Chapter 1
Nepeta felt inclined to do it. Yes, it had been her choice but after the divorce of her parents, it had seemed only logical to get up and do something about it all.
Nepeta had to admit, she wasn't exactly torn up over her parent's divorce. They'd been separated for a while, her dad having just moved to Canada whilst her Mum busily traveled the globe. Not to mention all of her Dad's "lady friends" that used to change faces every time they appeared at the front door. She wasn't a child; Nepeta knew her Dad used to sleep with a new woman every night in a pathetic attempt to pry some sort of jealousy out of her oblivious mother. Nepeta's mum was a photographer for National Geographic, so she was rarely at home to even learn of her daughters "prodigious" drawing skills or her late husbands bed partners.
Through the divorce, Nepeta had become almost a weapon for her parents to aim and shoot at one another. The tedious court case of whose luck it would be to have the sixteen year-old bestowed upon them like she was some sort of useless artifact that was worth little but had to be kept because it was a family artifact or something of the sort. Eventually, after two months of the judge's boredom, the elderly man declared it was down to the young adult in question. And so, after a whole night of drinking coffee in a 24/7 hour café that had been abandoned by nearly all life-prolonging humans, Nepeta had come to the conclusion that she would be happier living with her Mother and visiting her Father whenever she got a break from school.
This had lead to some dispute, but Nepeta's parents had gotten over it and now she was happy to be living in the house that her Mother had bought shortly after her Father sold the house. Her Father had acquired the house, but her Mother had been granted the money their marriage had saved up. So, with that money, Nepeta's Mother moved away from their Hometown and into London, England. And that was how Nepeta's new school had come about.
"Who's the new girl?" A girl with light brown hair and deep Jade eyes asked. Her hair was cut fashionably short so that it flicked outwards, giving her the appearance of a Parisian Model that had taken the fashion world by storm a few months back. Actually, Nepeta was pretty sure that model was still commandeering the fashion world like it was her creation. Overall, the girl was very much like that model. A slim face that showed a very feminine and sharp bone structure, eyes that matched Nepeta's jade necklace that was in a box somewhere at home and lips that shone a deep berry red that came only from wearing copious amounts of lipstick.
"Not a clue." A second girl said, eyeing Nepeta with an ugly look of disdain. The second girl looked like a foolish copy of the perfection the first girl gave off. Granted, her eyes were beautiful and perfect as they mirrored the summer sky on a sunny day, but the rest of her was fake. Her height was fake, granted only by a sinfully high pair of stiletto heels and her skin had been fake tanned a few times. Her hair was that kind of blonde that was fresh from the bottle and her smile was grotesque, painted in pink and showing a row of shiny white teeth. It looked like the sort of smile a hunter gave its prey; a single glimpse caused Nepeta to shiver before hurrying on past the girls.
Homeroom showed no sign of the beautiful girl or her fake counterpart, but showed another sort of group. Nepeta found herself looking out a window at the dull skies when her new partner started up a conversation. Terezi was a pretty girl who appeared to be visually impaired. Her glasses were as thick as milk bottles and even with them on, it appeared that she struggled to see those that were too close to her.
"Nepeta, right?" Terezi asked, her voice surprisingly high-pitched.
"Yup." Nepeta chirped, suddenly feeling lighter to know that someone felt she wasn't too weird to talk to.
"I'm guessing you know I'm Terezi, but hey, anyway." Terezi chuckled, causing Nepeta to giggle. "I'm guessing you don't know anyone else here, right?"
Nepeta shook her head.
"Alright! Let's get you acquainted with a few people!" Terezi laughed, dragging Nepeta away from her seat and over to another desk. Sitting there, his eyes fixed on a PSP was a new face.
"Sollux, meet Nepeta. Nepeta, meet my best-friend, Sollux." Terezi laughed, to which Sollux dragged his face up to look at Nepeta, before offering a hand for Nepeta to shake. The girl chuckled before shaking the gamer's hand.
"Th'up?" Sollux asked, to which Nepeta held her head slightly to the left.
"You have a speech impairment?" Nepeta asked, realizing that she'd probably asked something quite personal just seconds after saying it.
"Yeth. You guethed then?" Sollux asked, looking slightly bored by the subject. It was probably a common topic.
"That's pawesome!" Nepeta chuckled.
Terezi and Sollux looked at one another for a moment before shrugging their shoulders and smiling. If Nepeta had weirded them both out with her strangely animalistic puns, they didn't seem particularly bothered by it. Nepeta had developed the weird speech habit because of her older sister and now it was generic. However, Meulin was never home anymore because she was in Russia for University.
"What's your first class then, Nepeta?" Terezi asked, grinning mischievously as though she had some devious plan concocted.
"Art for three periods." Nepeta said, to which the jaw on both Terezi and Sollux dropped.
"Three periods?!" Sollux asked, his PSP hitting off the table with a sound that reverberated around the classroom.
"Yeah." Nepeta chuckled, a deep blush appearing on her freckled cheeks.
"Wow. Your some hot shit." Sollux gasped, picking up his PSP before giving Nepeta a look that said 'We just found our art hooker'. But it was Sollux's eyes which distracted Nepeta. His eyes were mismatched; the left brown whilst the right was blue. It was intriguing.
And then the bell rang.
A/N: Sorry if there's a few spelling mistakes or anything like that. Anything said by Sollux is spelled to how it sounds considering he has a super cute lisp :3