The Pretty, The Popular, The Perfect and the Peculiar Girl

Summary: I'm a pretty girl, everyone wants to date me, kiss me or fuck me. I'm a popular girl, I have to be fun, a bitch and have all the best parties. I'm a perfect girl, I have to be a good student, daughter, girl, no failure allowed. I'm a peculiar girl, I can't have any friends and I have to be mental. Tell me am I allowed to be just a girl?LeoxOc RaphxOC DonniexOC MikeyxOC,4 OCs

The Pretty Girl

'Our souls already know each other, don't they?' he whispered. 'It's our bodies that are new.' – Karen Ross

She rushed them to the kitchen and locked the door. She wasn't sure what it was, but she didn't feel like parting with her new friend just yet. Friend. That wasn't the word. He was…he wasn't human for sure. She wasn't sure what he was. Yet she didn't feel like screaming, and she surely wasn't disgusted. Since she was a child she was draw to art. Not that she could draw or do anything aside from dancing that would be considered art, but she was always enjoying it and adored it.

He, whoever he was, was for sure a masterpiece. She felt as if it was a dream. Why did she feel so light all of the sudden. Why was he so beautiful? He was truly a work of art as if someone had made him over lonely nights in an old work shop. What a strange thought. Perhaps she was truly going mad.

She stopped in front of him, 'Have we met before?'

Yes, of course. The urge. The strange urge as if they had already stood face to face. She caught in the light of such beauty.

He shook his head. He was so tense. Why was he so afraid? She didn't mean to hurt him. She wouldn't let them in. She wouldn't let anyone else see him if that was what he was afraid of. Couldn't he see how completely astonished she was by him.

She took another step closer, and he quick took a step back. She chuckled. Sure, she wasn't no flower, but she would think someone with such great abs and two katanas would have been the one that was afraid.

She took another step closer slowly biting her lip looking at him. He didn't know what to make out of her. It was an accident that he ran into her. He saw her before walking down the streets at night with other girls or boys, but she didn't see him. She never saw him, so why was she asking. Why was she coming closer? Why was she so beautiful? Why wasn't she screaming and running for the hills? Why did she save him?

He swallowed hard as she stood just a single step away. He could feel her breath on his chest and her warm on his skin. It was intimidating.

'Can I touch you?' she asked, and he barely held back the hysterical chuckle.

What does she want? Why is she doing this?

He wanted her to start screaming. He wanted her to run away because that he understood. He was prepared for that his whole life. Not this! This wasn't right! This was not the way people react! This was not how such beautiful creatures should react when they see something as hideous as him.

'Please,' she whispered, and he barely contained himself. He wasn't sure what he would do, but how can this little creature have such an immediate effect on him. How can her single whisper cause him to want to obey and worship her at her alter?

He has to take everything in him to move his head just then to approve her request. She very gently let the fingers of her right hand trace his large thumb. He didn't dare the move even when he felt her soft skin touch his. He looked up. He couldn't watch her with his heart beating like a drum so loud she could probably hear it. He wasn't a complete stranger to human contact, but that was different that was fighting this was…this was not like anything he ever felt. Why was she doing this?

He couldn't look at her, but he felt her fingers slowly run their course though his hand up to his arm, elbow until suddenly they were gone, and he left out an almost relieved breath until he felt them again on his chest. His chest flinched under her touch, and she briefly leaned away before she looked up at him.

'Is it still okay?'

He swallowed so hard she could see his Adam apple move and smile before she returned to her little examination. It was so beautiful. She felt so liberating knowing that she was touching something no other has ever touched before her.

When she reached the place of his heart, she pressed her palm against it feeling how hard it was beating against her chest. She knew this reaction all too well. She caused it in many boys and men and sometimes even girls. It made her always feel powerful a bit knowing she could do that to them, yet this felt different she felt in control yet she didn't want to be the one that was forcing him like this.

She kept her hand there before she took his large hand and placed it against her small chest behind which her heart was hidden.

He finally looked down at her utterly confused and scared, 'W-what are you doing?' he asked hating the way his voice shook.

'I'm not afraid so please don't be either.'

'I…I'm not afraid,' he told her wanting nothing more than to pulled his hand away. She was looking into his eyes, and he knew she was aware of the lie. She waited. What was she waiting for? Why was she so beautiful? Why wasn't she screaming yet?

She let go of his hand, and he took several steps back making some space between them.

'What's your name?' she asked softly suddenly looking a little bit of sad.

'Leonardo,' he spoke, and he could see her thinking for a moment as if she was trying to remember something. She couldn't because they never met. He saw her, but she never saw him.

'I'm Jay,' she said after a moment and looked back at him, 'Why are you afraid of me?'

'I told you I'm not afraid,' he said this time a bit more certain. With the space between them it was easier to think and act like the warrior he was raised for years to be. It was easier to focus, and refocus from her at least a little bit. Why was she so hypnotic?

'Then why won't you stay close to me?' she asked, and he frowned, 'Why should I?'

She blinked suddenly and the confidence was gone. He was right. Why should he? How was she to ask anything from him? She shouldn't have asked. She shouldn't be here. What was thinking? Why did she touch him? What if he was uncomfortable, and she pressured him.

