*briiiiiiiiing*

The school bell rang, signalling the end of class. Flurries of students rushed out of classrooms. I quietly gathered my belongings together and peered out into the hall. Crowded. Ugh. I squirmed my way through people until I reached my locker, which someone thought it was a good idea to spray graffiti on. I opened the locker door angrily.

"Hey you." My best- and only friend, Amy, popped out of nowhere.

"Hey." I replied in a monotone.

Amy looked at the front of my locker. "Oh, come on. Don't even worry about those guys, they're just too stupid for their own good."

I smiled faintly. "Thanks for trying to help but I guess their stupidity is just getting to me more today."

"Violet.." She started to say. "I-it's nothing, really. Guess I slept on the wrong side of the bed or something."

"Mmm." Was the response I got. She didn't believe me at all.

"Anyway, enough about me, what did you just have?" Amy hesitated before answering.

"Science. Nothing too special." After a moment she also added. "Look, are you sure you're okay? You can talk to me, Violet. I'm your friend."

I fiddled with my papers. "I'll be fine Amy, okay? Just a bad day."

"Okay."

Amy's watch beeped. "Oh crap! Is it that time already? Sorry Vi, I've gotta dash to the volleyball tryouts. Catch up with you later." And with that she half jogged to the gym. I admired her confidence, really. I can't do sports worth anything. I don't look peppy like she does either, with my purple tipped, long, black hair and dark eyes. While she had blonde and blue eyes. I always wondered how we got along, we both had a thing for criticising books I guess.
I closed up my locker and went for a walk around the school. I circled the field a number of times and ended up by the benches behind the school.

"Well lookie what we have here." Jason, one of the big football players cracked his knuckles. A boy in a white hoodie stared right back at him.

"A bloody knucklehead, that's what." He spat back. Jason immediately grabbed him by the scruff of his collar.

"What the hell did you just say to me?!"

"I said you're a bloody knucklehead, asshole!" Jason swung back his fist, ready to punch him when I yelled.

"Hey! Piss off Jason. You don't need to kill the guy!"

The boy twitched.

Jason turned his gaze towards me instead, angry like a bull. "You'll regret this, bookworm." He pushed his way through me and stormed inside, fuming.

"Are you ok?" The boy dusted himself off, glancing at me momentarily.

"Um, yeah. I should ask you the same thing." I got a better look at him now. Pitch black hair, and a white face with scars curving away from his lips. "I'm fine" he answered, turning his dark ringed eyes on me once more.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"What?" He stopped.

"It's a simple question. Who are you?" I lent out my hand.

"I'm Jeff." He shook my hand cautiously.

"Violet."

We stood there awkwardly for a second.

"You shouldn't worry about him." I blurted out. Jeff raised an eyebrow. "He's just a prick, is all." I finished. Great. Now I made a fool of myself in front of someone who didn't think I'm such a loser.

"He is, isn't he?" Jeff mused.

I changed the topic. "I haven't seen you around at all, are you new?"

"Kind of." He replied.

"Heh, who knows then, we might have some classes together once you figure everything out."

Jeff smiled, stretching his scars a bit. "We could."

The bell rang. "Oh.. Well guess I have to go then, see you around?" I inched towards the door.

"Definitely." Jeff waved and turned the corner.

I walked with a skip in my step to class. Had I made a new friend? He didn't seem so bad. I walked past Jason, who only glared at me. I simply smiled and kept on waking. I wondered when I would see him again. Maybe tomorrow, I thought happily.

Jeff lingered by the corner. Who was that girl? She called herself Violet, but he could see something different about her. What was it? Jeff twiddled the knife in his hands. It was on he tip of his tongue! He pushed himself away from the wall. He would come back tomorrow, only once, to see if his superstition was right. Jeff flipped his hood on and blended into the shadows.