Chronicles of a FCHS Teenage Reject
"Oh. My. God." A blonde girl in the crowd of other girls…and some guys, was repeating one of the many lines that kept floating to my sensitive ears. It was either, "His hair looks so silky!" or "I'd let him tutor me any day…" or, the ever so popular line, "Nice ass!"
I sighed. Today, our school has gotten another new student.
'New and already popular...' I sighed and finally gave up. I didn't see any big idea about a new student, but these idiots do.
I stood up from my seat next to the brick wall in a shaded corner or the school. I made my way over to the crowd and began pushing my way through. Out of nowhere, someone's foot appeared in my path and tripped me. I felt my body hit the concrete ground hard and laughing exploded around me. My black and red hair fell in my face so I shook out of my face. I looked around and saw my books and notebooks spread out in front of me; some feet stood on top of a few of my reading books.
I got on my knees and started reaching out to pick up my things only to have my hands kicked at or my books dragged back out of my reach by feet. I noticed the laughing dying down but really didn't take it into mind. I was only set on getting my books so I didn't notice the crowd dispersing until a pair of black and white tennis shoes entered my vision. I followed them up to dark blue jeans to a black and white My Chemical Romance t-shirt. When my eyes went above the neckline of his shirt, I was graced with a slim (and very inviting neck) attached to a handsomely tanned face with pinkish, perfectly, delicious looking lips ('Damn teenage hormonal thoughts!'), a perfect nose, beautiful extremely light blue, almost white, eyes, topped with dark brown, almost black, hair.
"Are you alright?" His voice was deep and cool…and he was picking up my books. Immediately, I began to pick up my books strewn across the ground. As I was turning, a hand entered my range of vision out of nowhere. "Let me help you up." I looked up and saw he had the rest of my books in his other hand… 'He has big hands…' I shook those thoughts out of my mind, stood up quickly on my own, grabbed my books, turned and walked away….more like ran actually.
Thankfully, I reached my German class safely without any followers. I reached my seat at the back of the class and dropped my books on my desk and sat down. Soon, person by person began filing through the door and sitting in their assigned seats. I sighed and looked toward the long window in the back of the room. A pale face stared back at me with a straight nose and glossy, red lips set in a line. My crimson eyes traced my over my thick eyelashes and thin eye brows to hair black as pure darkness with red streaked every here and there. 'Resembles blood…' My eyes traced back down over fair skin, a slim neck, a long sleeved, tight black shirt with a dagger stabbed through a now bleeding heart, black bootcut jeans and black running shoes. 'Such a lovely reflection.' I smirked at the thought. 'My reflection.'
While I was smirking at myself, the last person walked into the classroom…and dropped their books on the desk next to me, jerking me out of my thoughts. I just ignored it for now until I heard his voice.
"Mr. Night is here, correct?" Frau sat at her desk looking down at the seating chart and glancing up every now and then to see if someone was here or not.
"Yes, ma'am." My head immediately snapped toward the sound of that voice. The new guy stood at the desk right next to mine.
Frau looked up and then back down to put his name on the desk next to mine on the seating chart. "How about you tell us your name and your schedule?"
All heads turned toward the new guy. Immediately, I saw him practically stumble through his self-introduction. "Um…I'm Matthew Night…my schedule is…um…" He began burying in his pockets until he pulled up a sheet of paper. "…um…well, German…and then Algebra in room 420, Science in room 153, Health in room 368, World Lit. in room 288, Music Theory in room 800, and…Mythology in room 763."
After all of the words that escaped his mouth my eyes widened. He had the EXACT schedule as me!
"Your locker?" Frau looked up at him.
"1561." A simple answer. But the thing is…HIS LOCKER IS NEXT TO MINE DAMMIT!!
"Oh, good. If I'm correct, Ms. Blood, you have the same schedule right?" He eyes fell on me along with the new guy's eyes.
Inside I was screaming, 'Oh, HELL no!' But on the outside I was polite and said, regrettingly said through clenched teeth, "Yes ma'am."
"And your locker is 1559, correct?" Her eyes basically stabbed right through me.
"Y-yes ma'am." I already knew where this was all leading to.
Immediately, she smiled and said, "Mr. Night, meet your tour guide and classmate: Rose Blood."
'Aw, shit…'