*Michael*
"Hi, I'm Luke." A blonde boy, Luke as I now know, sat down by me. He offered me his hand, and I stared at it a minute before taking it whilst looking into his eyes. They were a nice shade of blue. I could feel my hair changing multiple colors just looking at him. They changed rapidly, and all at once, no one could have recognized it but myself.

He's cute, I thought. Sigh, no, Calum is cute. He smiled at me, oh, well, fuck, it's a adorable, before glancing at my hair. Cuteness shall go away in 3... 2... 1...

"What the fuck? Did your hair just change from yellow to pink??" Luke asked me pointing at my hair. "Obviously, idiot. You just saw so, didn't you?" I replied to the boy, immediately sassing him. "Yeah, but..." Luke shook his head in awe, every few seconds looking back up at my hair, completely ignoring the 'idiot' part. Didn't the boy know my hair changes color? I rolled my eyes at such a thought, of course he would, but...

Apparently not. Everyone else did though. "It changes color with my mood." I deadpanned, pulling out my notebook and opening it up to a blank page. Luke nodded, "What do we need for this class?" He had dropped the subject. For now, at least. "Hmm.. A notebook," I tapped my own, "a pencil," pointed to my own, "And that's basically it. Oh, and a calculator! Mr. B usually supplies anything else we need." Luke hummed in response, getting out his things.

"Your hair changed again." He mumbled not looking at me. I looked down. "Ugh, I know." "You can tell when your hair changes color?" He asked, muttering ass after, looking at me again. "Well, yeah. It's kind of difficult not to notice, don't you think? Or are you blind?" I rolled my eyes and turned away from the beautiful blue-eyed boy. I opened up my notebook and started pretending to write something down. "Well, yeah, sorry, don't have to be a dick," he mumbled. I shot a glare his way and flipped him off, turning back to my notebook.

Out of my peripheral vision I saw Luke. He wasn't my type to be honest (Bitch), but he was easy on the eyes. He had great blonde hair that was styled into a quiff (THE QUIFF LIVES ON). I wish my hair looked nice like that. I wish I could see his eyes again... Memorize their colors...

I kept daydreaming of Luke, almost not noticing how my hair kept getting pinker and pinker. Almost. I mean, it's quite difficult not to notice the warm feeling that starts from my neck and escalates to and all over my scalp whilst sending shivers down my spine at the same time. It's been happening for as long as I can remember, but I still don't get used to it. It left tingles all over.

They change, so rapidly I can't keep up. What was I feeling? I only just met him, this is strange. What has this boy done to me?

I closed my eyes and breathed in. He's a pretty face that's all. On the inside, I'm sure he's ugly, after all he's an annoying piece of shit.

Right?