She nodded, 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything bad by it. It's just you're-,' she spoke so softly even though he could her hear he made her wary of what she did now.

'-so beautiful.'

He watched her for a few seconds before he let out a humorless chuckle, 'Right, and you're crazy.'

There it was again. That word. Crazy. You're crazy. That word the doctor used.

You wouldn't want people to think you're crazy…

She didn't let him touch her though. She punched him, and she tore her blouse and screamed. When her mom and the nurse came they all knew the through. But that word. Crazy. She told him about her dreams about her feelings. She told him private thoughts, and he used them and tried to accuse and label her.

He instantly saw the way she shifted when he spoke. He upset her. She looked very hurt, and he felt like hurting himself for being the cause of it. She was so beautiful she should never have to look like that.

'I'm sorry,' he said raising his hands, 'I didn't mean it like that.'

She shook her head before she pointed behind him, 'It's fine. Uh, if you want to go. There's a roof window in the corridor over there. I'll wait a while before i will open the door.'

He watched her feeling incredibly bad. She sounded so unfazed. It was as if he lost her favor, and she was letting him know.

'Again, I apologize. I'm not very used,' he closed his eyes for a moment. Beautiful women who want to touch me and call me beautiful, 'to humans.'

She nodded again this time to pleasant look on her face returning. She walked a bit closer to him, but stopped near the counter and easily hopping up on it, 'So what are you? Mutant, alien, some magical being?'

He chuckled at that a bit, but instantly regretted it as her forehead pulled into a frown, 'I'm not making fun of just that people tend to scream and run or call us monsters not ask that.'

She blinked waiting, but her face softened once more.

He nodded, 'Mutant.'

She suddenly threw off her shoes and pulled her knees closer to her chest, 'So were you always like this or were you human?' He seemed unsure. Could he answer? What about the secret? Sure, the secret pretty much went to hell when he crashed down in front of her, but still. She must have notice his tense because just then she said, 'It's okay, really. I won't tell anyone. I promise. I just never met anyone like you. I'm…fascinated.'

A part of him wanted to laugh at her and call her a liar, but the other part reminded him how she acted when he called her crazy and decided not to comment it.

'No, I was a turtle and then I was a mutant turtle,' he said and looked around. Could he stayed with her and talk? He shouldn't stay this long, but it was just patrol. Maybe just for a little bit. He sat down on the floor opposite from her. Right now. It did look like he was worshiping her. Her sitting higher than him looking down at him.

'What about the katanas then?'

'I was trained by my master.'

She smiled a little bit confused, 'So a samurai or -'

'Ninja.'

'So you're a mutant ninja turtle?'

'And teenager,' he added thinking about Mikey for a moment.

She stayed silence for a moment thinking about something. He wanted to ask her what was going on through her head, but he didn't dare, 'Alright, so you said us…so there are more of mutants like you?' she asked. Oddly the word mutant didn't sound so bad coming from her mouth. Still, she knew there was more of us and that made him tense again. He spent way too much time there.

He got up, 'I have to go.'

She hopped out of the counter as well rushing to him. He stopped and so did she because in that moment she wasn't sure what she was actually planning to do.

'Can we meet again?' she asked, and by the fall of his shoulders she could tell the answer would be a negative.

She nodded to herself and stepped closer to him. This time he was a bit more prepared and kept his ground and heart in bay. She looked down for a moment, 'Can I touch you again?'

However, that made him worried again, but he didn't stop her when she took his hand. She watched how much more green it looked when she was touching it. How can it be that something so simple as a touch of fingers against a skin and spark so much inside people? She linked their fingers together. He should have put an end to it. It would be so much harder to stay away if he didn't but just for once he wanted to know how it would feel.

She looked up from their connected limbs to look into his eyes. He was so much taller than anyone she knew. He was looking down at her. She wanted to touch his face. She wanted to know why was he covering his eyes with a bandana. She wanted to know everything.

She took a deep breath suddenly, and he wondered why did she looked like she was about to do something very brave when all of the sudden her hand was on the back of his neck, and she pulled him down toward her lips.

His hands stopped in the air completely useless as he had no idea what was happening. Why did she kiss him? How could she just kiss him? Who was this girl? Why wasn't she afraid?

Then every question faded away as she moved her lips against. His hands somehow managed to realize their position, and he brought them to her waists. It must have served her as an encouragement because she deepened the kiss. He felt so clumsy like never before in his life as he tried to mimic her motions, but in the end he was always a faster learner than the rest of his brothers so he pretty much handled it by the time they were fully making out with her pressed against the counter and him with his hands around her waists and her pulling him as close as possible.

There was a loud banging on the door that broke them apart breathless with their foreheads together.

'W-why did you do that?' he asked. He had to know.

She just smirked, 'Because I wanted to, and I couldn't let you leave without knowing how it feels to be wanted like that.'

He shivered at her words. How could this one blonde terrify him more than an army of ninjas.

He let her go, 'I have to leave now.'

'See you around,' she said with a sudden determination in her voice.

He shook his head, 'You won't.'

He went to the corridor and opened the window getting out. Yeah, he might think he won't. She knew better. She felt it all in the kiss. He would be back.

She smiled to herself before there was another bang on the door, and she rolled her eyes, 'I'm coming!'