I walked into my new school, in the designated uniform. A black tank top with black leather leggings and five-inch black leather boots. I wobbled to a table and seated myself, seeing other girls gossiping and whispering before someone tapped on my back. I turned to see a beautiful blond standing behind me, her curls falling over her shoulders like a golden waterfall.
"Um, you're in my seat."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know there were assigned seats."
"Well, there are. And there's one there, for you." She said, pointing at a table with no body else sitting at it.
"The loser table. Go, run along." I gathered my stuff in my arms and walked off, towards the table pointed out to me. Well, that's what I was, a loser, I guess.
"OMG, look at her. She needs to get some concealer for those circles. She looks like an old warlock." I tensed at the words I heard, but did nothing when I heard the whole room go silent. Looking up from my book, I found myself staring into a pair of startling blue eyes.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A new one? Let's hope she doesn't get hurt today, it'd be a shame to see such a beautiful thing ruined. Isn't that right James?" My eyes flicked to the shy silver one and watched as a small, apologetic grin spread over his face and he nodded to the blue-eyed man.
"I know how to handle myself, now, let go of my face. Or I will bite you."
"Oh, and she's snappy, let's piece this together. Loser, snappy, beautiful. Um, compared to me, you're nothing."
"I can't believe you could be so cruel, now excuse me, I have classes to find." Then I stood, turning and letting my hair hit the man in the face before exiting the cafeteria.