You Really Suck

An Ib Fanfiction

A/N: Man, I have waaaay too much free time on my hands. Oh well XD

Here's another Ib Fanfiction, and I won't make Ib mushy gushy. So don't even think that for a second. This one's gonna have more depth outside the Fabricated World than A Black Market. Also, I wanted Ib to be less crazy killer. Still a crazy killer, but less than before. Garry is still gonna be icky, and Mary…well…she'll be Mary. No need for further explanation there. Oh well. This will start out as more of a Romantic story, but then lunge into horror. I hope you enjoy!

-Minor OCs, just because the Ib cast is so small-

Chapter 1- I know I'll hate you most

So what?

What am I to you anyway?

Nothing?

Well, I figured as much…

J-just shut up…okay?

No! Don't say that!

I care, I really do!

It's just…

Ah, never mind…

If you need help, I'll come running. Okay?

I opened my eyes to my alarm clock. This…was the first day of school. Frig. My stomach did a flip as I thought about it. This was not good. Unlike my friends, I'm not going to just high school. I'm spending half my day at normal classes for my four main classes (Science, Social Studies, Math, and English) and then I would go to my new school. I'm starting as a junior, so everyone's gonna know each other, and I'll know no one.

Yippee.

It's a performing arts high school. I've always been a pretty good singer, so I decided to go to high school for it. But now I know it's gonna be awkward. Too late, I guess. After I took a shower, I straightened my hair so it looked perfect, when in reality it was a wavy choppy mess. Most people say my hair is wonderful, but I don't need people seeing it. I then got dressed in the uniform, a white shirt with short sleeves, a red skirt, a red bow, black knee socks and red slip on shoes. Then I put in my contacts, and my eyes became a bright violet. My red eyes are weird, so I normally avoid showing them in public.

After going to normal school for four periods and greeting my friends, I was off. Thankfully, my stop was the first, and no one was on the bus. I showed the bus driver my pass, and he smiled.

"So you're the new girl, eh?"

"Yup."

"Ever since people heard you were coming, you've been the talk of the bus!"

I blushed. I didn't realize I was that big of a deal.

"So what's your talent?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you at the school?"

"Oh. I'm here for singing, songwriting, art, and piano.

"Wow. That's a lot. It's nice to meet you, I'm Phil. I'm the bus driver for the school."

"Nice to meet you Phil! I'm Isabella."

Phil smiled and I walked to my seat. I chose the very back, so no one would see me. The next stops had one or two people each, until we reached a very specific one. This one had about three girls and about three guys. They all seemed to be talking about me, so I slunked in my seat, just in case. Phil stayed quiet as well.

"What do you think she's like?" said one girl.

"I dunno. I hope she's nice," another said.

"And cute~" A boy added on.

"I heard her name's Bella!" said an annoyingly perky girl.

I face palmed at that one.

"Well I heard she's here for singing, like Garry," one boy said.

The Garry kid scoffed. "Not that she could ever be as good as me."

"Yup, I mean, you're the best!" The annoyingly perky girl said. I swear I heard Garry groan a little, as if it was way to repetitive for him. "Sure, sure Mary," he mumbled.

And I knew from that moment I was going to hate them all.

Especially Garry.

When we got to school, I made sure I got off last. I said a quiet goodbye to Phil, and he wished me luck for my first day. Lunch was the first period, but I had to go to the office to get my schedule and such. I got an apple there, and I headed to class. Everyone in the class knew I was coming from the teacher, and they were all whispering their suspense. And when I walked in, most of the whispers stopped. "Class, this is the new student Isabella. Please be sure to help her when she needs."

"Hi everyone! It's nice to meet you!" I tried to sound happy, but the thought of repeating this icky sequence all day got to me. "She's in our grade? She's tiny and flat as a brick!" I heard a kid say in the back. It was a boy, he was crazy tall, and had lavender hair with black-violet hair on the top. His eyes were a blue-grey colour. He wore a typical boy's uniform. A girl next to him giggled. She was a blonde with bright blue eyes, and she wore a girl's uniform. Her hair was medium length. I was about to question what he said, until I saw the girl. Lady's man I thought quietly. I made sure he saw me roll my eyes at him. He glared and gave me the What? It's true look. The teacher showed me my seat, next to a boy. Then the teacher started the lesson. I was half paying attention until he gave me a note. It said:

Hey there, Bell. Nice to meet you! Name's Kourin!

I smiled and passed a note back. Kourin was an average height, and wore a typical boy's uniform, except very loosely. His hair was a bright orange and wrapped in a rather long braid on his back. His eyes were a hot pink and made me feel a little better about my red ones. We passed notes the rest of the period, and he got my mind off the rude boy. In the next period, I noticed the rude boy, the perky girl, and Kourin were all there. Except this time I was told to sit with the girl. "Well hi there, Izzy! I'm Mary! I hope we can be bestest friends!" and with that she shook my hand. She kinda creeped me out. The rest of my periods had at least one of them, if not all of them. My last three periods, Advanced Art, Advanced Piano, and Advanced Singing had Mary, then Kourin, and that boy in that order. I sat next to that boy in Advanced Singing. I was extremely uncomfortable. Even more so when he asked me a question. "So how old are you anyway? 13?" I glared a bit. "Almost 18, to be exact." He laughed a little louder than he should've, for the entire class and the teacher were staring. "Garry, please don't disrupt the class," the teacher spat out. "Sorry, sorry!" Garry said, still laughing. Then I realized, he and Mary were on the bus this morning. I face palmed, and then continued with my notes. Garry was giggling at me the rest of the period. I was right. I hate him.

After class, I went to my locker, which happened to be right next to Mary's. The two of us talked while we were getting our stuff, and I realized she wasn't so bad. "Did you know this place has a GIAGANTIC library and an art gallery?" I was shocked. "No, I didn't. That's really cool!"

"Are you gonna join any clubs? They're after school, every day!"

"Sorry, can't. I have a job. But maybe over the weekend we can hang out!"

Mary huffed. "Alriiiiight…"

I packed my things and headed out. "Make sure to have lunch with me tomorrow, okay?" Mary called. I nodded, and ran to the bus. Luckily I was on before anyone else. I said hi to Phil, and hid in the back seat. There were less people on, due to clubs. But I heard Garry walk in, talking to his friends about me. "That new kid is so stupid. 17 my ass!" And the rest of the time, they made comments on my height, chest, and hair. It was like they were girls. By the time Phil reached my stop, it was pouring rain. "Sorry about them…" Phil apologized. "Ah, it's okay, no worries!" And with that I smiled and exited. The one good thing about all of this is I got to go to my job now, the best stress reliever ever.

I smiled and zipped up my hood.

"Get ready for the party, Ib."

A/N: Chapter 1, done! Don't worry, Garry's not that bad, to Ib at least. Not to Isabella.

It will make sense eventually.

Anyway, I can't say Phil and Kourin are OCs.

Ib was made by Kourin, so yeah.

Phil is the name of my bus driver *poker face*

In the next chapter, we find out Ib's exciting job.

And Garry's less of a jerk kinda.

Anyway, Ib doesn't belong to me, etc etc.

Hope you enjoyed, leave a review if you did!