'Ugh, Monday...eww' thought Rocky standing up. Today, she was supposed to start her new school. After going through a rough divorce between her parents, being moved to a new city, and losing most of her friends, she most definitely was not happy about starting over. After she got showered she went through her clothes and picked out a pair of black skinny jeans, a black tee-shirt with blood splatters, spiked leather jacket with studs and chains, and black combat boots with chains hanging down. "Is that what you're wearing?" Asked her mother's jerk of a boyfriend. "Yeah, what of it dick-weed?" She replied jumping at him. "Whoa sis, chill," said her brother Ty, ever the voice of reason.
"Come on, we have to get to school," he said grabbing his bag and drum sticks while she grabbed her bag and guitar case. Once they got to their new school, she felt sick. It appeared that every student there was dressed in neon colors and she could hear the sounds of pop music everywhere. (not bashing on pop and stuff. I don't necessarily like it but it's a part of this story so calm ya tits. Well, except for one, let it be excited. That's your party tit) "Easy Rocks, don't fall," said Ty, putting a hand on her shoulder. They made their way to their first class and found a seat. "I do NOT feel comfortable here," muttered Rocky. "Relax. You're WAY too tense," said Ty leaning back in his chair.
The class went by smoothly, but she couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching her. Everything went fine until lunch, then all hell broke loose. "Hey, you're new here aren't you?" Asked an Asian looking girl in a cheerleader's uniform with an obviously gay guy following behind her. And not the chill kinda gay guy, no, he was the stereotypical one. "Yeah...what about it?" Rocky asked, uncaring. "Watch how you speak to me reject. I will mess you the fuck up," the girl said putting her hand on the table and putting her face in Rocky's. "Hey hoe, how bout you step out the girl's face before you get messed up," said a voice behind her. They all turned to face the new comer, a tall blonde boy wearing all black.
"Leave, this doesn't concern you," the other boy said to the guy who had just interrupted. The new guy picked up on of the lunch trays and with a bored, but cold and almost scary look and brought it across the guy's face and sent him to the floor. The little cheerleader grabbed her friend and left. "You two ok?" Asked the new guy. "Uh yeah, thanks," said Ty. "No prob. Name's Gunther by the way," he said dropping the tray and sticking out his hand for them to shake. "You guys must be new here," Gunther said sitting down. "Yeah, we are" said Rocky. "Well, you guys should come check out my band. We're playing at this park Friday evening," Gunther said, writing down an address on a paper towel and sliding it to them. "If you need me, I'll be around. See ya Friday night," he said walking away.
Ok, so here's the deal guys. I'm gonna let ya'll decide the pairings in this story.
Cy and Runther
Rece and Ty/Tinka
Cece/Gunther (I slick for got the name for it.) and Ty/Tinka
Those are your choices. I will let you decide on that while the story is still young and can go any way.
W.C.C
out