I had this chapter written already, I couldn't resist. :3

I already put the rating/warnings on the first chapter. Go back and read it if you haven't already.

~Infinity Guitars

When Opposites Attract - Chapter 2

The shouts of my alarm clock rudely awoke me from my sleep, and I groaned, fumbling for the off switch for a few moments, before finally shutting it off. I wanted to pull my pillow over my head, but I sat up instead, finally noticing the time. "Crap!" I muttered, pulling on my favorite burgundy sweater. I hopped into the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth and hair simultaneously, trying not to spill any toothpaste on myself.

Rushing back into my room, I tugged on a pair of skinny jeans, and laced up my black converse, before throwing a few clips in my hair, and slinging my backpack over my shoulder. I bounded into the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar before hurriedly leaving my house. I didn't want to be late on my first day of school; that wasn't a good first impression at all.

I inwardly cursed at myself, regretting turning Giggles down for her offer to show me around the school. She'd probably have given me a ride, but now her tiny car was nowhere in sight. With a sigh, I hitched my backpack higher on my shoulder, and started to run down the street. The wind whipped at my face, making my hair fly around wildly. I kept a steady pace anyway, and soon found myself in front of the school.

I burst into the main building, and a woman at the front desk looked up at me with violet eyes, blowing her short and curly purple hair out of her face.

"Ah... hi. I'm the new student, F-flaky." I stuttered, struggling to regain my breath.

"Just call me Lammy, dear." she said politely, and she turned to get a manila file in the desk behind her.

I waited patiently, noticing a plastic pickle sitting atop her desk. It had a top hat and a pair of googly eyes pasted onto the surface. I arched an eyebrow, poking the pickle to have it squeak in protest. It must have been a stress doll. I quickly withdrew my hand, seeing Lammy turn around.

"Here you go, Flaky." she said, handing me a schedule. I took it gratefully, timidly smiling at Lammy.

"Th-thank you."

She waved me along, with a motherly look of worry in her young eyes. "Go on, now. You're late for class."

I felt my face turn bright red as I travelled down the halls, searching for my homeroom. Despite my efforts, I was still late for school. I hoped my teacher wouldn't make a fuss about it, since it was my first day.

After walking down halls and trudging up stairways, I finally reached the door that read Room 208. I opened it as quietly as I could, but everyone instantly looked towards the doorway anyway. I sighed, opening the door fully, and stepped inside. The teacher introduced himself as Mr. S. He was gangly, and had a periwinkle pair of eyes behind thick glasses, with short, well kept hair to match. He also had a very large nose. I struggled not to laugh.

"Ah, you must be the new student. Class, this is Flaky."

I was met with a chorus of Hello's and Hi's. The teacher handed me a textbook, and a paper that said: "Welcome To Chemistry: Course 3." So I was placed in the advanced chemistry class. I mean, that was fine with me; I understood everything. But I didn't work well in high pressure situations. Especially the ones that involved explosive chemicals.

"Why don't you sit over... there?"

I looked to where Mr. S. pointed, to see an empty lab table. I glanced back at him in confusion.

"I-It's empty..."

"Your partner isn't here right now, he left class. I'm sure he'll be alright tomorrow."

"Alright? What do you mean...?" I trailed off; seeing Mr. S. was suddenly involved in whatever was on his clipboard. I sighed, and walked down the aisle to my seat, feeling everyone watch me as I did so. I let my hair cover my face, averting my eyes from every person in the room for the rest of class.

I looked over to the other seat, where my partner was supposed to be. Where did he go? And what did Mr. S. mean by "alright"? I thought, noticing a few stray marks on the wooden part of the table. I investigated further, and I saw deep cuts and gashes in the wood. I held back a gasp, inching back in my chair. Whoever my partner was, he obviously wasn't happy in class. What the hell happened?

I looked back up to the board, and frantically scribbled down the notes that were there in my notebook. The other students were already done with their work, and they idly chatted with each other, waiting for the bell to ring. I finished up the notes, and shut my notebook, only to drop my pencil in my haste.

I blinked in surprise when I saw my pencil being handed back to me. The boy was sitting at the table across the aisle from mine. His bright yellow eyes looked like stars, almost, and his hair was as yellow as my pencil. He wore a yellow hoodie, jeans, and strangely, a pair of pink bunny slippers. I blinked in surprise at his kindness, taking the pencil.

"T-thank you!"

"No problem, Flaky. I'm Cuddles." he said, smiling politely.

