A/N: I am just oh SO full of Angst. CAN YOU FEEL IT BABY?! lol
Chapter one
-Link, meet the new kid.-
"Hyrule High....how I loathe you" Link said quietly, entering the high school without enthusiasm. "Only one more year, and I will never have to deal with you again."
Link, sure he was popular, but he couldn't give a damn about what anyone thought of him. He was well known throughout the whole school, but not for being the captain of the football team, more for being the tall dark and mysterious type, as well as a handsome Hyrulian. He despised all that were known as jocks. He often avoided the popular crowd. Actually, Link avoided most people, and was not one to talk much or smile often. None really understood this enigma that was Link, and no one really cared after awhile. The fact that no one cared hurt Link more than most people knew, and more than he allowed for many to see. Link wasn't normal, and therefore had to be an outcast to maintain the social standards of perfection in the suburban area of the country called Hyrule.
Link wore black. There wasn't much that one could say other than he wore black. The dark shade of his outfit often portrayed his mood, though his deep blue eyes often told just enough of a warning for many to stay away. Besides black, silver was a beautiful little highlighter for the edges of his clothing, and the belt around his waist could not have looked better in any color other than solid gray. His hair was choppy, and unevenly cut. Wild strands often fell into his face, which he bothered not, for he had given up that battle long ago.
Link walked down the long hall, staring at the ground as a sad and failing attempt to try to avoid any conversation or conflict he may come across. But, no matter how hard he tried, the dying and pitiful checkered tile floor was almost as boring as his teachers. He stopped at his locker, putting in some books and taking out others. He sighed as he looked at the stickers in his locker. "Another Day Another Death" one read, and he smirked before slamming it shut.
He walked along, pretending to be absorbed in a novel he carried, when someone tapped him on the shoulder. The teen turned around, a bit surprised anyone would talk to him, but yet not, because it was almost the same thing every morning, with the same annoyingly happy voice in his ringing ears. To his dismay, it was, indeed, yet another 'popular' cheerleader, and much to his hate, it was Malon.
"What do you want?" He stated the question, rather than asked. She giggled at his harsh tone of voice.
"Oh silly!" She said, "I just wanted to give you this." Malon handed him an invitation to an open-house party starting on Friday. He took one look at the flyer, crumbled it up, and tossed it into the nearest garbage can, heading on his way.
Everyone had to go to homeroom at the beginning of the first day of the second half of the school year, to receive their program schedules and be ready for the rest of that term It was almost ridiculous to cut the school year in half, and give the students different teachers halfway through, but that's how it was done, how it was always done, and it would continue that way, no matter how pitiful it was. Link, as usual, sat in the back as the teacher called out the attendance. He looked around with distaste, once again, for the room was filled with preppy chicks giving him side glances, and a few jocks obviously enjoying their little pointless conversations with these stupid air headed idiots.
"Link?" the teacher called out.
"Here." Link spoke. The teacher checked off his name from the list and went back to checking the attendance.
"Yo, Link, word." Mido, who suddenly walked up to him trying to be a white gangster, had said something particularly stupid this morning. Link rolled his eyes, having to deal with this for, what seemed to be his whole life. Link used to live in a peaceful neighborhood, and Mido actually used to be a good guy, until he discovered rap music. 'Rap music.' Link inwardly scoffed. 'That term is a paradox.'
"Please Mido... go away." Link's quiet words echoed in the hollow skull of the 'gangster', and Link began rubbing his temples attempting to massage away the upcoming headache. Mido did a peace sign and walked away, pulling up his extremely ridiculous looking, and falling, gangster jeans.
'How can people actually wear that?' Link thought to himself, but only shrugged.
"Excuse me class, I would like your attention!" the teacher yelled above the noise. Link looked up, expecting to hear another stupid announcement made by the administrator of this stupid school, but to his surprise, he saw a new student standing by the desk.
"This is Zelda; she's a new student to this school. You will be kind to her, and help her if she somehow gets lost." The teacher said, the monotone voice resembling a dull drone of a thousand bees. Link couldn't help but grin and think, 'Oh that would be deliciously frightening, AND painful.'
