A/N: Hi again! Romance! Wee-ness. Ok. I am mostly A Link/Zelda fan. DO NOT flame me because i picture zelda as a goth/punk, and DONT FLAME me because i see link as a goth antisocial. Because I have good reasons. A person like Zelda, who dressed like shiek, had done fighting and seen death. So she would ot be some stupid loser. And Link does NOT talk alot, and i never EVER saw him smile. not even once. so poop-on-you.
Disclaimer: once again, if i owned zelda, i wouldnt be writing this fic!
"Hyrule High....how I loathe you" Link said quietly, entering the highschool without enthusiasm. "Only one more year, and I will never have to deal with you again."
Link, sure he was popular, but he couldn't give a damn about what anyone thought of him. He was well known throughout the whole school, but not for being the captain of the football team, more for being the tall dark and mysterious type, as well as a handsome Hyrulian. He despised all that were known as jocks. He often avoided the popular crowd. Actually, Link avoided most people, and was not one to talk much or smile often.
Link wore a plain black t-shirt, black baggy jeans, complete with spiked belt and a long silver chain hanging from it. Around his neck was a black spiked dog collar, and red spiked wristbands around his two wrists. His eyes a deep icey blue, and his hair slightly long and naturally pale blonde. His skin fair, of much contrast to his outfit.
Link walked down the long hall, staring at the ground trying to avoid any conversation or conflict he may come across. He stopped at his locker, putting in some books and taken out others. He sighed as he looked at the stickers in his locker. "Another Day Another Death" one read, and he smirked before slamming it shut.
He walked along, pretending to be absorbed in a novel he carried, when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, a bit surprised anyone would talk to him. To his dismay, it was yet another 'popular' cheerleader, and much to his hate, it was Malon.
"What do you want" he stated more than asked. She giggled at his harsh tone of voice.
"Oh silly" she said, "I just wanted to give you this." Malon handed him an invitation to an open-house party starting on friday. He took one look at the flyer, crumbled it up, and tossed it into the nearest garbage can, heading on his way.
Everyone had to go to homeroom at the beginning of the first day of school, to receive their program schedules and be ready for the rest of this term. Link, as usual, sat in the back as the teacher called out the attendance. He looked around with distaste, once again, for the room was filled with preppy chicks giving him side glances, and a few jocks obviously enjoying their little pointless conversations with these stupid air headed idiots.
"Link?" the teacher called out.
"Here" Link spoke. The teacher checked off his name from the list and went back to checking the attendance.
"Yo, Link, word" said Mido, who suddenly walked up to him trying to be a white gangster. Link rolled his eyes, having to deal with this for, what seemed to be like, his whole life. Link used to live in a peaceful neighborhood, and Mido actually used to be a good guy, until he discovered rap music.
"Please Mido...go away" Link said quietly, rubbing his temples attempting to massage away the upcoming headache. Mido did a peace sign and walked away, pulling up his extremely ridiculous looking gangster jeans.
'How can people actually wear that' Link thought to himself, but only shrugged.
"Excuse me class, I would like your attention!" the teacher yelled above the noise. Link looked up, expecting to hear another stupid announcement made by the administrator of this stupid school, but to his surprise, he saw a new student standing by the desk.
"This is Zelda, she's a new student to this school. You will be kind to her, and help her if she gets lost" the teacher said.
Link examined this girl, but what surprised him was the fact that she was beautiful, and yet mysterious, as well as Hyrulian. Her hair was tied in a bun, a silver wire-frame spiked choker around her neck, black nails, deep red shirt and dark blue jeans. She wore a black belt full of holes, and a chain hung from it. She wore dirty used army boots, similar to his own, and around her wrists were tons of black rubber bracelets. She looked around the classroom with as much enthusiasm as rock, but her eyebrows shot up with surprise when her eyes locked with his.
Zelda's eyes were a deep blue, her skin extremely fair. She smirked and he looked away.
"Zelda..." the teacher asked for the third time, and she snapped her head to attention.
"Yes m'am" Zelda asked.
"Please...sit down" the teacher spoke with a slightly annoyed voice.
Zelda rolled her eyes, and attempted to work her way through the crowd. 'Oh no' Link thought as he watched her. 'Could she headed here?' He thought. Link knew he wasn't much of a people person, and he just skimmed through his physics book again, watching Zelda through the corner of his eyes.
She attempted to make her way through the crowd, but a goron/jock stepped infront of her.
"Hello babe..." he said, looking at her from head to toe, stopping for a second at her chest, then back to her face. "I see you're new here. You know... you and I, we could be friends. Close friends..." Before he could finish, Zelda grabbed him by the collar and yanked his face closer to his so that they could look eye to eye.
