Ch. 1 Meeting Her

(This is going to be purely a sweet romantic story with normal high school misery.)

{Rui's Point of View}

"You're such a loser!"

I hear these words every day... for the past nine years...

"This is why you have no friends smartass! You act like a big shot just because you skipped three grades!"

They don't understand the simple fact that I'm shy... It's very hard for me to talk to people. I sit alone to try and seclude myself from everyone else. I don't think I'm better than everyone... I like everyone...

"You're going to die alone you sexless asshole!"

;[ I've done nothing wrong in my life, so why do I have to suffer as the pinnacle of everyone's hate? I shouldn't have to succumb to all their blame and disdain. I'm merely using the intelligence gifted to me. It's not a crime to use what's in my possession to get ahead in life. If I don't, my parents beat me and lock me away with no food, little water, no sunlight. If only they understand how hard my life is under the surface of my fake smile. How my tender skin is easy knicked by the slightest touch. How I have to hide the scars on my back by wearing my sweater over my shirt. The last time I went swimming... when I was 4.

"I hope you commit suicide, you conceited fuck!"

I'm not conceited... I want friends... I want a normal life... Why can't I have that? I'm... I... Do I want to die~? ~‹3

(Alarm goes Off)

I woke up with a jolt, staring up at my ceiling fan with a shocked expression. My heart felt like it was hit with a small jolt of electricity. Adrenaline ran throughout my veins, screaming at me to get up. I had school work, breakfast, and extra credit assignments to do. If I don't finish, I'll get a 99 in my english class and my parents will punish me. I ran into my bathroom and slammed the door shut. I turned my shower on, and can now inform you all on where I'm at in my life. My name is Rui Santos, I'm currently 14 years old, soon turning 15. I have slightly long spiky black straight hair with two bangs extending down to slightly cover my left eye. My eyes are a greenish hazel color, my skin is caucasian white. My mouth is slightly smaller than average, just like my hands. I have a slim build with thin arms but slightly broad shoulders. I stand at 5 foot 2 inches, 2 inches taller with my sneakers on.

With my shower finished, I dried myself off and wrapped a white towel around my waist. I began to brush my teeth, thinking about my day. I live in the dorms my school provides for me. Due to my academic endevores, the private school decided to waive all fees formy attendance. My dorm room is larger than normal with pure white walls, a full bathroom, kitchen and a deck to stand on. My room is on the 8th floor, overlooking the school's gynassium and many fields for sports. The dorms are 17 floors high with about 100 rooms each floor. Floors 10 - 17 are large dorms with 4 or more students living in each. Floors 1 - 9 are more private rooms, and they're generally easier to manage in. My bed is queen-sized with three plain white sheets and two fluffy white pillows. A brown wood carved drawer was placed in a corner near the deck's glass doors. The kitchen had a small sink, dishwasher, oven, small fridge and three cabinets. A pink flower texture decorated the little bit of wall in the kitchen. My bathroom has a full sink, toilet, and bath big enough for 4 people. Whenever I'm crying or stressed out, I sit in the bath to calm myself. I guess I'm an utterly weak and depressed person with no friends or future. My parents will continue to control me because I don't know how to live life without them.

When I finished brushing my teeth, I took in some water, washed my teeth and spat everything out. I quickly used mouthwash and then flossed my teeth, smiling into the mirror.

I said to myself, "There, all clean. Now, I just need to finish all my work before 7 p.m. today. You can do it Rui."

I turned off the light in my bathroom and walked out into my room. I opened my drawers and pulled out my boxers. With no one able to see, I took off the towel and slipped my clothes on. I opened a closet near the cabinet to pull out a sweater. With haste, I pulled it on, zipped it up, slung my backpack over my left shoulder, and ran out of my room.

(Cafeteria)

-7:45 a.m.-

I walked into the cafeteria, making sure my hoodie was up to hide my face. I wore a grey hoodie with a plain black T-shirt under it and black sweatpants. I know it's weird but making fun of it doesn't matter to me. Anything to hide every part of me is a plus in my mind. The breakfast line was huge with 500 stretched tables lined in about 100 rows. Hundreds of students ate, conversating amongst each other. As I waited in line, a gang of people/pokemon approached me.