Link examined this girl, but what surprised him was the fact that she was beautiful, and yet mysterious, as well as Hyrulian. Her hair was tied in a bun, a silver wire-frame spiked choker around her neck, black nails, deep red shirt and dark blue jeans. She wore a black belt full of holes, and a chain hung from it. She wore dirty used army boots, similar to his own, and around her wrists were tons of black rubber bracelets. She looked around the classroom with as much enthusiasm as rock, but her eyebrows shot up, very slightly, with surprise when her eyes locked with his.
Zelda's eyes were a deep blue, her skin extremely fair. She smirked and he looked away.
"Zelda..." the teacher asked for the third time, and she snapped her head to attention.
"Yes?" Zelda asked.
"Please... sit down." The teacher looked, and sounded, annoyed, so Zelda retreated.
Zelda rolled her eyes, and attempted to work her way through the crowd. 'Craptacular...' Link thought as he watched her. 'Could she be headed here?' He thought. Link knew he wasn't much of a people person, and he just skimmed through his algebra book again, watching Zelda through the corner of his eyes.
She attempted to make her way through the crowd, but a goron/jock stepped in front of her.
"Hello babe..." he said, looking at her from head to toe, stopping for a second at her chest, then back to her face."I see you're new here. You know... you and I, we could be friends. Close friends..." Before he could finish, Zelda grabbed him by the collar and yanked his face closer to his so that they could look eye to eye.
"I'm going to repeat this once" Zelda said. "I... have.... no... need... to... be... friends... with... the... likes... of... you." She then shoved him aside, heading back to her original destination. She was stopped in her tracks as the jock grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, forcing her to face him. "You obviously don't know who you are talkin to babe. I'm the captain of the football team, be my chick and you's could be popular bitch," his words were muttered through clenched teeth, and did not phase Zelda, who was feeling quite violent this morning. "Let go of my shoulder jackass," Zelda said angrily. Her hand clenched into a fist, but before she could react, someone tapped the jock on the shoulder.
"Hello Johnny," the voice said, before anyone could react, Johnny was picked up off the ground and thrown into a chair as though he were being interrogated.
"What were you doing Johnny? I thought you were supposed to be a role model for the freshmen..." the voice chuckled to itself and poked Johnny in the forehead with the butt of his pencil.
"Ah yes, you are an idiot."
"I ain't no idiot" Johnny said, and the high pitched squealing pulled all of their attentions to the slu---err---people behind them. "Link, like, we thought we, like, told you not to come, like, near us ever again. Like, get your scary ass, like, away from us!" The two preppy cheerleaders then jumped onto Johnny's lap and shooed Link away.
Link rolled his eyes, obviously laughing inwardly at the scared look that appeared in Johnny's eyes before the two other preps came to save him. Link walked away, brushing past Zelda, and back to his seat in the back. Zelda glanced back at Link, and then looked at the wannabe-gangster in front of her. 'What is he saying?' Zelda thought to herself, confused. 'It's just like those people in New York, before we moved here...'
"Yo, like, word up chick?! Wassup?! Yo, do yo wanna get yo pretty ass tehgether wif meh and go deh partay dat Malon is havin dis weekend? It be off the heazy-yo!" Mido said smoothly. Too bad Zelda had no clue about what he was saying.
"Um....24?" Zelda answered sarcastically, and headed toward the back of the room. She sat down beside Link, watching him seem so interested in his algebra book all of a sudden.
"What do you want?" Link asked coldly, but Zelda was use to this tone of voice.
"I wanted to thank you for saving m--" Zelda was interrupted when Link held up his hand as a sign for her to stop talking.
"The only thing I saved you from was being expelled," he said, obviously being the only one to see her fists clenched and shaking angrily.
"Oh...You're not like other people." Zelda thought out loud after looking at him for awhile.
Link looked at her, losing what he usually had. Patience. "Oh, what?! Am I supposed to be like other people? Am I supposed to be as stupid as the rest of them?!" He motioned toward the group of preps and jocks in the front. A surprised look crossed Zelda's face.
"I didn't mean to offend you Mr. Arrogance." Zelda whispered, obviously pissed off, and walked away to sit in a corner somewhere. She wasn't even sure if she used the word 'arrogant' right, but she didn't care.
Link inwardly slapped his forehead. 'That's why you're alone...because whoever tries to be nice to you, you chase away...' Link sighed. This was going to be a long year.