"I'm gonna repeat this once" Zelda said. "I... have.... no... need... to... be... friends... with... the... likes... of... you" She then shoved him aside, heading back to her original destination. She was stopped in her tracks as the jock grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, forcing her to face him. "You obviously don't know who you are talkin to babe. I'm the captain of the football team, be my chick and you's could be popular bitch" he said through clenched teeth. "Let go of my shoulder jackass," Zelda said angrily. Her hand clenched into a fist, but before she could react, someon tapped the jock on the shoulder.
"Hello Johnny," the voice said, before anyone could react, Johnny was picked up off the ground and thrown into a chair as though he were being interrogated.
"What were you doing Johnny? I thought you were supposed to be a role model for the freshmen..." the voice chuckled to itself and poked Johnny with the butt of his pencil.
"Ah yes, you are an idiot."
"I ain't no idiot" Johnny said. "Link, like, we thought we, like, told you not to come, like, near us ever again. Like, get your scary ass, like, away from us!" two preppy cheerleaders jumped onto Johnny's lap and shooed Link away.
Link rolled his eyes, obviously laughing inwardly at the scared look that appeared in Johnny's eyes before the two other preps came to save him. Link walked away, brushing past Zelda, and back to his seat in the back. Zelda glanced back at Link, then looked at the wannabe-gangster infront of her. 'What is he saying?' zelda thought to herself.
"Yo, like, word up chick?! Wassup?! Yo, do yo wanna get yo pretty ass tehgether wif meh and go teh deh partay dat Malon is havin dis weekend? It be off the heazy-yo!" Mido said smoothly. Too bad Zelda had no clue about what he was saying.
"Um....24?" Zelda answered sarcastically, and headed toward the back of the room. She sat down beside Link, watching him seem so interested in his novel all of a sudden.
"What do you want?" Link asked coldly, but Zelda was use to this tone of voice.
"I wanted to thankyou for saving m--" Zelda was interrupted when Link held up his hand as a sign for her to stop talking.
"The only thing I saved you from was being expelled," he said, obviously being the only one to see her fists clenched and shaking angrily.
"Oh...You're not like other people." Zelda thought outloud after looking at him for awhile.
Link looked at her angrily. "Oh, what, am I supposed to be like other people? Am i supposed to be as stupid as the rest of them?!" He motioned toward the group of preps and jocks in the front. Zelda looked at him slightly shocked.
"I didn't mean to offend you." Zelda said slightly angrily, and stood up, walking away to sit in a corner somewhere.
Link inwardly slapped his forehead. 'Thats why you're alone...because whoever tries to be nice to you, you chase away...' Link sighed. This was going to be a long year.
A/N: Like it? Review! Flamers will be imploded in my portable microwave oven.
Disclaimer: once again, if i owned zelda, i wouldnt be writing this fic!
"Hyrule High....how I loathe you" Link said quietly, entering the highschool without enthusiasm. "Only one more year, and I will never have to deal with you again."
Link, sure he was popular, but he couldn't give a damn about what anyone thought of him. He was well known throughout the whole school, but not for being the captain of the football team, more for being the tall dark and mysterious type, as well as a handsome Hyrulian. He despised all that were known as jocks. He often avoided the popular crowd. Actually, Link avoided most people, and was not one to talk much or smile often.
Link wore a plain black t-shirt, black baggy jeans, complete with spiked belt and a long silver chain hanging from it. Around his neck was a black spiked dog collar, and red spiked wristbands around his two wrists. His eyes a deep icey blue, and his hair slightly long and naturally pale blonde. His skin fair, of much contrast to his outfit.
Link walked down the long hall, staring at the ground trying to avoid any conversation or conflict he may come across. He stopped at his locker, putting in some books and taken out others. He sighed as he looked at the stickers in his locker. "Another Day Another Death" one read, and he smirked before slamming it shut.
He walked along, pretending to be absorbed in a novel he carried, when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, a bit surprised anyone would talk to him. To his dismay, it was yet another 'popular' cheerleader, and much to his hate, it was Malon.
"What do you want" he stated more than asked. She giggled at his harsh tone of voice.
"Oh silly" she said, "I just wanted to give you this." Malon handed him an invitation to an open-house party starting on friday. He took one look at the flyer, crumbled it up, and tossed it into the nearest garbage can, heading on his way.
Everyone had to go to homeroom at the beginning of the first day of school, to receive their program schedules and be ready for the rest of this term. Link, as usual, sat in the back as the teacher called out the attendance. He looked around with distaste, once again, for the room was filled with preppy chicks giving him side glances, and a few jocks obviously enjoying their little pointless conversations with these stupid air headed idiots.
"Link?" the teacher called out.
"Here" Link spoke. The teacher checked off his name from the list and went back to checking the attendance.
