Lex's POV
First Day at a new school, same as any other. I can quickly gauge who's a part of what cliques and what's considered "right" in the eyes of your peers and teachers. Obviously, my newly purchased black skinny jeans and my combat boots weren't the greatest idea for a first impression, but then again, I've never really fit in anywhere anyway.
The preps are staring, pointing, and laughing; the jocks take on the same behavior, after finally realizing I were going to have trouble fitting in here, a girl walks over to me.
"First day, huh?" she says.
"I guess it's that obvious," I say nervously.
"Well, why don't I welcome you to Hell?"
"Is it that bad?"
"When you express yourself, it is. Especially when you express yourself the way we do."
You look up, and for the first time noticing her attire. She's wearing a jean jacket, over what looks like a red, strapless, corset, with a pair of skinnys, and converse knee-highs.
"Oh I haven't introduced myself, my name's Dahlia, but most of my friends just call me Diz," says
"Nice meeting you, I'm Alexandra, but normally friends just call me Lex."
"Why don't you come sit with us?"
"Us?"
"Yeah, me and a few of my friends, you'll love them, I promise,"
"Sure, why not?"
As I walk over to the table, I notice a group of guys and girls with skateboards; I notice a few pairs of people sitting next to each other sharing headphones. There was a radio sitting in the middle of what seemed to be the center of it all. This section of the school yard seems to be completely set off from the rest.
"Diz, you HAVE to come check out my new tat," says a guy sitting on the table.
Diz leads me over to a patch of grass close to the table and tells me to set my books down. We sit around the books and binders while the guy who called to Diz earlier, shows off his new ink.
"And who's this?" says a guy sitting directly opposite to me.
"This is Lex. She's the newest edition to this hell hole," Diz announces to the few people sitting around us.
"Hi, my name's Ashley," says the guy who asked about me a moment ago. "Ashley Purdy."
"It's nice to meet you," I say completely awestruck because, after all, this guy was hot.
Ashley reaches over to grab my hand, and he kisses it. I blush and smile, like a total idiot. He inches over to me, trying not to look obvious, so to ease his mind, I inch a little in his direction.
"Well, Ash warming up to someone in the first 10 minutes, new record?" asks Diz with mild sarcasm.
"Diz, you know how I like to make everyone feel welcome," says Ashley, returning the sarcasm.
"Okay Lex, so this is Ashley, and to the left of him is Patricia, she's has her earbuds in most of the time and doesn't know half the things that are happening around her," says Diz.
Ashley cuts in, "The guy over there with the notebook, that's Andy. You'll normally never see him without that notebook. Jake's over by the skateboard ramp, he's normally over here, but he said he needed a minute to get back in the swing of things this morning. He's probably still hung over from a party CC threw this weekend. Jinxx and Cc aren't here yet; they carpool and get here barely before the tardy bell rings."
"I was trying to show people to Lex. There are more people here than just the band, Ash," says Diz.
"Well, SOR-RY, why don't you continue then?" asks Ashley sarcastically.
"Cause the bell rings in 3 minutes and I don't want to start something I can't finish. Had you not rudely interrupted and decided to give a life story of all your band mates, I would've been able to,"says Diz with an ounce of sarcasm.
"Yes mam, store that up here for future reference. Anyway, where's your schedule?" Ashley asks me.
"Right here," I say while opening up my binder and pulling out my schedule.
"Oh we have 1st and 2nd period together, I'll walk you there, "says Ash.
"You have fun with those two classes," whispers Diz in my ear.
"I think you'll have 3rd with Andy actually."
*the bell rings*
"See you guys later," says Diz picking up her books, "Although I shouldn't, I'm trusting Ashley to guide you today."
"Come with me, she's just joking."
Ashley and I walked away from the table, and headed towards the school. Right away the hallways were flooded like ants after their hill had just been stepped on. Ashley was managing to get us through pretty quickly pushing people out of the way. Then just as we were about to step onto the hall of the class, someone pushes Ashley against the wall.
I heard a loud concrete smack as all his books hit the floor. Then, look over to see the bulky jock in a letterman jacket and three guys gathered around him, the largest one, the ring leader I'm assuming, had Ashley held up on the wall.
"You know something; you're a faggot, you name is fucking Ashley for fuck's sake! You wear eyeliner and lipstick!" says this douche bag.
Ashley manages to get out of the jock's clutches and take his books from me and we continue down the hall like nothing happened. I'm assuming he would have gotten into a fight had I not been there, which kind of makes me glad I was. It also makes me uneasy, because I hate to see him get hurt. I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet.
When we finally got to the class room, Ashley led me to a seat in the back right next to him.