"And I'm Splendid!" the enthusiastic boy next to Cuddles said. He had blue hair and eyes, and a red cape on... did the people here always wear peculiar clothes?

"Giggles told me all about you yesterday." Cuddles continued, laughing. "You really are shy!"

I nervously looked away, causing Cuddles to immediately take back what he said, a nervous expression replacing the joking one on his face. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean it"-

His apology was interrupted by the bell ringing, and the other students happily leapt up from their chairs, filing out into the hall.

"I know you didn't." I looked up, twiddling my thumbs. "I-It's alright." I mumbled, gathering my things. Cuddles gave me a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. Everyone here's nice."

"What about my partner?" I asked curiously, following him out into the hall. Cuddles paused, something flashing across his features that I didn't understand.

"...most of the time. Just be careful around him, alright?" he asked, suddenly all seriousness.

"O-okay."

"Cuddles!"

We both turned to see Giggles skipping down the hall at lightning speed, her hair flying behind her gracefully. She skidded to a stop in front of us both, and I gaped at her in surprise.

"Hey Giggles." he smiled at her, and I noticed her cheeks redden slightly before she turned to me.

"How was your first day so far, Flaky?"

"Not that bad." I shrugged. Giggles looped her arm with mine, and pulled me down the hall with Cuddles.

"Great! Because I know something that'll make it better!" she sang.

Oh joy... "What is it?" I asked, cringing.

"You're in my next class! Isn't that great?"

"O-oh. Yeah! Great!" I sputtered, giving her the biggest smile I could manage. Cuddles chuckled at my response, obviously seeing right through me. Giggles opened up a classroom door, taking a huge, dramatic breath.

"Ah, drama class! Can't you smell the pirated literature? The fake creativity? The washed up dreams? The"-

"You're adorable." Cuddles said simply, making Giggles turn bright red.

Well that shut her up... I thought in surprise, smiling at them both before I walked into class. It was obvious they liked each other. Whether or not they made it public, despite how obvious it was, I didn't know. It was my first day in school, and I'd already witnessed some form of drama outside of drama class. To me, that was not a good sign.

The teacher greeted me quietly, leaning against his desk. His hair was an identical purple to Lammy's, the same with his eyes. But his face looked sort of pale, like he just witnessed a crime. He wore a simple black and white striped shirt, and jeans.

"I'm Mr. M. But I let everyone call me Mime."

"Hi Mr.- Mime." I said, not used to calling a teacher by their first name. I could tell he was laid back already. That meant this class was practically a free period, and everyone would probably do whatever they wanted, without getting in trouble.

I liked him already.

Giggles quickly walked into the classroom, her cheeks still red, and she sat me at a desk next to hers. A girl looked back at me, and Giggles nodded her over with a smile.

"Flaky, this is Petunia." she said, laughing.

"Nice to meet you!" she said politely, and I noticed that she enunciated every word perfectly. With Giggles, everything was a spastic run-on sentence.

Petunia had long wavy blue hair, with a lighter blue streak going down the middle. She styled it in a side ponytail that reached her midsection, with not a hair out of place. Petunia kept a flower neatly tucked in her hair, and she wore a necklace with a pine tree charm on it. Her eyes were a deep blue that matched her hair. She also smelled faintly of pine car freshener, for some reason.

"Nice to meet you too." I replied, and she poked at my hair. "...what are you d-doing?"

"Counting the clips in your hair." she said. I looked to Giggles for help, and she mouthed: "OCD."

Petunia had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, apparently. That explained her need to count the clips in my hair. I blinked as she took one out, handing it to me.

"Sorry about that... by the way, you now have four clips in your hair." she stated, before smiling and turning back to her desk.

Giggles laughed at me, and I sighed, tucking the clip into my pocket. She hated uneven numbers too, I guessed. Suddenly the door creaked open, and Mime smiled over at whoever stood there. I couldn't see them because the door was blocking my view.

"Hello! Glad you're back, have a seat."

A black combat boot stepped out, followed by another. My eyes trailed up to see a green-haired guy clad in... well, almost army gear. He wore camouflage pants, a simple black t-shirt revealing his muscular arms, had dog tags hanging from his neck, and I saw the glint of a diamond stud in one of his ears.

He turned into the room, and looked at me in surprise, obviously not expecting me to be there. He cautiously walked down the aisle, stopping in front of Giggles' desk.

"Giggles, who is this?" he asked.

She blinked, smiling over at me. "That's Flaky."

"H-hi..." I stuttered as his emerald green eyes locked with mine. He smiled warmly, taking my hand.

"Hello. I'm Flippy."