"Yo, Link, word" said Mido, who suddenly walked up to him trying to be a white gangster. Link rolled his eyes, having to deal with this for, what seemed to be like, his whole life. Link used to live in a peaceful neighborhood, and Mido actually used to be a good guy, until he discovered rap music.
"Please Mido...go away" Link said quietly, rubbing his temples attempting to massage away the upcoming headache. Mido did a peace sign and walked away, pulling up his extremely ridiculous looking gangster jeans.
'How can people actually wear that' Link thought to himself, but only shrugged.
"Excuse me class, I would like your attention!" the teacher yelled above the noise. Link looked up, expecting to hear another stupid announcement made by the administrator of this stupid school, but to his surprise, he saw a new student standing by the desk.
"This is Zelda, she's a new student to this school. You will be kind to her, and help her if she gets lost" the teacher said.
Link examined this girl, but what surprised him was the fact that she was beautiful, and yet mysterious, as well as Hyrulian. Her hair was tied in a bun, a silver wire-frame spiked choker around her neck, black nails, deep red shirt and dark blue jeans. She wore a black belt full of holes, and a chain hung from it. She wore dirty used army boots, similar to his own, and around her wrists were tons of black rubber bracelets. She looked around the classroom with as much enthusiasm as rock, but her eyebrows shot up with surprise when her eyes locked with his.
Zelda's eyes were a deep blue, her skin extremely fair. She smirked and he looked away.
"Zelda..." the teacher asked for the third time, and she snapped her head to attention.
"Yes m'am" Zelda asked.
"Please...sit down" the teacher spoke with a slightly annoyed voice.
Zelda rolled her eyes, and attempted to work her way through the crowd. 'Oh no' Link thought as he watched her. 'Could she headed here?' He thought. Link knew he wasn't much of a people person, and he just skimmed through his physics book again, watching Zelda through the corner of his eyes.
She attempted to make her way through the crowd, but a goron/jock stepped infront of her.
"Hello babe..." he said, looking at her from head to toe, stopping for a second at her chest, then back to her face. "I see you're new here. You know... you and I, we could be friends. Close friends..." Before he could finish, Zelda grabbed him by the collar and yanked his face closer to his so that they could look eye to eye.
"I'm gonna repeat this once" Zelda said. "I... have.... no... need... to... be... friends... with... the... likes... of... you" She then shoved him aside, heading back to her original destination. She was stopped in her tracks as the jock grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, forcing her to face him. "You obviously don't know who you are talkin to babe. I'm the captain of the football team, be my chick and you's could be popular bitch" he said through clenched teeth. "Let go of my shoulder jackass," Zelda said angrily. Her hand clenched into a fist, but before she could react, someon tapped the jock on the shoulder.
"Hello Johnny," the voice said, before anyone could react, Johnny was picked up off the ground and thrown into a chair as though he were being interrogated.
"What were you doing Johnny? I thought you were supposed to be a role model for the freshmen..." the voice chuckled to itself and poked Johnny with the butt of his pencil.
"Ah yes, you are an idiot."
"I ain't no idiot" Johnny said. "Link, like, we thought we, like, told you not to come, like, near us ever again. Like, get your scary ass, like, away from us!" two preppy cheerleaders jumped onto Johnny's lap and shooed Link away.
Link rolled his eyes, obviously laughing inwardly at the scared look that appeared in Johnny's eyes before the two other preps came to save him. Link walked away, brushing past Zelda, and back to his seat in the back. Zelda glanced back at Link, then looked at the wannabe-gangster infront of her. 'What is he saying?' zelda thought to herself.
"Yo, like, word up chick?! Wassup?! Yo, do yo wanna get yo pretty ass tehgether wif meh and go teh deh partay dat Malon is havin dis weekend? It be off the heazy-yo!" Mido said smoothly. Too bad Zelda had no clue about what he was saying.
"Um....24?" Zelda answered sarcastically, and headed toward the back of the room. She sat down beside Link, watching him seem so interested in his novel all of a sudden.
"What do you want?" Link asked coldly, but Zelda was use to this tone of voice.
"I wanted to thankyou for saving m--" Zelda was interrupted when Link held up his hand as a sign for her to stop talking.
"The only thing I saved you from was being expelled," he said, obviously being the only one to see her fists clenched and shaking angrily.
"Oh...You're not like other people." Zelda thought outloud after looking at him for awhile.
Link looked at her angrily. "Oh, what, am I supposed to be like other people? Am i supposed to be as stupid as the rest of them?!" He motioned toward the group of preps and jocks in the front. Zelda looked at him slightly shocked.
"I didn't mean to offend you." Zelda said slightly angrily, and stood up, walking away to sit in a corner somewhere.
Link inwardly slapped his forehead. 'Thats why you're alone...because whoever tries to be nice to you, you chase away...' Link sighed. This was going to be a long year.
A/N: Like it? Review! Flamers will be imploded in my portable microwave oven.