One was a man human and leaned against the wall with one hand, "Hey look, it's the conceited asswipe."

A nidoqueen shoved my left shoulder, pinning it against the brick wall behind me, "Aren't you sweating in that shit!? At least take off the hoodie!"

A male weavile pulled my hood off, "There, now, onto business. You got our homework?"

I shuffled nervously, nodding, "..."

Weavile held out a paw, "Okay mister silent, hand them over."

Nidoqueen freed my shoulder, allowing me to open my bag and hand them the papers.

Weavile smiled, looking over the answers, "Sweet. We'll definitely pass with this. Let's get the fuck out of here."

They walked off, leaving me there to get back in the line, 'They could have said thank you...' I frowned slightly.

(School)

-9:15 a.m.-

I stood in front of my English class, handing in all the extra credit work I've done. My teacher looked at all of it impressed but ultimately sighed. He's an older fellow, late 50's with the top of his head being completely bald. He wore a green sweatervest, green dresspants, and black loafers. His skin is slightly tanned with asian features on his face.

His name is Mr. Toyung, "I'm sorry Rui, but this isn't enough... you'll get a 99 though. Still amazing."

I looked down, shuffling nervously, "..."

He pointed at the board behind me, "Even if you get a 5 on this presentation, you'll still get a 100. Come on, no one has heard you talk for the entirety of the three years you've been here."

I frowned, looking at the glass, seeing hostile glares, "..."

Mr. Toyung looked concerned, "Our principal said you have a very gentle voice, please use it for us."

I frowned a bit less before nodding towards the class. I gave him my flash drive to access my powerpoint I made for the class. The powerpoint got a 100 but the presentation is an entirely separate grade. The powerpoint came up on the board and I tried to start.

I opened my mouth to speak, but their stares started to bore into me. Some looked angry, others hateful. I started taking deep, sharp breathes until the room began spinning. I started to stumble, shocking everyone until I fell back and slammed the back of my head on the metal border of the board. I was unconscious before I even hit the ground.

(Nurse's Office)

-1:35 p.m.-

I woke up with a jolt again, panic flooding my system. I sat up quickly, looking around to see myself in the nurse's office. Panic began to rise in me as I noticed the time. I missed 3rd, 4th, and most of 5th period.

The nurse walked over to me quickly, "Whoa there, calm down. You're okay."

She was an audino, "..." I stayed silent, looking down because of my shyness.

Audino sat on the bed, "Rui, you need to speak to someone. 3 years of silence is too long. You can trust me, I won't tell anyone you spoke to me."

I shook my head, frowning with a blush, "..."

Audino sighed, "I took the liberty of telling your teachers. They came here as soon as I did and looked through your bag. They were fairly impressed by how organized you are."

I looked at her, a little surprised, "They were?"

The nurse smiled, "I knew you could talk!"

I blushed a bit, looking down, "..."

The Nurse noticed and placed a hand on my shoulder, "Hey, it's okay to speak. Your voice is very cute, use it more often."

I didn't mean to let a tear escape, "No one wants to hear what I have to say. I'm only good at saying what someone wants to hear."

The Nurse rubbed my back soothingly, "Sh. No tears. What you say matters."

I shook my head no, "Actions speak louder than words. I have nothing important to say..."

The Nurse gently pat my head, "Don't think like that, your words have great weight and define you."

I shook my head, "I need to get my homework..."

I got up and left the nurse's office, dragging my backpack along the ground. I knew I must have gotten a 0 on my presentation... After I got my homework for the classes I missed, I immediately went to the roof of the school building. I went up here to cry since my parents are going to punish me when I go home.

I sniffled, "I bet they'll lock me in the basement for 5 days again."

When I reached the roof, I opened the door and found myself staring at a new student. She stood on top of the guard railing, staring down at the school grounds. She was a Gardevoir with headphones on but she looked at me.

She smiled kindly, "Hello. My name is Silvia, what's yours?"

I blushed a deep red as the wind blew hard, making her clothes sway effortlessly in the air. The light shining on her beautiful white skin. Her green hair moved with the wind slightly, along with the fabric around her cleavage. Her chest shard and C cup breasts wete confined tightly by the school uniform. Her dress covered her arms and legs with a music player on her hips. Her Crimson eyes shone with a dark flare that somehow calmed me down. Is she a new student?

