Alright I said I was gonna do another Kendall/Emo Teen one-shot in the future. And I also got a few requests asking me to. So here it is. And yeah I decided to give Emo kid an actual name, his last name has been revealed; his first however still remains a mystery.
Hope you enjoy~
Kendall Perkins sat in the shade of the oak, her lunchbox beside her and her textbook in hand. Oblivious as people walked, roller-skated, and skateboarded by her spot beside the park path, she closed her eyes and carefully recited, "Arteries bring oxygenated blood from the heart, through the capillaries and throughout the body, before feeding them back into the heart through the veins where they can be oxygenated and de-carbon-dioxide-end again by air drawn in and let out by the lungs."
With that, she continued to read, completely unaware of the pair of eyes that had locked onto her.
Logan Remington—also known commonly as Emo Teen— had seen and secretly admired her around school more than once. Also, more than he would've liked, Christopher "Mouth" noticed his stares and teased him to ask her out.
Logan wasn't like that, though. He couldn't just ask a girl out. It really was more of a couldn't and not wouldn't. The one time he had been peer-pressured into at least trying to talk to her, he passed her in the hall and had opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and she passed by him with merely an odd glance and a raised eyebrow.
For him, high school was sucking. Aside from his life generally being a total mess, his teachers were assholes, the only people he fit in with were the "misfit" group, and he had absolutely no real social skills. Most of his misfit group had families and were either spoiled rotten or neglected, and he knew they weren't the greatest influence, but very few others at school hardly ever associated with him, much less noticed his presence.
He knew he looked a tad odd. Pale skin, dark purple hair with a tint of black at the bottom, dark-green eyes, thin, taller than most guys though his habit of slouching made him appear short, but abnormally fit – he supposed his dark and broody external appearance is why people describe him as "Emo" over a hundred times. To add to it, he was surprisingly the third top student in the whole school, after Ronaldo and her.
Though it was merely a fact about him that not a lot of people knew. Same goes to his real name if anyone bothered to pay attention rather than coming up with names.
"Emo," "Pasty," "chronically depressed hipster," …OK he had to give that one props.
However, she was one of the rare few who he had never heard say a single negative thing about him. Whenever a few idiot classmates of his immaturely bashed him behind his back (probably to take their own pathetic insecurities out on him or perhaps sadistically get satisfaction out of trying to bring him down) she would walk by silently and not say a single word. In her eyes, though, he always saw disapproval towards the topic.
She really was fascinating to watch. One moment she was a tough as nails student council president when dealing with trouble-makers, another moment she was sympathizing with her fellow classmates, and yet another moment she was defending herself or— someone who couldn't— with a passion. She was dynamic like that – unpredictable. He liked it.
As if that wasn't enough, her laughter—though rare— made him feel light. Her smile— whenever he was lucky enough to see it—silently made him soar. He admitted (only to himself) that he was physically attracted to her, as well, but that wasn't what entranced him.
In his eyes she was innocent. In a world of idiots and debauchery and cruelty, she was wonderfully, beautifully pure and kind— at least to him. And to anyone else who saw pass her fiery temper, and demanding attitude.
Surprisingly, however, she came a long way from the girl she used to be back in middle school. She was somewhat laid-back and a lot calmer now, however when angered she can instantly revert back to her aggressive nature. Showing she hasn't lost her touch in all the time that has passed.
Logan didn't like her looks – well, he did (more than he would ever say out loud), but that wasn't the point. The reason he liked her enough to notice her was because he liked – no, treasured and adored – her perfect heart.
She also happened to be impossible to resist. He paused at the doorway, entranced. Kendall was working diligently on, what were most likely, next week's assignments. Possibly the week before that.
It would be another hour and a half before class—including school—began. So for now it was just them. Kendall came early because of her responsibilities to the school and to keep her perfect attendance streak. He only showed up early for her.
Unexpectedly, without looking she patted the empty seat beside her in silent invitation.
It took him a moment to realize that she wanted him to sit next to... her. Him.
Uncertainly, he made his way to the lab table. Looking down at her, he raised an eyebrow in question.
Usually their morning routine would start with him walking into class, sometimes she would bid him "good morning" then go back to whatever she was working on, other times she would be so absorbed into her work and projects to take notice of him. And he would sit in the back of the room to admire her from afar (don't judge me) and occasionally work on his own assignments like every start of the day.
So this was a surprise change in routine.
"Is there a specific reason you want me to sit next you?" He inquired in a bored tone. On the outside his face was devoid of any emotion, but on the inside he didn't really care why he was just glad she did.
Holding up her hand, she remarked lightly, "Why not? You're always sitting in the back by yourself; I can't help but wonder if you're even doing your work. Plus we never really talk other than a simple greeting."
"Talk?" He asked with a hint of nervousness in his tone, he was never a good conversationalist, hence why he hardly spoke.
Kendall shrugs her petite shoulders in nonchalance,"It's a nice change from the usual silence, not that I minded it but we've been at it for quite a while, five months to be exact." Finally facing him for the first time she extends a slender hand towards him.
"Agree?"
Taking her hand gently as if it was made of glass, Logan paused before he managed to return in his usual monotone, "Likewise."
