"The mind of that freak…" I muttered as I stomped across the classroom. The first bell didn't ring yet, and I managed to settle into my seat before the teacher had arrived. But I was fuming, and people quickly scooted over for a clear pathway. My coffee cup shrunk into a crumpled mess.

Why was I angry, you ask me?

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7:15 A.M.

I still had 45 minutes to spare. Early on my first day. Suddenly cheerful, I veered a left turn and headed for Starbucks instead of school. I needed my caffeine for a Monday.

Mmmm…. caramel frap or something different today? Nothing was really special, so I decided to stay safe with my only choice. A cold wind pushed back my bangs. One of the ends of my scarf slammed into my face. I sputtered a little.

Never mind. A hot chai tea latte will do…

And yes, that led to my ruined day. Right when I pushed my hair and scarf away from my face, a motorcycle suddenly swerved next to me, causing me to lose my balance. I fell face-flat and let out a little OOMF! The motorcycle screeched to a halt.

"Hey, you ok?" A guy's voice was caught by my ear. Great… "Are you hurt badly? I'm really sorry."

I jolted up and raised my face. My eyes met obsidian orbs, which only reflected only worry. He had light pink hair—unique… But he was cute…oddly…

Ok Lucy…what do you say? Like OH NO I'M NOT! THANKS FOR WORRYING! Wanna get coffee with me? Wait no..not the last part. Only previous ones! OK GOT IT! My mind decided. But not before my mouth opened.

"Of course I'm not! Do you realize how long I took just to do my hair? I had to pick out my outfit with care! It took me two hours to complete my look for today! Don't you realize that you ruined it?! It cost me so much time and money! And what's with the pink hair?! Seriously…" I babbled on.

The guy looked a little surprised. Oh no….I'm doing it again. People who walked by looked at us weirdly.

I hated myself. It was a condition of mines. I talked before I thought.

And right now, the poor guy had to endure it.

Noooo…I'm going to get another hater…

"…like pink is a girly color. And on men! It's so ugly on you!..." No! It's really cute! I swear! T_T "…And a motorcycle? Why couldn't it be a convertible?!" You look awesome with a motorcycle! "You are totally poor! I can sense it!" No! What the heck?!

If that boy recorded my words with my thoughts, he would probably run away. Bipolar blondie. Two-faced girl.

"…Why did you run into me? I was having a good morning and you ruined—!"

"Wait wait." He cut me off. I looked back in surprise. He actually talked before running away. "I didn't even run into you. YOU ran into me because your face was covered in fabric and hair. There's no need to attack me." He raised an eyebrow.

"But you had to drive here! Why couldn't you drive on a different road?!" There goes my stupid mouth…

"Well, why couldn't you just walk on a different path? A pedestrian has more freedom than a driver." He pointed out. I bit my lips.

"Well…" Wait, my mouth is processing? Time to say what I think! "…Technically, a motorcyclist has the most freedom with the speed and the size. A pedestrian has to wait to cross an intersection or the road while cars usually can't get into places pedestrians can because of their size…" Thoughtful…but not the right thought….

"Oh?" His face leaned a little closer to mines. I could feel his breath. I almost squawked in reply. Just as I was about to flush in embarrassment… "That's a new side. The blondie is a geek? Maybe you're not the typical one…"

Something inside me ticked as I scowled at him. Then, I kicked him in the shins. Intentionally. That, I can agree on with my brain and my mouth. A loud groan emerged from his mouth as he lay on the ground in fetal position, clenching his teeth. Some snickered nearby.

"Ohh? You gay?" I smirked. "Didn't know that pink was popular amongst them."

He stopped squirming and looked me in the eye. "Hey chick. Don't be against gays."

"Standing up for them? Bet you are one." I could feel myself getting out of control. My stomach flipped multiple times in guilt. Please forgive me. Oh my god. Noooo…

"What if I am?"

"Knew it. Even you admitted it." I triumphantly sneered. No! Bad Lucy! No! You don't sneer at anyone!

"Is there something wrong about it?"

"..Uh..well…" For the first time, I felt myself stumble a little. Make up something to quick. "No! But it's you. So…yes!"

"..Ok…" He looked at me with a questioning gaze. He seemed to process something in his mind. Then he scratched his head. "Wanna get coffee? I'll make it up to you."

Wait what? Oh my gosh! Yes I would love to! Because you're so cute! And polite! "Of course not! I'm not into gays!" Nooooo my chance….

"Are you stupid? If I'm gay, why would I be into you? Unless you're secretly a guy."

I glared at him. Even my gestures weren't helping me. Gosh, I sound really stupid. "I'm not stupid! You are! Weird pink freak. Go get coffee by yourself." I huffed and turned away, stalking to Starbucks.

I heard a small scoff behind me. My real self now had a little bit of irritation. No, keep walking.

"Hey blondie."

