Chapter 2

The bell had finally rung and school had ended. That day was long, and
throughout the classes I was either doodling in my book or thinking of
how to approach that girl. Amanda had been my crush for a year now and
I was too much of a whuss to even talk to her. If I did this for Tom I knew
he'd work magic in getting me a date. He's done it several times before.
It would make me jealous sometimes, but I love my brother despite that.

Though I did get a chance to look at her today at lunch. She walked by me
and the guys with her friends. Long, smooth, brown hair flowing. Her
laugh echoing beautifully, I could think of several phrases to explain her.
But she wouldn't notice me and my unknown band. Tokio Hotel – that was
the name we came up with.

My large black boots squeaked down the noisy halls of eager teenagers
getting their things to go home. It was a Wednesday, yet it felt like Friday.

I wish.

My things were in my bag so I didn't need to go to my locker that was all
the way at the end of the school. Automatically my legs walked towards
the front door where I normally meet the guys, but today I didn't want to
face Tom yet until I thought of something. So I turned quickly and charged
towards the back door. The chains and buckles on my clothes were a bit
loose today but I ignored it, and for a bit I wondered if I should go to the
infirmary where that girl is.

But that would be creepy.

So maybe I should just talk to her tomorrow during school. If she came
back.
People I didn't want to see stopped me in the hall all of a sudden. The jocks – how lovely.

"Hey princess, what're you rushing for?" he grinned with his retarded
friends chuckling by him.

His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked down at me as if I
was a pathetic little girl. I know I'm feminine – but he took things too far.

"Get out of my way, Jordan," I muttered, trying to push my way through.
He pulled me back.

"Oh, you a feisty girl now, eh? Stop wearing such fucking girly clothes
and I might let you through," he laughed with his friends.

Anger boiled inside me but I said nothing. Instead I continued to push
my way through. God, they were huge.

"Ey, calm the hell down. You think you can push me?" he threw me
violently into the lockers.

My back nearly snapped from the force. I grunted and closed my eyes
in pain. They were laughing again.

"You really a man? Then get the hell up and fight like a man,"
I opened an eye and stared at them whilst sitting against an
empty locker. Jordan cracked his knuckles and approached me.

Then he was suddenly stopped by someone who'd gone in front
of me. It was a girl with blonde hair, and a fairly nice body I
have to admit.

And why am I perverted at a time like this? I'm turning into Tom...

I had an eye open but I could clearly see Jordan look at the guys
by him and then at her with a grin.

"So now a real girl thinks she can fight me? This is entertaining."

The girl in front of me had a fairly confident pose.

"Shut the fuck up," she merely stated, grabbing his arm and literally
flipping him over to the ground.

My heart stopped and my eyes widened.

The guys by him were shocked and Jordan lay there groaning. She
suddenly turned and helped me up, fast-walking with me to the back
doors and taking me outside. It was painful but I was too surprised
to complain.

Halfway outside she suddenly stopped and turned around. Her eyes
were glassy, having different hues of green and yellow. They were
large, and slightly frightened. At first glance her facial features seemed
perfect, but closely looking you could see many imperfections. It
was the girl that passed out in class – Myrania is it?

"You have to defend yourself, Bill," she explained to me as if she'd
known me all my life. So Tom didn't lie about us knowing each other,
did he?

"Um... uh, yeah?" I answered questioningly. Her voice had a hint of
emptiness when she spoke. Did I really use to like her?

She simply raised an eyebrow at me then gave me a shy smile.

"Guys like that won't become famous like you, so you shouldn't worry,"
she patted my shoulder and walked away, crossing her arms in a tight
position as if she was cold. But it was warm outside.

For a few minutes I stood there contemplating.

Her top was skin-tight, black and long-sleeved. She wore tight,
obviously used jeans that had many tears but didn't seem intentionally
created by stores. So this was the girl that I had to convince to
go out with Tom. Why would he want to be with her, though? Maybe
because she looked vulnerable; but she was far from that, wasn't she?

Myrania. That name sounds familiar. But I can't remember.

I simply can't.