The sapphire-eyed girl released his hand and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She wore a thin pink sweater with a white tank top beneath and a grey bluish scarf wrapped around her delicate neck, he noticed.
"Have you read this week's entire biology chapter?" she asked, turning back to her work.
It didn't surprise him that she would only want to discuss school topics. He was just glad at the moment that she actually wanted to talk to him.
"No… not yet," he replied. He was lying – he had finished days ago. However, he couldn't help but hope...
"No?" she glances back. "Well, let's turn that 'no' into a yes." Again, she pats the empty seat next to her," Sit."
Gladly, he took the seat. He made sure not to invade her personal space, giving her all the room his own personal bubble required and she asked him where he was in the chapter. He answered with a point of his digit.
"You don't really talk much, do you?" she observes.
"I talk when I have something relevant to say," the young man replied simply, shrugging.
Thoughtfully, the beautiful teenage girl mused, "That's a good policy. Not many people know how not to talk these days," she smiled for a second before turning back to the textbook and beginning to read aloud the terms they were to learn before this Fridays test.
Awestruck by her expression, he paused. He was trying not to stare at her, but it was so hard. She was just so interesting. Her facial looks were varied and full of emotion, her sapphire eyes glittered, and her entire, utterly pulchritudinous self was shining with grace.
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Aware of him watching her every move, Kendall continued to read the chapter aloud. A few times, she looked his way and asked him a question, which he answered promptly and efficiently before going silent again.
Honestly, being so close to a guy she barely knew was a little weird, but Kendall shrugged it off. Besides, as student council president it was her duty and natural instinct to help any fellow student in need, which implanted her suspicion.
Nonetheless, he had looked so lonely. He always looked lonely, she noticed, even when he was with his friends.
Now, though... he didn't. In fact, he looked quite content.
The young lady figured that since all of his friends were rather gruff, he rarely experienced the kind of motherly gentleness she was showing him—for a limited time of course, she had to be strict with most of the male students— She had no idea about how his home life was, but from the way he silently appreciated the sound of her voice, she assumed it couldn't be too good.
She couldn't help but study his features, since she's never been this close to him. Despite he had two bottom lip piercings, dark bags under his eyes and his bangs covering half of his face he was— in a way— rather attractive, she observed. If anyone took the time to really look at him.
Studying him further, she noted he wore a black V-neck shirt with some sort of band logo she had never seen before, nettings for sleeves, and a dog like choker above his collar bone.
His eyes were a deep, bottomless green – but never had she seen them so close. They were like... emeralds. That's what it was. The emeralds were dull and empty, but they shone and glittered. When his thick but sleek, dark violet hair fell over his forehead and tickled his nose, he didn't even raise a hand to push it away. Accustomed to it, as it seemed.
She hadn't known what she was doing when she invited him to sit with her. It had just been instinctive. However, it was more pleasant just sitting there and chatting about biology with him than she had anticipated.
When a quarter to first period finally rolled around and they finished the chapter, Kendall—rather reluctantly— started packing up. That was another thing in their morning routine, fifth-teen minutes before class started Kendall would leave to patrol the hallways to make sure students got to class on time—since they always waited 'til the last minute.
She could have the members of the student council do it for her, but Kendall believes nothing will get done right unless she does it herself. As she prepares to leave she pauses at the doorway.
"It was nice studying with you, Logan," she added genuinely, "I hope we can do it again sometime."
For the first time, surprise showed on his face. Logan stared at her for a long moment, eyes slightly widened. Patiently, she waited for a reply.
Finally, the boy with the emerald eyes nodded. "Any time," he agreed.
"Good. I'll see you around, then– and if you ever want to study, just ask." she called back, walking away.
He tried not to watch her walk. He really did. Unfortunately, she was wearing a pleated, knee-length, skirt that hugged her hips and swished as she practically skipped along. Noticing (although he tried not to) the faint outline of her rear through the skirt, he immediately deduced that even her derrière was perfect.
He couldn't stop watching her. Even as he stood, his gaze was glued to her, particularly her hair, her lower back where the long, swishing blonde strands ended, her hips, and everything below that.
Even without seeing her face, he knew she was beautiful. She didn't seem to know just how fantastic she was, though, nor how absolutely magnetizing her simple, was innocent, mesmerizing walk.
Suddenly, Logan realized that he was actually staring at and mentally complimenting her rear. Literally smacking himself on the forehead he sighed, closed his eyes, and chastised himself harshly for acting like that sleazy wannabe-lady-killer Brad Buttowski and losing his self-control.
Loved it? Hate it? Lemme know! And I'll see if I should continue.
By the way, hope Kendall isn't too OC. And all of the characters (who may or may not appear) will still have the same characteristic traits that are recognizable. But come on guys. They're in high school now. Of course their going to change and mature as they grow up. PEOPLE CHANGE not everyone from middle school stays the same, so it's only natural that they have slightly different attitudes and behaviors as they developed into young adolescence. Just a heads up.
I'll post the next chapter soon and I'm in the middle of CH.3, even though I don't exactly have a plot yet…..
SO IDEAS AND SUGGESTIONS ARE WELCOMED!
