"Hey." The voice made him jump. He was always a little jumpy. He'd never seen this girl befor, though.
"Umm. Hi." He said. He wasn't going to try to impress her, no matter how pretty her long red hair was. She stood there for a moment. "Can I... Can I sit here?" She was gesturing to the empty seat that was next to him. He felt himself cringe on the inside. The thought of someone sitting next to him bugged him. He looked her over with a quick sweep of his light green eyes. She was just the right size, skinny, but not skinny. Her hair was a red that was so deep and dark that he felt like she had rinsed it in blood just that morning. Her pale skin seemed even paler behind the thick layer of black eyeliner that she was wearing.
"Sure." He said, sounding a bit more chalant than he had intended. Her deep brown eyes looked at the ground as she sat her bag down. She had to flip her hair over the back of the chair because it was so long that if she hadn't, she would be sitting on it. He looked a her once more. She had long, thin legs that were covered by pitch black leggings. Her cranberry vans matched the cardigan that she was wearing. Under that cardigan was a white v-neck that was so crisp and white that it had to be new.
He looked away, noticing that she had begun to look at him. He didn't want to make eye contact because it was said that the eyes were windows to the soul. Did she want to look in these windows and see all of that blood and darkness? We all have the darkness, but in some people, it's concentrated.
"I'm Jennifer, but my friends call me Flaky." For some unknown reason, this caught his attention. "Ah, uh... I guess I should elaborate. When I was younger, I had really bad dandruff. Everyone in school made fun of me for it, and my friends took up the nickname, it didn't bug me or anything... You can call me that if you want..." She said, tugging nervously on her cardigan. "Ummmm... What's your name?"
"Eren." He mumbled. His voice was very bored and Jennifer noticed that.
They sat silently, both observing the surrounding area. The room was starting to fill up, this was their homeroom class of their senior year and everyone was anxious and prepared to leave for the summer or head off to college.
There were approximately 20 people in the room, sitting two to a desk. Eren noticed all of the extra space and that she could have sat anywhere else... So why the hell did she sit by me?
the teacher entered the room and stood befor the small class. "Hello everyone, and welcome to psych." He was overweight and balding and his voice was boring and monotone. Eren was already sure that he was going to hate this class. The rest of class flew by as the teacher explained the class rules and procedures. One boy stood out to him. He was obviously not a senior, he was too young. He had dark blue hair and wore a superhero outfit and his reply to everything was, "Splendid!" Eren rolled his eyes. He said it with such an annoying little smile and laugh that made Eren go mad.
Eren would occasionally glance at Jennifer. He was quite determined to call her Jennifer, because calling her Flaky seemed too friendly. He'd rather not make friends with her. She was so ditsy and strange, and she always seemed nervous. He was curious about her story ,though. Why he had never seen her or the superhero brat was the biggest part of his curiosity, considering that they livedin such a small town with such a small population. Everyone had known everyone since kindergarten. No one moved in or out of Pleasant Hill.
He had inwardly wanted to ask about where she was from and such, but he also didn't want it to seem that he was interested in her, but he acvtually just wanted to know why she and that brat were here. Everyone kept to their clique, him not belonging to one, nor wanting to. He partially wondered where she would end up.
Mr. Conner must have been talking about a project, because Jennifer asked him if he wanted to partner up. He politely declined and gave no further explanation. He could tell that she wanted to start a conversation, because she would fidget, and then open her mouth. Then, she would close it again and go back to fidgeting. He wanted to tell her to stop being so damn fidgety, but he decided against it.