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Chapter one
-Link, meet the new kid.-
"Hyrule High....how I loathe you" Link said quietly, entering the high school without enthusiasm. "Only one more year, and I will never have to deal with you again."
Link, sure he was popular, but he couldn't give a damn about what anyone thought of him. He was well known throughout the whole school, but not for being the captain of the football team, more for being the tall dark and mysterious type, as well as a handsome Hyrulian. He despised all that were known as jocks. He often avoided the popular crowd. Actually, Link avoided most people, and was not one to talk much or smile often. None really understood this enigma that was Link, and no one really cared after awhile. The fact that no one cared hurt Link more than most people knew, and more than he allowed for many to see. Link wasn't normal, and therefore had to be an outcast to maintain the social standards of perfection in the suburban area of the country called Hyrule.
Link wore black. There wasn't much that one could say other than he wore black. The dark shade of his outfit often portrayed his mood, though his deep blue eyes often told just enough of a warning for many to stay away. Besides black, silver was a beautiful little highlighter for the edges of his clothing, and the belt around his waist could not have looked better in any color other than solid gray. His hair was choppy, and unevenly cut. Wild strands often fell into his face, which he bothered not, for he had given up that battle long ago.
Link walked down the long hall, staring at the ground as a sad and failing attempt to try to avoid any conversation or conflict he may come across. But, no matter how hard he tried, the dying and pitiful checkered tile floor was almost as boring as his teachers. He stopped at his locker, putting in some books and taking out others. He sighed as he looked at the stickers in his locker. "Another Day Another Death" one read, and he smirked before slamming it shut.
He walked along, pretending to be absorbed in a novel he carried, when someone tapped him on the shoulder. The teen turned around, a bit surprised anyone would talk to him, but yet not, because it was almost the same thing every morning, with the same annoyingly happy voice in his ringing ears. To his dismay, it was, indeed, yet another 'popular' cheerleader, and much to his hate, it was Malon.
"What do you want?" He stated the question, rather than asked. She giggled at his harsh tone of voice.
"Oh silly!" She said, "I just wanted to give you this." Malon handed him an invitation to an open-house party starting on Friday. He took one look at the flyer, crumbled it up, and tossed it into the nearest garbage can, heading on his way.
Everyone had to go to homeroom at the beginning of the first day of the second half of the school year, to receive their program schedules and be ready for the rest of that term It was almost ridiculous to cut the school year in half, and give the students different teachers halfway through, but that's how it was done, how it was always done, and it would continue that way, no matter how pitiful it was. Link, as usual, sat in the back as the teacher called out the attendance. He looked around with distaste, once again, for the room was filled with preppy chicks giving him side glances, and a few jocks obviously enjoying their little pointless conversations with these stupid air headed idiots.
"Link?" the teacher called out.
"Here." Link spoke. The teacher checked off his name from the list and went back to checking the attendance.
"Yo, Link, word." Mido, who suddenly walked up to him trying to be a white gangster, had said something particularly stupid this morning. Link rolled his eyes, having to deal with this for, what seemed to be his whole life. Link used to live in a peaceful neighborhood, and Mido actually used to be a good guy, until he discovered rap music. 'Rap music.' Link inwardly scoffed. 'That term is a paradox.'
"Please Mido... go away." Link's quiet words echoed in the hollow skull of the 'gangster', and Link began rubbing his temples attempting to massage away the upcoming headache. Mido did a peace sign and walked away, pulling up his extremely ridiculous looking, and falling, gangster jeans.
'How can people actually wear that?' Link thought to himself, but only shrugged.
"Excuse me class, I would like your attention!" the teacher yelled above the noise. Link looked up, expecting to hear another stupid announcement made by the administrator of this stupid school, but to his surprise, he saw a new student standing by the desk.
"This is Zelda; she's a new student to this school. You will be kind to her, and help her if she somehow gets lost." The teacher said, the monotone voice resembling a dull drone of a thousand bees. Link couldn't help but grin and think, 'Oh that would be deliciously frightening, AND painful.'
