X --K

I folded the paper and pushed it back in my pocket for her to take.

That boy got style, although he could do with a cleaning up, his clothes are a little ripped x –M

I believe that is the fashion for punk rockers or whatever he is, he still looks hot, no matter how un-tidy x –K

True that, white boy. Hey what dya say, he on my team or yours? X –M

Hmm...Probably yours, but considering how tight those jeans are...I'm having second thoughts! X –K

The bell (finally) rang and the class pulled ourselves to our feet, a group of girls that had been staring out the flawless new guy were giggling to each other, Mercedes overheard them talking about approaching him and asking for his number. We rolled our eyes to each other as we exited the classroom, followed shortly by the new guy who looked a little desperate to get away from the girls who were walking up to him.

We stood as normal at my locker, chatting about little things before we headed off to lunch, I pulled out my history book from the previous class and placed it into my locker, swapping it with my math book that I had next period. We were halfway through our conversation when I noticed the new guy approaching a locker that was 4 down from me. He yawned as I watched him click the dial once, wiggle it about and bang against the lock in a sequence before it sprung open and he swapped the notebook I saw him carrying earlier with a smaller black one, dog-eared and worn out.

All of a sudden giggles were heard, and we knew immediately who it was. Sara Devoille half marched up to the gorgeous guy a few lockers down from us, her little possy of giggling girlfriends following quickly behind her, also laughing and whispering to each other.
"Excuse me?"
The boy looked startled, almost as if he didn't expect anyone to be talking to him, he turned at almost lightening speed and was instantly confused when he was met with an annoying cheerleader.
"Um...Hi?" ohmyfuckinggod. All the girls listening, including Mercedes and me obviously all shared the same thought. His voice was like sex. Mercedes' hand gripped on my upper arm to stop me from sliding down the locker and melting into a puddle just from hearing his fucking sexy voice, did this guy just ooze perfection, or what?

"What's your name?"

"Uh-"

"I'm Sara" she stuck her clammy hand out to shake it with his, before even letting him introduce himself, she grabbed his hand and shook it for him whilst his bewildered expression remained on his face. "It seems like you're in a lot of my classes, you were in my government class earlier on, maybe we should exchange numbers so we can discuss and help each other with homework some time?" She pulled out a strip of paper with her phone number on scribbled in her messy writing, she shoved it into his palm without him behind able to say a word and twirled on the spot, her girls doing the same, and prancing off down the corridor as she called back over her shoulder "Call me!"

I half expected him to pull out his phone and tap in her number, but instead he let the paper float to the ground and turned back to his locker with his eyebrows furrowed, mumbling something bemusedly to himself, it sounded something like "what the hell just happened"

Mercedes picked up on what he had said just as much as I had, and being the friendly good natured girl she was, she spoke up to him.

"Don't worry about Sara, she's kinda like that with everyone"
he turned towards us, the puzzled expression on his face seemed to be solved as he looked between us quizzically, he smiled a little at Mercedes, and then settled his eyes on me. Our eyes burnt into each other's unexpectedly, and a small devilish smile made its way onto his face before he looked back to his locker.

Mercedes gave me a 'wtf' look but before I could answer I felt my shoulder blade come into contact with the sharp edge of my locker and felt my body slam backwards, sliding down the locker a little, I turned my head in time to see Karofsky glaring at me before he turned the corner. The familiar chill ran through my body and the next thing I felt was Mercedes helping me to my feet, brushing down my jacket and asking if I was okay. I just nodded distantly, before I realised that the new guy was also facing me, he turned a little to watch Karofsky talking to some other jock by the water fountain, then turned back to me, pure rage in his eyes and hands curled in to fists by his sides. He half slammed his locker before shrugging his bag back on to his shoulder and heading for Karofsky.

I stuck my neck out to watch him walk away, as did Mercedes, I saw him approaching Karofsky who was hovering on the corner, talking to Azimo. I watched in slight shock as this kid shoved his shoulder confidently into Karofsky, grinning cockily when Karofsky turned to face him in disbelief.

"What the hell do you think you're doing! Watch it punk!" the jock growled at the guy, who obviously wasn't bothered by Karofsky, he smiled a sarcastic innocent little smile and held both hands up above his head a little, still grasping the small black notebook in his left hand.
"Woah sorry dude," he cocked his head to the side a little before making speech marks with his fingers. "I slipped" he grunted in an icy tone. He looked back to me slightly, smiling in my direction before walking away. Everyone who had witnessed it was in shock as they watched him stroll confidently away down the hall, crossing paths with sue who nodded to him slightly, as he nodded back. Friends with sue? When the hell did that happen? Meanwhile Karofsky stood in awe, not able to move, Azimo snapped him out of it and dragged him towards the canteen to get lunch.

"Wow" Mercedes' voice snapped me out of my disbelieving daydream. "Did you see that?"
I gulped and nodded, not trusting my voice.
"He totally looked back at you! And did you see how angry he looked when Karofsky shoved you?"
I nodded again and shook my head a little, trying to clear the thoughts from my mind.

"No one has ever done anything like that for me before" I said in a quiet voice.

....

As the rest of my day continued, I couldn't keep my mind off the mysterious dark haired boy that had shoved Karofsky earlier. Why the hell would he put himself in danger like that? Karofsky is a big guy, this kid is pretty small, although he looks skinny, I was sure I saw strong shoulders and a toned stomach peeking through those rips in his shirt...and the way his arms looked so tight in the black leather...the way his curls fell sexily on to his face in a careless manner and...and-

"Kurt Hummel!"
I was interrupted by Miss Gardener, apparently she had been asking me what the square root of 264 was for the past few minutes whilst I had been daydreaming. I heard Noah snickering to himself and I nudged him hard in the side and he soon shut up. I soon became aware of the growing problem in my pants as I thought a little longer about Blaine and his ripped shirts..luckily there was only fifteen minutes until the end of lesson...

the bell had just rang signalling the end of the day, and as I approached my locker as usual, this time the new guy was there before me, at his locker. He was leaning against the lockers casually, one foot behind him on the bottom locker and his other out in front of him on the floor, huge purple skull candy headphones rested over his ears, music was leaking out of them, I heard heavy guitar solos and sloppy half screaming and decided I was right about this kid's punk rock style when I first laid eyes on him.

I opened my locker and desperately tried to keep my eyes off the stunning guy who was almost a metre away from me, despite my struggles I couldn't help but glance out of the corner of my eye, only to see his eyes boring into me. he slid his headphones off his head and left them hanging around his neck, mouth open as if to say something-instead, he pushed away from the locker and pulled one of the sides of the headphones back over his right ear, placing his thumb underneath the strap of his backpack, looking down and smiling slightly to himself, before walking away down the hall.

What the hell?!
This boy is seriously confusing, I mean what the fuck? He goes to say things then walks off, I feel like I'm being set on fire every time I so much as make eye contact with him, he smiles at me with a weird devilish look in his eye, he shoved Karofsky then grinned at me. he's hot, he's hot, he's hot, he's hot, he's hot-did I mention he's hot?

UGH. I don't even know his name yet! All I know is his surname is Anderson.. so what do I call him? Anderson boy? I don't think so...

I couldn't stop my mind from wandering to Anderson boy(yet again) as I sat in my navigator, snapping out of my hazy daydream just in time, I began to drive and hoped that I wouldn't get too distracted by thinking of Anderson's revealed chest and arms...

my final thought as I pulled out of the parking lot was something along the lines of;

This guy is gonna be the death of me.