Venom's Princess

I'm sorry I didn't get to tell you guys this in the first chappy (technical difficulties) but this is an apology story. I'm writing this because I have kept you guys waiting for black and pink but I have writers block on that story. Well…Yeah.

Venom's Princess

Chapter Two: Sakura

I swept my hand across my forehead and moved the pink strand of hair from my face. I scanned the schedule that was handed to me at the office. I glanced up every now and then to get a look at the room numbers. Who knew it would be so hard to find a classroom.

"We have the same class," I heard a loud and cheery voice exclaim behind me. I whipped around to see a person about my age with a silly grin plastered on his face.

He had a soft baby like face but it was unspeakably beautiful. His soft round cheeks were all-around gorgeous. His messy blonde hair reminded her of the warm sun and his blue eyes were the ocean below it. In my mind, his skin was overly pale but I could not judge him so quickly. He was gorgeous but not enough for me to like him.

"Uh, we do?" I asked.

"Yeah! See!"

He handed me his schedule and sure enough, he had math with Iuka in class 203. I smiled up at him.

"Well, I can't really find my way," I said sheepishly. "Do you think you can lend a hand?"

"Uhhh…"

He seemed to hesitate a little. He glanced around apprehensively. He seems completely unsure.

"Listen," I said shifting my bag to my other shoulder. "If you can't then you don't have to. I could just ask someone else. I don't want to be a burden."

"You're not! You're not! I would love to help you! Just follow me."

I grinned at him and fallowed him down the crowded hallway. We finally reached a room. People were already there, walking around and meeting old friends. I turned to the boy, ready to thank him but he was already gone.

"Thanks," whispered to the crowded hall.

I walked, almost stiffly, to a seat that sat in the back corner. I could feel small beads of sweat form on my forehead. Who wouldn't be scared on their first day of school? Well, I was not just scared…I was petrified! Not was I the only girl that you would ever encounter with pink hair, but I was the only girl that you would encounter with naturally pink hair. So bring on the teasing and the rumors. Not anything new!

I looked up; trying to avoid the subconscious ranting that made me feel like a lunatic, and I looked around, hoping that with some impossible flicker of luck that maybe I could spot someone I knew. Lucky me. That blonde kid walked in with five other boys beside him. When he saw me, he gave me an apologetic smile. I knew he was just apologizing for ditching me earlier and all I could do was nod.

Right when I was starting to feel safe and secure in my own little corner, an angel walked in. He was tall, about four inches taller than I was. His hair was pitch black but shined like a brand new car (terrible description). His eyes were closed but his face was striking. His unusual pale skin, his full, attractive lips. He was truly a vital piece from my own paradise come to life!

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. They were a piercing onyx color, and when I said piercing I meant that they were murderous. Like he just saw a death or something. He scanned the room. He seemed to be searching for something. His eyes landed on me and we locked. They turned from murderous to a sudden death glare, and trust me they were truly different. But there was something else behind that skin-crawling glare.

Was that…fear?