Link examined this girl, but what surprised him was the fact that she was beautiful, and yet mysterious, as well as Hyrulian. Her hair was tied in a bun, a silver wire-frame spiked choker around her neck, black nails, deep red shirt and dark blue jeans. She wore a black belt full of holes, and a chain hung from it. She wore dirty used army boots, similar to his own, and around her wrists were tons of black rubber bracelets. She looked around the classroom with as much enthusiasm as rock, but her eyebrows shot up, very slightly, with surprise when her eyes locked with his.
Zelda's eyes were a deep blue, her skin extremely fair. She smirked and he looked away.
"Zelda..." the teacher asked for the third time, and she snapped her head to attention.
"Yes?" Zelda asked.
"Please... sit down." The teacher looked, and sounded, annoyed, so Zelda retreated.
Zelda rolled her eyes, and attempted to work her way through the crowd. 'Craptacular...' Link thought as he watched her. 'Could she be headed here?' He thought. Link knew he wasn't much of a people person, and he just skimmed through his algebra book again, watching Zelda through the corner of his eyes.
She attempted to make her way through the crowd, but a goron/jock stepped in front of her.
"Hello babe..." he said, looking at her from head to toe, stopping for a second at her chest, then back to her face."I see you're new here. You know... you and I, we could be friends. Close friends..." Before he could finish, Zelda grabbed him by the collar and yanked his face closer to his so that they could look eye to eye.
"I'm going to repeat this once" Zelda said. "I... have.... no... need... to... be... friends... with... the... likes... of... you." She then shoved him aside, heading back to her original destination. She was stopped in her tracks as the jock grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, forcing her to face him. "You obviously don't know who you are talkin to babe. I'm the captain of the football team, be my chick and you's could be popular bitch," his words were muttered through clenched teeth, and did not phase Zelda, who was feeling quite violent this morning. "Let go of my shoulder jackass," Zelda said angrily. Her hand clenched into a fist, but before she could react, someone tapped the jock on the shoulder.
"Hello Johnny," the voice said, before anyone could react, Johnny was picked up off the ground and thrown into a chair as though he were being interrogated.
"What were you doing Johnny? I thought you were supposed to be a role model for the freshmen..." the voice chuckled to itself and poked Johnny in the forehead with the butt of his pencil.
"Ah yes, you are an idiot."
"I ain't no idiot" Johnny said, and the high pitched squealing pulled all of their attentions to the slu---err---people behind them. "Link, like, we thought we, like, told you not to come, like, near us ever again. Like, get your scary ass, like, away from us!" The two preppy cheerleaders then jumped onto Johnny's lap and shooed Link away.
Link rolled his eyes, obviously laughing inwardly at the scared look that appeared in Johnny's eyes before the two other preps came to save him. Link walked away, brushing past Zelda, and back to his seat in the back. Zelda glanced back at Link, and then looked at the wannabe-gangster in front of her. 'What is he saying?' Zelda thought to herself, confused. 'It's just like those people in New York, before we moved here...'
"Yo, like, word up chick?! Wassup?! Yo, do yo wanna get yo pretty ass tehgether wif meh and go deh partay dat Malon is havin dis weekend? It be off the heazy-yo!" Mido said smoothly. Too bad Zelda had no clue about what he was saying.
"Um....24?" Zelda answered sarcastically, and headed toward the back of the room. She sat down beside Link, watching him seem so interested in his algebra book all of a sudden.
"What do you want?" Link asked coldly, but Zelda was use to this tone of voice.
"I wanted to thank you for saving m--" Zelda was interrupted when Link held up his hand as a sign for her to stop talking.
"The only thing I saved you from was being expelled," he said, obviously being the only one to see her fists clenched and shaking angrily.
"Oh...You're not like other people." Zelda thought out loud after looking at him for awhile.
Link looked at her, losing what he usually had. Patience. "Oh, what?! Am I supposed to be like other people? Am I supposed to be as stupid as the rest of them?!" He motioned toward the group of preps and jocks in the front. A surprised look crossed Zelda's face.
"I didn't mean to offend you Mr. Arrogance." Zelda whispered, obviously pissed off, and walked away to sit in a corner somewhere. She wasn't even sure if she used the word 'arrogant' right, but she didn't care.
Link inwardly slapped his forehead. 'That's why you're alone...because whoever tries to be nice to you, you chase away...' Link sighed. This was going to be a long year.
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