Everything was dark. She couldn't see a thing. But there were voices. Loud ones. One was close, the other was slightly farther. Screaming back and forth. She couldn't make out the words through the sound of her heartbeat. She couldn't speak. She couldn't move. And she still didn't know how she ended up in this mess in the first place.
~Earlier that day~
It was a normal morning before school, the same as every other day. She hit the snooze a few times on the alarm, finally got up, dressed in a flash, wolfed down some food (A.N. aha! The puns.), and kissed her mother good-bye.
She rode her skateboard to school, the flannel shirt tied securely around her hips flapped behind her in the breeze along with her curly red hair, half hidden under a black beanie. Her long sleeved shirt was plain, slate grey, and baggy, often times falling off of one shoulder. Her skinny jeans were stonewashed blue and her black high tops completed her outfit. She was one of those girls that didn't bother with make-up, because she looked fine without it. Her eyes were naturally big and her skin, luckily for her, naturally clear and golden.
She got honked at when she rolled through a crosswalk, but at least she didn't get hit…again. That was fun to explain to her mom. She had her skateboard confiscated for the rest of her life. At least that was the initial threat. Her mother decided to take pity on her since the accident really wasn't her fault and gave it back when she could ride it again.
She cruised up the driveway of the school building and hopped off the board, kicking the end and sending the other end into the air, where she grabbed it and tucked it under her arm. Adjusting her beanie that had gone askew in the breeze, she climbed the steps to the front doors and swung them open.
She casually sauntered through the halls, taking her time getting to her locker, ducking and dodging the constant crowd of other students. She had gotten much better at maneuvering through people since her eye got blackened by a wayward elbow. Her small stature helped. She was quick on her feet and with everything else.
Her headphones were in her ears, otherwise she probably would've heard him coming around the corner and gotten out of the way. But he wasn't paying attention either and she ended up crashing into him, his notebooks and papers getting scattered all over the hallway floor along with her skateboard.
She immediately ripped the earbuds out and dropped to her knees beside him to help collect the homework.
"I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention and-" She stopped when she realized he was trying to apologize at the same time. They both looked up at each other and she wondered how she had never seen this guy before. She knew for a fact that if she had, she would've remembered his eyes. They were ocean-like: huge, deep, and very blue, almost the same shade as her own, which contrasted nicely against his brown hair. He looked pretty young. He was probably a freshman, like her.
Once she realized she was staring, she shook herself and stood back up, holding his papers out to him.
He took them with a nod and a flustered smile.
His friend held out her skateboard with a kind grin that went perfectly with his gentle brown eyes. "By the way, you have great taste in music." He said, referring to the All Time Low song that could be heard blaring from her earbuds that dangled around her neck.
"Thanks." She paused, adjusting her backpack so the weight was settled more comfortably in the middle of her back.
"Mason." The one who actually seemed to know how to speak supplied while sticking out his hand.
"Blaise." She accepted the handshake.
"That's really your name?" The blue-eyed boy spoke for the first time.
Mason nudged him, thinking he was being rude, but she didn't mind.
"Liam." Mason hissed.
So that was mystery boy's name.
"Well, I like your name." Mason stated, ignoring Liam who mumbled, "I never said I didn't like it."
"Thanks. I got it for my birthday." She joked with a wink.
Mason laughed and even Liam cracked a smile.
The first bell of the day rang and all three of them seemed to deflate some.
"Aw shoot. Well, I guess this is goodbye for now." Mason said.
"See you around?" Liam asked hesitantly, a small blush creeping its way up his neck.
"Sure." She replied. She too wanted nothing more than to stay and talk with them, but she still hadn't made it to her locker yet.
By the time she got there, the tardy bell was ringing. She stashed her skateboard and ran down the hallway toward her Algebra class.
She never made it there.