"What?!" I whirled around and spat out.

He settled into his motorcycle while grabbing his helmet. Before he covered his face, he winked and smiled. "Nice rack you got there. I'm straight."

I was confused. Ra—oh. Oh no he didn't. Automatically, I screamed and used both my arms to cover my chest. "WEIRD PERVERT!" I ran towards him, but it was too late. He already started his engine and drove away humming an off-key song.

"UGH!" I stomped and headed for the opposite direction.

He was looking at my chest the entire time?

My face flared in irritation. I was in front of the line.

Nice rack?! What the heck?!

"That'll be $4.50."

What's wrong with being a blonde? He's such a pervert! And a terrible singer!

"Here's your drink, ma'am."

"THANKS!" I shouted, startling the waiter. Woops.

I looked down and saw a cold caramel Frappuccino. I ordered the usual by accident. I grunted in frustration and slammed my hands on the table. He then whimpered and quickly walked away.

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I mean, calling me a blonde! The nerve of that guy! Well, he didn't actually, BUT I KNOW HE HINTED AT IT! I could feel steam rolling out of my face.

"Hey isn't that Lucy…?"

"Yea…she's one hot babe."

"I wanna hang out with her…she looks cool…"

"No, you don't wanna get on with her…."

Whispers scattered across the room. I finally took notice and blinked out of my thoughts of the pervert. I noticed the position I sat in. One leg bent over another as I was hunched over on the desk, my right palm greeting my right cheek. My left hand was unfortunately breaking a pencil.

"Why?"

"She's violent. And thoughtless. Really scary…"

I bit my lips. I'm not violent…thoughtless…scary…am I?

"Dude, I don't care. Look at those boobs!"

"I heard she slept with a hundred men. Not surprised though…she's got the looks and curves."

"What a slut…"

"Right?"

I'm not! I'm a freaking virgin! My position hunched over even more. My dream of befriending people on my first day was gone. Just like that. Already ruined for my junior year… I bravely peeked at my watch. Three more minutes until the bell….

"I think she beat up a lot of kids before."

"Not surprised…with her reputation ahah…"

"Mhm. I think she hangs out with the good-for-nothing kids, just to be cool."

"Ewww. She's one of them?"

I can survive this. This is nothing. Rumors started overflowing once I paid attention. Two and a half more minutes left. So close.

"Wait, so she's a delinquent?"

"Yea…"

"But she was at the top of the sophomore list. Perfect score!"

"Well but there are rumors that she cheated or something. You know how her family's rich and all? I think her dad bribed the teachers."

Tears were threatening to flow out of my eyes. I remembered I put a whole month's worth of studies for the final exam. I didn't cheat. I worked so hard.

"Dude, no one gets her. She doesn't socialize with anyone easily."

"Yea I can tell. I wouldn't hang out with her. Geez what a hard person."

My lips trembled. I'm not….

"THEN SAY YOU'RE NOT, GOSH DARN IT!"

My eyes looked up in shock. The whispers died. A voice rang out in front of my desk. A guy with black, raven hair appeared, his matching eyes looked at me furiously. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" He demanded.

"W-w-what?" …was all I could manage.

"I SAID, TO SAY YOU'RE NOT A HARD PERSON! DON'T LET THE RUMORS JUST FLY AROUND!"

"…" I was too taken aback to reply.

"YOU!" He pointed at me. "YOU'RE GOING TO BE MY FRIEND!"

Wait what? Friend? You are? Really? I could feel my eyes sucking back my tears.

Silence filled the room. Then a birth of whispers flowed through the room.

"What the heck? That Gray!"

"Some nerves he has! You think he just wants to do her?"

"Who wants to bet that he'll be punched in a few seconds?"

"Oh me!"

Snickers emerged too. I wildly looked around. There was only one minute before the bell. And it already escalated this quick. I glared at the boy, but he only bowed and stuck his hand in between us.

"I'M GRAY FULLBUSTER! PLEASE BECOME MY FRIEND, LUCY HEA—!"

"NO!" I shrieked and slammed my hand into the wall next to us. Woops. It made a giant dent. The guy named Gray stumbled back in surprise, a little awed at my strength. The whole class fell silent again.

I stood up. "Go away." Don't go away!

"No." His eyes stayed determined. Yay!

"Fine brat. I will." No! I'm not! Nooooo! I didn't mean to call you a brat! ButI stalked across the room as people made way for me. Noo stop me! Wahhh! What on earth am I doing?! Without surprise, no one stopped me.

As I was a safe distance away, I heard a new eruption of rumors.

"What the hell? He didn't get a black eye?"

"Dude! Give me your five dollars! She didn't hit him!"

"I said five cents you idiot!"

My eyes couldn't suck back my tears anymore. They're right…I'm such a jerk. And so I headed towards the nurse's office.

Ding! Ding! Ding!