Opposite Ends Of the Spectrum We Call Life

Chapter One: I'm Leaving the Way I Came In With the Mess I Made

Chapter One: I'm Leaving the Way I Came In With the Mess I Made

"Well, well isn't it lovely for Miss Anti-social to grace us with her presence." A lovely welcoming from Zack as I enter the room. Stupid little d*ck. 

"Oh it talks. Who knew?" And with that I took my seat at the back of the room. Just the perfect place to see the board, and going unnoticed when you feel like a nap. This is why I loved science class. Who doesn't like Biology, Chemistry and Physics? Oh and don't forget the protons, I just love how possitive they always are. 

To say I was the quiet nerd who sat revising all the time would be a lie. I wasn't a nerd. Yeah I was quite smart, and I admit I do act like a geek when I'm at home. But most people just call me a loner, emo, creep, freak...labels. That's all we have in today's society. Labels. Everyone has one. So call me whatever you want, at the end of the day I'm still me.  

I'm still Blue.  

Not literally of course. My name is Blue. Well it's actually Indigo Skyes. But for as long as I remember everyone has called me Blue. I guess the blue hair is a bit of an addition as well. I was different from the other girls anyways, so why not just embrace my inner difference on the outside. 

"Class today I will be assigning a new project, and as you will all love, partners." The whole class groaned at Mrs Coma's statement. Don't get me wrong she was an awesome teacher, but she always chose the worst project partners. For example last year, I got stuck with Slut 1 and Slut 2, let's just say they don't really like it when you accidentally explode foam all over the both of them. 

Mrs Coma proceeded to read out the pairs of names. 

"James Crowley and Stephan Fox, 

...Alice Worthington and Andy Harrison..."  

I started to tune out as she went on. "...and Indigo Skyes. Now go, move around. Find your pair." 

Sh*t. I missed out the name of my partner. Well this is just a peachy start isn't it? I guess all I can do is sit and wait. 

"Are you going to move your crap off the chair then? Or do I have to toss it on the floor?" I looked up to meet the eyes of Zack Davidson. Or as most know him 'Zed'. Yes the same d*ck from earlier. Well isn't today my lucky day. "Could you quit checking me out for five minutes and move your sh*it so I can sit down. " 

I moved my bag off the seat beside me and turned to face the window. I just couldn't help but hate Zed, even if I did barely know the guy. But that's what happens when you have a reputation like him, word gets around. 

Once Mrs Coma went through the possibilities she decided to let us discuss in our groups what we wanted to do, and then she left the room. Most pairs decided to wander off to the library, others took it as an opportunity for an extra free period. Me and Zed in the other hand stayed put. Leaving the two of us alone. Could life get any better? 

"So any ideas for a project?" I decided to make the first step. The sooner we got this over with, then the sooner we could get back to our separate lives. But from the looks of it Zed wasn't interested one but. I started rambling on about how we could recreate famous scientists' experiments, such as Newton etc. or even a series of cliché science projects, like the baking soda volcano. But the whole time Zed just sat staring at his notebook. 

"Hello? Anyone in there?" I said reaching over and nocking lightly on Zed's head. Within seconds there was a firm grip on my wrist. Zed's hand. His gaze locked with mine. 

"Don't. Do that. Again." The sound of his voice made me jump back in my seat. It was just so cold, emotionless. It scared me. And he knew it did. 

His grip on my wrist tightened, pulling me closer to him. Our faces were now just centimetres apart. Zed's gaze never left mine as he moved his body closer. 

"I scare you don't i?" he whispered. 

My breath caught in my throat. Zed seemed to notice, as shown by the smirk making its way across his face. 

"I make you nervous, don't I? What about when I do this?" His hand started to graze my thigh, only lightly but just enough to make my heart race faster. 

Zed's hand started to make its way up my thigh. My whole body froze. It felt like it was just the two of us on earth, all lone. Not another soul in sight. He had no idea how much he was messing with my mind. This was just too much for me to handle. I had never even kissed a guy, never mind had one touching me like this before. Physically, Zed knew what this was doing to my body. I was giving him the reaction he wanted. 

Zed's hand started to travel further up my body. Just as I opened my mouth to protest the fire alarm decided to go off. 

Neither of us moved. 

"Well looks like someone's been doing my dirty work for me. Best head on out freak, wouldn't want to get in trouble now would we." And with that Zed gestured for me to leave, letting go of my body as he did. 

I quickly stood up, grabbing my bag off of the floor. I turned to open the window behind me, knowing that it would give me a quicker escape route. Just before I was about to climb out, I turned around to walk over to Zed. And then I made that fateful mistake that would soon haunt the rest of my high school life. 

I punched Zed Davidson in the face.