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CHAPTER 2: Stealing hearts (Mar'i POV)
Okay Mar'i, you can do this, you pestered about going here so get your act together. I inwardly scolded myself as I reached the school gates.
"Jump City Academy." I whispered to myself, reading the intricate golden plack on the wall.
Hesitantly, I walked into the building.
To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. I'd prepared myself for the joys of high school by watching countless movies about people getting put in lockers and getting their heads flushed down toilets, but this place was nothing like this.
Then again, this is the real world, not a movie set.
Sure you had the jock figures that wolf whistled as I walked passed, the people who were fake tanned and beauty obsessed but not necessarily blonde like the films. You had the supposed 'nerds' who didn't have the thick rimmed glasses, braces and acne. They were just normal people. And I wasn't the stereotypical new girl who got lost and got picked on straight away.
To be honest I was pretty much ignored. Not because people were trying to make things harder for me, no, it was just because they were so wrapped up in their own dramas to care.
This is real, and the closest to normal that I'd ever get with, you know, dying and being half alien with part time superhero parents.
The loud shriek of the bell interrupted my thoughts. Taking out the timetable my dad gave me, I made my way to my first lesson. After a little difficulty, I found the correct room; 'English room U56, Mr Hendrick".
I walked in slowly and caught my reflection in the window; I smile at myself in positivity. Today is going to be a great day.
I wait a moment for most people to sit down so that I knew which desks were free. I decide to take one from the back so that less attention is on me. The back of the room were filled with empty seats, only one boy was sat amongst them.
I couldn't make out his face since his head was down as he carved his name into the desk with a ruler. Wow, classy.
I walk passed him to my seat, looking at his carving as I did. 'Damon' itread with a smiley face. He obviously didn't notice my presence as his head stayed down towards the desk.
Sitting down at the desk directly behind him against the wall, I study the back of his head. The back of his head was pretty damn attractive (if they even can be).
Okay cute guy in my new class, maybe some of this was like a click flick after all.
I smile to myself and pull out my things, listening to the teacher begin to talk as the later people hustled into the classroom.
Damon's POV
Yeah Mr Hendrick, we know the importance of presentation, get on with it! I roll my eyes in frustration as he continues to drone on about how colour coordination in paperwork helps to boost grades. Is anyone actually listening to this garbage?
I take out a ruler and start scratching off the paintwork on the side of my desk in boredom. His speech emotionally draining me, I lean backward into my chair and stretch my arms over my head over the desk behind me, like I do every lesson. However a small "ouch" stopped me mid stretch. I realise that the spot behind me that had always been empty, had been filled, and I'd hit this person in the face with my arm. Feeling terrible I spin around in my chair to apologise.
That's when I saw her.
The most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life.
She had wavy, soft black hair as dark as the night's sky that leaned against her thin shoulders and ended a couple of inches from her hips. Her bangs lay side swept over her right eye and across her delicate face. Her skin was abnormally pale with little colour flushed over her cheeks. But over all of that, it was her eyes that captivated me the most. They were not only the most beautiful shade of forest green that I had ever laid eyes on, but they were also filled with a vivid curiosity but also a spark of pain that pulled you in. She quite literally took my breath away, and I didn't even know her name.
I shook my head a couple of times to bring myself from my daze. In doing so I realised that her beautiful green eyes were blinking back at me in confusion and curiosity. Quickly, I realise that I hadn't apologised for hitting her in the face and I begin to fumble over my words.
"Hi um I'm sorry that I just, ya know, pretty much punched you. It's just that nobody has ever sat there the whole year and I didn't expect a new person. Well I'm assuming that you're new since I haven't seen you around before. I'd remember a face like yours because well, it's nice and-" her melodic laughter cuts me off from my idiotic rambling. "Um yeah." I finish lamely, trying to ignore that wave of embarrassment that hit me.
"It's okay." She chuckles before holding out her hand, "I'm Mar'i, Mar'i Grayson."
"Damon Hale" I reply, talking her hand and shaking it gently. She looked so fragile, like any application of pressure could crush her.
"Right everyone!" I hear Mr Hendrick speak up. "Take notes on the following video about the importance of metaphors in poetry."
I turn away from the green eyed beauty behind me and begin to scramble for my pen and paper in my pockets. I never have been the most organised person in the world, but hey, I was no slacker.
My fingers finally find my pen. Fumbling in my haste I pull the lid a little too violently and fling my pen across the room.
Get your head in the game Hale. I scold myself. Yes you have just met an extremely attractive and funny, new, real girl, but focus!
I slowly turn around again back to Mar'i.
"Hey again. Um..." I start, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. "Can I borrow a pen please?"
I'm such an idiot...
She raises an eyebrow quizzically. "So you hit me in the face then ask to use my equipment?" she crosses her arms over her chest and smirks, "you're not one for first impressions are you?"
I'm taken back by her eyes as they glimmer with childlike playfulness. I smirk back, "Well I'm sorry. Now...pen?" I plead with a grin.
Laughing she takes pity on me and hold out a pen.
"Thank you" I take it from her grasp. Not to sound corny like we're in some kind of crappy chick flick, but I swear that I felt a shock of electricity flow through my arm as my skin touched hers.
I look up at her one more time; I just can't take my eyes away. Its sounds cliché but I really have never seen anyone like her. Everyone in this school was the same. Fake hair, fake eyelashes, spoilt bitches who would only flirt with you then dump your ass when you didn't put out. She seemed...real.
Her adorable giggle broke me out of my trance. "Why are you staring at me?"
Oops.
"Um well I, you, um" I stumble, only to be interrupted by Mr Hendrick's monotone voice.
"Mr Hale are you quite finished flirting?" his voice droned.
"No Sir! I mean that's not what I was- I um, sorry Sir" I mumble, blushing as the rest of the class stared at me.
"Ahhh that's right." He continued looking straight at Mar'i. "You're the new student I presume. You are?" he paused for her name.
"A complete babe!" some asshole shouts from across the room, earning him a chorus of laughter from the other guys in the class.
What a douche, you haven't even taken the time to get to know her.
I turn back to Mar'i who has sunk lower into her chair and looking into her hands, her cheeks flushed a violent red.
"My name is Mar'i Grayson." She spoke quietly after the laughter had died down.
"Well, Miss Grayson it's a pleasure." He nodded as she nodded in thanks. "Now," he paused before continuing "on with lesson".
A/N:And that, my dear children, is how high school really is xD No chick flicks here.
Soooo, Damon and Mar'i hitting it off ;) Interesting...
Just a note that Damon is my own character, but he is based on Damien from the comics (Bruce's biological son) as I am aware that Damien and Mar'i have romantic relations in the comics. But Damon in this story is not related to Bruce in any way for reasons later.
