Hey guys! So this is something that i have had bouncing around in my head for a while now, and figured out how to put it in to words. So enjoy! Tw: there will be smut, and there will be some mentions of self harm and suicide later in the story. Also, this is a human/high school au so yea. Btw I don't have anything to do with Steven universe. I just like writing story's about it :3

(Garnet's pov)

I walked in to my last class of the day, speech and debate. I hate this class, mostly due to the fact that it causes me to have to talk to people, and that is something that I really do not like to do. Luckily for me the teacher was sick that day, and we had a substitute teacher who spent half of the class to do roll call because she thought that one of the other girls, and myself, were using fake names and when we both kept refusing to admit that we were using a fake name she sent us to the office. I was cool with this because I knew that I was not going to get in trouble, but the other girl looked terrified. We sat outside the principal's office on a bench that was attached to the wall, and was painted green and blue, which are the school colours of this school. While we were waiting I looked at the girl next to me. Unlike myself, this girl was very pale, and small. But like myself she was quite tall, not as tall as me, but tall. She also had shoulder length orange hair, and was wearing a pale blue tank top with a white button up shirt with none of the buttons done up over it and a pair of denim shorts. I had assumed that she had put a lot more thought in to her outfit then I had my own, which was just a simple pair of sweatpants and a really big hoodie that had the school's logo on it. I also happened to notes that the other girl was so thin that she looked like she had never ate before, But I just figured that she

The principal opened the door and asked us to come in to her office. She told us to sit down, and she laughed "so the teacher did not believe your names huh? Don't worry, you're not in trouble. Class should be over now , so why don't you two go home. Oh and garnet, no sunglasses in the school."

I sighed and took my glasses off, and looked down so that no one could see my eyes "Wow, I have never been sent to the office before, that really was scary." I looked at the person that said that and smiled. But before I could notice my mistake she spoke."Oh wow, your eyes are different colours!" I was expecting something rude from the petite girl who was in the office with me but was quite surprised when I had heard what she had said next. "They look cute!" she said as she smiled at me for a second then ran away from me, with a scared look on her face.

Once I was out of sight of the office, I put my sunglasses back on and headed to my locker. But on my way there the school bully, jasper, shoved me in to one of the open lockers that no one used I hit my head on the top of it because I am too tall and wide to fit in it but this didn't concern her, so she slammed the door anyway, which hit me in the head, and messed up my all ready messy hair up even more. I heard her and the rest of the school basket ball team laughing as they walked away. I quietly got out of the locker that i was half way in and walked to my own so I could grab my backpack and leave.

(Pearl's pov)

What was I thinking when I flirted with the tall dark-skinned goddess known as garnet? There is no way in hell that she would like a girl like me! Hell, I don't think she even likes girls in a romantic way!

As soon as I couldn't see her I walked to my locker, grabbed my things and bolted out the door and started running home. I lived very close to the school, one block away to be specific, in a very large home that has what once was a flower garden, but got turned in to a vegetable garden when my mom married my dad. It was just me and my mom that lived here now, my dad, and my older sister, rose, live in a city that is about an hours drive away from here. Not that I mind, my dad is a jerk and never visits, and my sister visits every weekend.

I walked in to the house and not to my surprise my mom was in the kitchen washing some tomatoes that she had picked from her garden. I hanged my book bag up on its designated spot on the wall and went right in to the kitchen to help my mom. But before I could grab one of the tomatoes from the basket so I could wash it my mom had asked the question that she asks every day when I get home from school."so... Did you see any cute boys? Did any boys ask you out?" I cringed every time that she said the word "boys". You see, my parents really want me to get a husband and have children as soon as possible, because once my sister had found out that she could not have children, they expected me to, not because they wanted to have grandchildren, but because they wanted someone to take over the family business. I really wish that I could just tell them that I have no interest at all in boys, and that while do want to have children some day, want to adopt.

"No mother, I did not see any cute boys, and no one asked me out on a date." I rolled my eyes started to wash the tomato that i had grabbed as my mom was talking to me and started to wash it. I helped her wash the rest of the vegetables that needed to be washed and then I grabbed my homework from my backpack and ran upstairs to my bed room. In stead of doing my homework, however, I laid down on my bed face first and started to cry, and cry, and cry,and cry, until my mom had walked up the stairs and knocked on my door. "mom! What did I say about coming up here! You could get hurt if you fell down the stairs!" thanks to a drunk driver, my mother is blind, and has only one leg.

"Oh well, I just came up here to tell you that supper is ready." Great just what I needed, food. Not. I helped my mother get down stairs, and I sat down at the table. My mom is a really good cook, I really don't know how she can cook while being blind, but she is really good at it. However, that did not change the fact that I hate food with a passion. Ever since the first grade, I got teased about my weight and I did whatever I could to lose the weight, but no matter what I just could not lose the weight. Right after supper I ran up stairs, in to the bathroom, and stepped on to the scale. 94 pounds. I hit myself in the arm just hard enough for a light-colored bruise to show up. Ugh stupid! I should have weighed myself before I ate! At this rate I'm not going to get below 90 pounds before the end of the week! I got down in front of the toilet, and stuck my hand down my throat causing myself to throw up all of what I had eaten. After flushing the toilet I quickly left the bathroom to grab a pair of pajamas, and returned to the bathroom to take a shower. After taking a shower and putting my pajamas on I left the bathroom and went in to my bedroom. I looked at what time it was. Seeing as it was almost midnight, I crawled in to bed and tried to get some sleep. But I just couldn't help but think about the girl that I had tried to flirt with... I wonder what she was doing right now...

End of chapter 1

Okay so that is the first chapter of my little story. I hope that you like it! It's really late right now so I may have missed a few spelling mistakes. Well i better get going because I still need to start the next chapter before I go to bed :p