New story, inspiration from a story on Quotev. Enjoy and thanks for bothering to look.
YOU ARE JASMINE VERESSA. You are the coolest girl in the entire 9th grade, no matter what. Now, you're just the coolest new girl in Sburb High in the little cit of Alternia. Odd fucking school name for an odd fucking city, no?
Anyways, you board the bus with an emotionless expression as you sit in a seat. After the bus starts to drive, a girlish voice sounds from the seat next to you. "Psst! New girl!" Your eyes drift over to the person. She has jade eyes and, slightly wavy, black hair down to her mid-back.
"I'm Jade Harley." The girl who classified herself as 'Jade', smiles at you.
"Jasmine." You readjust your dark grey shades (And I mean it! Almost opaque GREY shades, not black!) on the bridge of your nose, making her smile brighter.
"You know, you'd get along with Dave Strider! He's the coolest of the cool at Sburb High." Tick.
You narrow your eyes behind your shades at the girl. "What." You spit, and the girl just nods.
"Yea! He's my friend and I'm sure you two would get along perfectly." The first twinge of emotion that crosses between you and the rest of mankind is hate and/or fear. Call it what you wish, but boy are you royally pissed the fuck off.
You grit your teeth and stand as soon as the bell rings for breakfast. "Thanks for the info, Harley." You shuffle past the many students on the 9th grade hallway and to your locker. You open the navy blue locker to find a note attached to the inside. It reads,
-Come to the office. Aradia- Whoever this Aradia girl was, she had some nerve. You walk into the office with a bored saunter to see a maroon red haired girl, smiling like everything's right with the world.
"Welcome to Sburb High. I'll be your tour guide for today, as well as being your friend for the years to come. Please follow me to homeroom with Mr. Egbert in the Biology room." As you walk behind the seemingly harmless girl, you notice that she has the curves of a model. She must be a heart-breaker. Aradia leads you into a room, covered with the many biological methods of evolution and chemical reactions,making the whole class look.
You stick your hands in your jacket pockets and stare directly at the teacher through your almost-opaque shades. "What?" You snap, startling the teacher.
"Miss Veressa, please sit next to Miss Kanaya here." A pale hand shot up in the crowd of unfamiliar faces, and you go to sit down. The teacher continues his lesson on chemical acids, then after a short time, Kanaya says to you,
"You seem...distracted. May I ask why?" You shift your gaze to the pale skinned teen.
"No. You may not." She just chuckles, saying she's going to get it out of you either way. You sigh, then rest your chin on the palm of your hand.
You thrust a thumb towards a certain aforementioned coolkid because Jade told you what he was wearing today. She gives a slight, almost imperceptible, nod of confirmation to you, stating,
"You know, he's not what you think he is." You grin devilishly at the forest green eyed acquaintance.
"Oh, I know exactly what he is. He's competition." Kanaya smiles, showing her fang-like teeth, then listening to the teacher once again. You open up your notebook to a clean page and begin doodling a character from a story you posted on Fanfiction. The bell rings and the teacher says,
"Okay, for homework, I'd like one page on what chemicals can do to metal. Dismissed." Everyone filed out except Kanaya, who was looking at your doodle. She hums then states,
"You are very talented in artistry." You shut your notebook quickly and stand.
"It's just a doodle. It's nothing." She walks out to the door. As she arrives there, she turns to you with a slight smile.
"If that is nothing, I would like to see something." Aradia walks in just as Kanaya leaves, signalling that you had to go to the next class soon. You hold her up then walk up to the teacher, getting to the beginning of class for the next period.
"May I email it to you, Mr. Egbert?" He smiles, nodding.
"Of course. I already have one student doing that, so why not you?" A sense tells you to ask who it was.
"Who?" He blinks in a dazed fashion, replying,
"Dave Strider. You two would get along swimmingly."
I ended it there for a reason, no flaming okay? ;)