( okay so I have decided to take a different route than I did on bookrix. i feel like it was moving too fast so, this will be the improved version. what do you think? anyway on with the show ;P)
After a quick shower in the gym locker rooms, I waved good bye to Damian. Smirking to myself at the small red mark still on his cheek.
The next day was and unexpected nightmare. It started off normally, I dress like I'm straight out of AP magazine with my black skinny jeans and Memphis Mayfire tank I bought at Warped over the summer. My sky blue and neon green streaks were refreshed the night before so they stuck out like a sore thumb. Only a slight bit mascara cover my eyes. I dont like the hardcore kohl stuff, it makes my gace feel sticky.
We are only allowed to wear our everday clothes once a week, the rest are uniform days. The school board beleives it gives us room to express ourseles. What a load of crap. The uniforms are white or black button down dress shirts; short or long sleeve. Black and different shades of read plaid skirts with matching ties finish off the whole shabang. Thigh, knee, or ankle are the three lengths the skirts come in. Guys wear blck or khacki dress pants, but they still have to wear the ties. Even though we all have to wear the same thing 95% of the time, I still get annoying cat call or "menacing" glares from the girls. Both are easy to ignore, and I have a semi good tolorance for their crap (most days).
"Sharon!" One of my best friends, Heather, yells as she tackles me. My bestest friend Caitlin just laughs at our weirdness.
Heather and I dress alike, except with red hair and a Black bottom layer and an AX7 shirt. She is the defintion of "scene kid" with her fair complexion and freckles. Her bright blue eyes stick out from the rest of her. All of us have a strange obsession with 80's movies or musicals. We constantly sing "Dance Magic" from Labyrinth with David Bowie; the first ever scene queen.Caitlin has bronze skin with long dark, dark brown hair with light brown streaks that used to be red. She is the most normal out of our crazy trio, she dresses normal too. In a way she balances us out. After our hugs and hellos we head off to our morning classes, because we only have afternoon classes together.
Unfortunatly my morning classes consist of the "popular" aka cheeleaders, aka Lindsey Calhoun. lindsey was caption of the squad and, you guessed it, a total tramp. -_- She had the cliche fake platinum blonde hair and big (and fake) boobs she throws at guys to get what she wants. Their skirts are sooo short, they practically show their underwear when the bend over. Her "friends" look the same, but with different color hair and different shades of spray on tan. The only thing we have in common is that we hate each other because their dumb jock boyfriends won't leave me alone with let's tease the "emo" chick.
The bell rings, signaling the begining of 1st period. Zania is probably the only of my friends that have a morning class with me. She makes these dipsh*ts bareable. "Please welcome our newest student Damion Michaels." My English teacher, Mr. Morin, annouces. My jaw drops and all the girls in the class go into a stunned silence before erupting into murmurs about 'how cute he is'. He winked at me and all the girls in class sigh dreamily, making impossible not to roll my eyes. "Please choose your seat Damian."
Looking around the only seat left is the seat next to mine. Crap how cliché. Damian made his way, painfully slow, to the desk next to mine and sat down. He lean over and I was about to tell him to leave me alone, but he went to Zania sitting behind me. "Hi Zania it's good to see you again." he smile with a wink. His gesture didn't go unoticed by the other students, earning deather glares from the girls. If Zania knew them, then they automatically assume I do to because the two of us were practically attached at the hip. Smarter than I thought I mentally roll my eyes.
Instantly I got mad with myself for thinking he was going to talk to me, and shot him an evil screw-you glare. An equally wicked smile crossed his face, he got the reaction he wabt and I completely gave it to him. "Sharon please catch Damian up." Mr. Morin asked.