She giggled, "Am I so beautiful you are at a loss of words."

I blushed a bit more before looking down, "I... uh..."

She jumped down from the railing and tilted her head cutely at me, "Maybe you should tell me your name first. hee hee~"

I did my best to look away, "Rui..."

Silvia giggled cutely with a small cute smile, "Hee hee, you're a shy boy aren't you?"

I twiddled my fingers nervously, "I... yeah."

She wrapped an arm around me, her right breast pushing against my arm, making me blush bright red as she said, "I'm new here, think you can tell me about this place?"

I looked down, "Well... I..."

A voice called out from the stairs, "Yo, Silvia, you up here? We gotta go, the counselor needs to show you to your dorm room."

Silvia poured, "Aw, just when I thought we'd become good friends. Ohe well, bye bye Ray."

I looked down sadly, "My name is Rui."

She waved it off, giggling, "Whatever."

I looked back at her to see a teasing wink as she left. I blushed still, my heart racing from such a wonderful interaction. I wasn't sad anymore, that was a shock to me. Instead of questioning it, however, I decided to embrace it. I left the roof to head back to my room and finish all the work I missed. Upon entering, I found a neat stack of papers on my drawer. With a smile, I pulled out a binder from my backpack and got to work. This was the only time I was ever able to smile, working on my next 100 in order to appease my strict, harsh parents. It was the only thing I can do, after all, I have no friends, no girlfriend, no other family to speak of, and everyone pretty much hates me. It's not their fault, it's my own for being so shy and yet, so smart that I get perfect grades. I don't like to think they're jealous, they just don't like me because their outlook on my personality is wrong. It's far too difficult to change their minds now, I guess I'm stuck being alone.

I heard the door know shake a bit before turning to open, 'Who's trying to enter my room.' I wondered to myself.

It's far too early for the dorm managers to commit a room inspection, and if it's a surprise inspection, I'd still know about it since everyone tends to panic. Part of the dorm rules includes having a neat and tidy room at all times. If they can't see the floor, they'll have a problem with you, a big problem. Last inspection, half of the building had to clean their rooms under supervision. At least 67 bags of garbage was throw out that day. I was already cleaning my room when the inspection happened, to which they smiled saying that it was nice to see me cleaning my already clean room. I think that caused more students to dislike me.

To my surprise, Silvia walked in, "What are you doing here?"

I flinched, "Uh..." I looked down blushing, "This is... my room..."

Silvia tilted her head in surprise, "This is stupid, my parents paid to get a good room." Silvia dragged a hand on her head, "Ugh, what the fuck!"

I frowned, hugging myself, 'She was so nice earlier...' I ended up muttering, "I'm sorry."

Silvia noticed how sad I looked, putting her hands up, "Whoa, hey, I'm not mad at you. Please don't be so sad."

I decided to distract myself by working on my homework, "It's okay..."

Silvia placed 8 bags of items down, looking around a bit annoyed before saying, "I'm finding the dorm manager, there has to be a mistake. My parents paid thirty-five thousand dollars to get me a decent room."

I remembered getting a pamphlet for the dorms, pulling it out, "They gave me this, maybe it will help you."

She looked it over, "Ah, I get it. 35 thousand gets you access to the more private room but the lower floors require more money. That's fine, my parents are billionaires, I'll just give them a call."

I said, "They're letting me stay here for free, if you want, I can give you this room and ask to move upstairs."

Silvia blinked in surprise, "Oh, huh."

I tilted my head in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Silvia chuckled, "You're nicer than people say you are."

I flinched, looking down again, "No one here knows me, they only think they know me."

Silvia crossed her arms, "Is it because you're shy that you talk to no one?"

I nodded, "They don't get where I come from, why I'm so quiet..."

Silvia shrugged, "Honestly, I don't care."

I frowned, "Oh... well... I'll go talk to the dorm manager."

Silvia shook her head, "No, it's fine."

I kept frowning, "I don't want your parents to spend more money."

Silvia smiled, "I'll just be your roommate."

