I was sitting in art class hoping the troll would not eat me for coloring wrong. Now what high school students are doing getting lessons in coloring is beyond me, but we were. Sarah was quietly talking to me, but truth was my heart was not into it. All I wanted to do was walk over to our ground level window while the trolls back was turn and run forever and never look back.
A knock on the classroom door caused the whole class to stop working and look at the door. I realized I had been daydreaming again. I wanted to thank whoever had stirred my daydream, I really had to finish this piece or I would get detention. My worry had stopped me from looking at the door like everyone else, well until Sarah elbowed me in the ribs to get my attention.
"Ouch!" I hissed under my breath at her. I also gave her a death glare worthy of my friend Amber, a Goth girl who held the schools respect as one of the scariest people in it. Then my eyes slid past her to the two new faces that had just entered the room. They were hot, no scratch that they were more than hot, they were downright sexy.
They were both tall and lean with nice mussels but they were the wiry kind that hid just under the surface but are there and are totally hot. The one on the right had strawberry blonde hair that stuck up in a way that looked like cross between just rolling out of bed and sticking your finger in a light socket, but trust me on this guy it worked. His skin was as light as a porcelain doll and just as fine. It held a serious tone but underneath there was something, light, happiness, a dark sense of humor? But my favorite thing was his eye. They were such a nice blue, I would have never imagined them on anyone let alone a guy, but they were his.
Next to the porcelain doll god was someone who can only be described as a god of darkness. His hair was cut in a way most people would call an emo cut but I would just call it hot. His face was just as smooth as the others, but had a slight olive undertone. His eyes, like his hair, were an ink black that would make any Goth or emo envious at just one look. Which is all I got before the troll was in action.
"And just who," she said in her most troll like voice, "are you?" her voice, though not aimed at me, scared me to no end. But the new kids just turned to look at her with the same expressions as when they came in.
"Are you," the blond one was talking. He closed his eyes as if to try and remember something. They opened quickly, "Mrs. Noe, room A141, art?"
She gave him a glare. The troll does not like people to ignore her questions. Her voice went up a notch on the bitch meter. "I am, this is, and once again we are back to who you are."
At this the blonde one crooked a lop sided grin. "Well yes, yes it does." His grin grew more devilish and hers more pissed off. He gave the dark haired one a look. He tapped the back of the blond ones hand twice. I wanted to ask what that was about, but a quick glance around reveled no one else had seemed to notice.
Finally he spoke again, "I'm Iggy, and this is Fang."