I wasn't golden boy. Not at all. I just couldn't explain it. I couldn't explain her. Never in my life have I ever wanted to talk to someone as much as I want to talk to her. It's nothing stupid like love at first sight or some shit, hell no. It wasn't even a crush. It was more of a, "What the fuck are you?" kinda thing. I knew of the people in this school, but I acted like I didn't. Mainly because I couldn't give a rats ass about hardly any of them, but that wasn't the point. The point was I know how a lot of teenage girls act and this one is different from the rest.
She dresses different for starters. All the girls in this school, minus the one...Kate? Kelly? Kim...Kim! They all dress like girls. This one on the other hand may have Kim beat when it comes to dressing like a boy. She seems to favorite this light plaid jacket and a tank top, along with simple jeans and sneakers. No makeup, no jewelry, no purse, no anything. From that, you would think she was just your average tomboy. Then if you're me, you get carious, pay attention, and ask around.
Nobody has heard her speak except for Golden asshole, and that pisses me off. Why him? Is she an idiot? She doesn't look like an idiot. Some people just have a smart look to them, and she's one of them. Not annoyingly smart, but smarter than most girls.
After asking around, I've realized nobody even knows her name. How is that possible? She's in high school. Someone other than him has to know her, right?
Unfortunately for me, this girl is like a bloop off the radar for everyone but me and my friend Iris.
"No, I haven't spoken to her, but I've seen her around," Iris said with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry Castiel."
"It's fine, it's just I don't get how someone joins this school and nobody knows but him. Usually people get these huge welcome parties it seems like. Take the twins that go here for example," I said, recalling the day they came.
"Maybe she just doesn't want to be noticed?" Iris suggested.
I was about to answer when I heard a familiar voice. "Who doesn't want to be noticed?"
"Same girl I told you about."
"I see," Lysander sighed. "Why don't you go up and speak to her yourself, Castiel? I'm sure she doesn't bite."
"For some reason that fact lowers my interest…" I said with smirk.
"Oh my gosh," Iris whispered. She had at this point turned a bright shade of red. Made me laugh, honestly.
I ruffled her hair after I got done laughing. "So sorry I embarrassed you,"
"No problem,"
"Oh, and speaking of the ghost girl..." Lysander said suddenly.
I turned in the direction he was facing, and there she was.
Since it was the end of the day, she had her backpack on her back, and she seemed to have a habit of using one arm to carry it. In her hands however was some book. The Girl On the Train? I'd heard of it, but there was no way I was reading a silly book that was most likely about romance.
Apparently, Iris decided upon herself to go talk to the girl, a move I honestly wouldn't make.
"Hi! I'm Iris. Are you new?"
"Uhm...sorta, I've been here for like a week...why?" The girl asked back, a look of slight confusion on her face.
Now that she was up close, I could see more details about her. She had light freckles across her face, lime green eyes, and dark brunette hair that went somewhat into her eyes. Wasn't a bad look, per say.
"Oh, I just haven't noticed you before, that's all!" Iris said in her usual happy voice. "If you ever get lost or anything, don't be scared to ask. Most people here are nice, except for a lone few."
"You mean the girl who takes money from people? Yeah, I'll tell my fist that punching her in the face isn't the best stealth method," the girl said, and despite her words she actually gave a small smile.
Iris actually smiled back, which I found surprising. "She isn't worth it, that's all. Anyways, that's Lysander, and that's Castiel."
Both me and Lysander gave a fast hey, but nothing much. I was still trying to figure this out.
"Agreed. Well, I have to get home and do other stuff...nice meeting you all, bye." She said before walking away.