I looked away, blushing, "But I'm a boy..."

Silvia scoffed, "Yeah, and I'm a 17 year old girl. So what?"

I shuffled nervously, "I'm not experienced with girls."

Silvia shook her head, "Then I'll give you some experience."

I looked at her, thinking about it before saying, "I don't know..."

Silvia snickered, "Well, I do know. I'm your roommate from now on."

I nodded, not wanting to make her mad, "Okay."

Silvia brought in all of her bags, "Alright, now to put stuff away. I better put away all the food first."

I raised a brow, "You brought food?"

Silvia snickered, "Uh, yeah? There will be days when you, or I, will wake up, and need something to eat or drink. The cafeteria is not always open you know."

I blushed from embarrassment, "Oh yeah..."

Silvia opened the bag to reveal a bit of everything was in it, even soda. I ended up succumbing to my curiousity and helped her fill our fridge. She had at least 6 different types of soda, two of which are one thousand dollars a can, and the best deli meats. The bread couldn't fit in the fridge, since it was so full, but luckily it doesn't need to go in the fridge. Then she pulled out cups and plates to put in the empty cabinets over the sink. The second bag she opened has all of her cosmetics... only, cosmetics. My bathroom became a poor girl's dream with all the make up it had. The third bag had a years supply of soap, shampoo, and conditioner, making everything in my bathroom costs about a million dollars. This Gardevoir wasn't lying, she's loaded! The next three bags had her clothes and hangars, filling the empty closet. The rest that couldn't fit was folded and put in the only two drawers I didn't fill. The final two bags has her blankets, pillows and stuffed animals that decorated the bed.

Silvia wiped some sweat, "All set, thanks for your help."

I nodded, "No problem."

Silvia went to the fridge, cracking open a can of the most expensive soda called Gardes Delight. It was a play on words because it sounds like guards delight, but it was createn by a Gardevoir a hundred years ago. Silvia poured some in a cup and gave it to me. I looked at the brown liquid, seeing the bubbles float up, wondering if it was really okay.

Silvia took a sip from the can but noticed I didn't drink it, "Is there a problem?"

I was conflicted, "I can't drink something so expensive... I feel like I'm robbing you."

Silvia raised her brows, "Why's that?"

I frowned, looking down, "My parents taught me that the worthless shouldn't take from the rich."

Silvia narrowed her eyes, "Is your family poor?"

I nodded, "Yeah..."

Silvia sighed, "Drink it."

I looked at her, "But-"

Silvia wagged a finger at me, "I said, drink it."

I took a sip, feeling an explosion of flavors, "Oh my god..."

Silvia giggled, "Good, isn't it?"

I nodded quickly, "This is incredible!"

I quickly drank the rest and felt brimming with energy. Silvia expected me to ask for more but I didnt, I started working on all my homework. I heard a disappointed huff and noticed she was moving towards the bathroom. I continued working, hearing the shower turn on, which piqued my curiousity. I shook my head of the thoughts, finishing all my homework quickly before laying down with a bored expression. When the shower turned off, I looked to see Silvia come out in a towel. I laid there like an idiot, blushing bright red as she walked over to the drawer to grab her undergarments.

She looked at me, "You know it's not polite to stare."

I looked at the ceiling, "S-sorry."

She put on a purple transparent nightgown, with a cut to allow her chest blade through, and a black bra and panties. She crawled onto the bed, hugging a stuffed animal before looking at me cutely. I blushed, trying not to stare at her.

She asked, "What kind of grades do you get?"

I said, "Perfect grades."

She smiled at that, "So do I."

I raised a brow, interested by this, "You trying to say something?"

Silvia grinned, "Yeah, I'm destined to run my father's company."

I nodded, "That sounds cool. I'm hoping to get a good job, but my life won't be better than it is now."

Silvia asked, "Why's that?"

I shook my head, "It doesn't matter. Good night Silvia."

I got up to turn off the light, earning a, "Good night." from Silvia.

I wonder how things are going to go tomorrow.

(This is another side project I'm writing. I loved the idea of this story, a poor hard working boy and a rich, slightly conceited, Gardevoir. I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. Please, favorite, follow, and review to support the story.)