My name is Makima, Ima devil and I listen to emo music like my chemical romance. I go to a stupid high school for for supernaturally gifted teens, and it sucks and is full of preps! I sat in my dumb art class, scribbling nonscents onto a sheetof paper with my airpods in my ears blasting welcome to the black paraed. I hate this school, iwish all these lames would die.
The worst of them is my classmate, the everso popular badboy Gojo Satoru. He is everything I hate about societie. He is way too loud, and I hate the way his shaggy hair swoops over his face so perfectly. Also, who the hell wheres sunglasses indoor? Pathetic much? He is a total poser, and it maeks me sick to the stomach that people cant see thru his facade.
Slowly my scribbles morphed into something beautifiully abstract, as most of my work does. It may seem chaotic, but there is always control within.
"Hey, makima."
I looked up, it was… Gojo..
"I'm busy." I growled.
"Ouch, no time for little old me?" he said, smirking keenly.
"No." i retorted, avoiding hisn piercing blue gaze.
"Damn, girl. Sorry im not perfect like you." he teased, my anger instensifyed.
I groaned loudly, crumbling my paper and throwing it on the floor in a huff.
"Leave me alone." I said, looking directly into his eyes.
"Whatcha listen to?" he asked.
"My c-chemical romance… I doubt you've heard of them," I refuted.
"Their my favorite band. I got tickets for their reunion tour, but Ghetto can't go." Gojo replied nonchalantly. My eyes widened at this, he klnows them?
"Suguru Ghetto? I thought you two were attached at the hip." I snarked at him.
"Nah, hes dealing with some stuff. So how bout it?"
"How bout what?" I asked with a roll of my eyes.
"Come to see them with me, Makima."
My heart stopped…
AN: I hope u like my new story! i havent been active in forever cuz i was in a comma