I was barely awake, when I stepped out of the shower at 8:00. I had been lying awake most of the night, thinking of Chase, and Krys. They were similar, and I guessed would make a great couple.
Trying my best to push the thought of those two hooking up, I pulled on my black and white acid wash jeans, and a white top, with a drawing of Pikachu on the front. Normally, drawing on clothes ruins them, but when I draw on my clothes, I'm telling you now, It's a work of art. I'd say about 79% of my closet, is just plain items of clothing, which I have drawn on, or cut up, or stitched designs onto.
Anyway, I pulled on my favorite black combat boots and my black bomber jacket, and then ran out the door. If I were going to be late, I would blame Chase. That's what always happened. If I was late, I would instantly blame Chase. 98% of the time it wasn't even his fault, but I would blame him, none the less.
The cafeteria, like every other day, was packed. I sat at our table, followed by Krys who sat beside me.
''Well if it isn't my favourite blonde, and may I say, the quite beautiful new girl.''
A guys voice interrupts my thoughts. Yes... I have thoughts... I have a brain.
''How would you like a beautiful black eye?'' Krys hissed through her teeth.
''Make that two,'' I growled standing up and spinning around to face him. Evan Thomson. He had always had a habit of sexually harassing me, and now my friend... I think he was looking to be attacked.
''Ouch new girl's feisty? Two feisty ladies; me likey!''
I could see Krys lifting her arm to attack, but Tommy practically flew over the table, just in time to grab her and pull her away from Evan, locking her in place.
Seeing my opportunity, with Tommy's hands full - holding Krys back, and Chase - no where to be seen, I leaned in to punch, but instead, my fist made contact with harder skin. A chest. Chase's to be exact. He grabbed my arms and held me in a tight hug.
Of course if the boys thought that mere brute-force would hold us back, they had another thing coming.
Krys and I shared a mischievous glance, then, using the boys for balance, twisted round, and both kicked Evan square in the stomach, sending him flying backwards, and onto someone elses lunch tray.
Tommy and Chase let out a sigh, as Krys and I highfived, then sat back down as if nothing had happened.
What can I say? Great minds think alike.
Chase ended up giving me a lecture, whilst Tommy struggled to control his laughing fit.
''She didn't even use her powers...'' Chase whispered to Tommy once they'd both recovered.
Going by the look on Krys's face - the way she lifted her head at the word powers, and then her eyes widened slowly.
''Whayt powers?'' She questioned.
''Just an old joke,'' I say, standing up, ''Chase, lets go.''
''But i'm-'' he looked up at me, only to see a glare that could turn people to stone, ''Okay.''
We walk into the hallway, and then i drag him into the closet, making sure to switch the light on, so that people didn't get the wrong idea.
''Please don't hurt me... I didn't mean to-''
''DO YOU HAVE NO BRAIN?!'' I yell at him
''I didn't think she'd hear!'' He yells back.
''Well she did!''
A sudden wave of dizziness washes over me, and i get a sickly feeling in my stomach.
Chase leans against the shelves stacked with paint and varnish, and runs his fingers roughly through his hair, ''Scarlett, I ju-''
''Don't... talk.'' i mumble, crouching in the corner, bringing my knees to my chest, hoping to overcome the sickness.
A look of sympathy crosses him as he sits down beside me, and hugs me loosely, ''Relax, okay?''
''How can I relax?! What if she finds out? What if she calls us freaks?! She'll hate us! ME!''
''She's not like that,'' He smiled, kissing my head lightly. He may be a total doofus, with the body of an assassin, the face of a jock, the mind of a 5 year old, and a heart of stone, but when it comes to me, he melts. That's right... I MELT him! He's like putty in my hands.
''Now lets go see if Tommy hasn't been tortured into spilling.''
When we reached Tommy and Krys, they were at a different table.
Straight away Tommy started to panic and stutter about Krys... juicing... jackets?
I sighed, ''So why didn't you take the juice out of her hand?''
''Because she wasn't using her hand!'' he spat
''See? I told you she wouldn't class us as freaks!'' Chase smirked, looking at Krys, who was grinning from ear to ear, ''She's one of us!''