I shifted my back-pack uncomfortably and walked toward the school building. The second-hand combat boots I wore made dull clicking sounds as they moved forward, uncaring for whoever walked in their way. Of course the owner of didn't really care either. I really didn't care for much of anything. Not anymore.
I moved through the seem less end of cliche groups that crowded near the entrance of the school. I never really understood that part of high school; people standing outside despite the cold, rain, or blistering heat. It was really stupid. Gripping the cold door handle I walked into an even more crowded hallway of students.
"Excuse me." I whispered silently, interweaving between the mass of students. Annoyingly I made it out of the crowd and saw the open hallway standing before me with other students milling about or standing at their lockers. It looked like a good idea so I too moved toward my locker. I gripped the thin straps of my backpack and walked up the small flight of stairs, continuously moving through students who were moving in the opposite direction.
Finally making it to my locker, I twisted the knob, entering the lock combination. Inside the brisk air greeted me and I found the only contents the same as they always were- two texts books and a small journal. Sighing I took up the objects and stared at the blank locker walls nothing really running through my head.Well I guess I picked this life so I don't have much to complain about. I slammed the locker shut with my books pressed up against my chest and turned around to walk away only to run into a very solid mass.
"Ugh!" I fell backwards and my books went flying out of my hands onto the floor. Landing on my ass I grew suddenly very annoyed and looked up to see who was the idiot that had ran into me. He was a skinny, tall, pretty awkward boy. For a moment I just looked at him, surprised he'd managed to make me fall over.
"Oh my gosh." He scrambled to pick up my books as on lookers stared and giggled. Blowing a stray hair out of my face I moved to my knees and helped pick up the papers he'd been caring. "I'm so sorry-" he cut off as he looked me in the face, his skin suddenly turning pale. Apparently my own reputation exceeded me, but after watching him stumbled with my books and his papers all while trying to apologize was actually kind of cute. In a puppy sort of way.
"Hey man no worries. Shit happens." I smiled as I continued to pick up papers. He nodded dumbly, watching the scene before him. It was to be expected, I was not known for my fondness of other people, boys in particular. After I had collected the papers in my hand, I gave them to the boy in exchange for my own stuff.
"Uh, yeah. Cool. Thanks." He moved to walk away but stopped half way. "Hey, uh, my name is Stiles."
Stiles. Weird name. "Its nice to meet you. My name's Belle. Belle Fermecat."