An Emo's Love

The locker conversation

I make my way down the corridor to my assigned locker. They all looked the same, how can anyone tell which ones theirs besides the number on the key.
Locker 22
Where the hell is it? I wonder around like a lost puppy looking for the locker, why aren't the numbers in numerical order?
"You okay? You seem a little lost."
I hear an unfamiliar voice from behind me and turn around. It was a girl with blonde hair and glasses. She looked alright, I guess. A little tired, but aren't we all?
"I actually can't seem to find my locker number, do you think you could help me out here?"
The girl giggled softly and looked down at my key number.
"Yeah, sure! Locker 22 is just down this way."
She turns round and walks back the way I just came from. I follow close behind her wondering what her name could be. Lisel? Jessy? Keira? Missy?
She stops outside a locker and puts the key in, turning it.
"Here you go."
She smiles sweetly and leans against the locker next to mine.
"Thank you."
I mutter quietly, I never got taught manners as much growing up. I guess that was all because of my dad, he was quite a bad person to be quite honest. I reach in my bags and take out the poetry books, stacking them inside the locker.
"Oh my god, I'm so stupid. I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Anita, but literally everyone calls me Needy. It's a nickname I've grown up with so it's stuck."
I raise an eyebrow, Needy sounded like a pretty negative nickname but if she's okay with it then I guess it's fine.
"Yeah, uhm my names Y/N. I don't have a nickname yet. I guess I was never really into that sort of stuff." I sigh faintly and close the locker door, making sure it locks too.
"You should meet some of my friends, they're pretty cool."
"Okay, if it's necessary"
I laugh quietly.
"So a lot of times, I'm either with my boyfriend Chip or my best friend, Jennifer. Then other times I talk to Colin but he's really one to talk with the "dead girls.""
A confused expression appeared on my face.
"I'm sorry, the "dead girls""
"Yeah, basically it's girls like... uhm you I guess!"
"Me?"
Well I think I do kinda look like a dead girl, wearing black and repping My Chemical Romance and our lord and saviour, Gerard Way on a daily basis.

"So who's Colin exactly? If he hangs around with dead girls, he must be quite the charmer."
Needy laughs
"Oh no, he's nowhere near a charmer. He's all dark and mysterious and stuff. He's into poetry, maggot rock and get this... he wears nail polish!"
A guy wearing nail polish... where've I seen that? Oh my god... is Colin the guy in my poetry class I sit behind. Because if it is then-
"Hi Needy."
"Oh hey Colin!"
I look up and see Colin stood next to me.
"Hey you..."
He awkwardly looks at me then at Needy, then to the floor.
"Oh so you two have met?"
Needy shifts her eyes between me and Colin.
"Yeah, I sit behind him in poetry class. We had a very awkward conversation earlier huh?"
"Ha... yeah we did. Sorry about that..."

Colin grabs hold of his backpack straps and pulls on them gently. He was definitely a nervous wreck, it was kinda cute. I have to say.
"Yeah, it's not a problem."

Silence grew between the three of us, then the bell rings. Needy looks up at us both and asks:
"Oh, which lesson are you two in now?"
Colin speaks up
"I'm in physics, what about you?"
He glanced over to me as I begin to search frantically through my notebook, I swear I wrote down my lesson schedule somewhere amongst the many pages of song lyrics I had planned for myself. I could feel Colin's steel blue eyes looking down on my notebook.
Ah here it is.
"Oh! I'm in history. Room 15."
"Oh... that's next door to my class, I can take you there if you'd like?"
Colin fiddles with his wristbands and looks at me shyly.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
Needy grabs my shoulder gently and I turn to her.
"I'll see you some other time, yeah?"
I nod and walk alongside Colin.
He turns and begins to walk backwards.
I look at him, slightly confused. I think he knows what I'm going to say.
"Why are you walking backwards exactly? What if you bump into someone?"
I ask anyway.

He looks at me awkwardly again and does a kind of half smile. You know the one, it's like where you smile and half your lip goes up making it not so much a full smile.
"Uhm, I guess it's just something I've done for a long time. I've never bumped into anyone really. It's just easier when I'm talking to someone."

"Does that mean you're gonna actually continue a conversation with me, wow I'm impressed."
I bow my head slightly as a joke, I know he wouldn't take it personally.

He smiled at my joke, I'm glad he didn't take any offence. He seems like someone I could potentially get along with, I love that feeling.

We walked a little further down the corridor and reach room 15. "Here you are..." He stood outside his classroom door, waiting for me to go inside. "Thanks for walking me down, and hey maybe we could wait for each other after class and maybe eat lunch together? I don't wanna be sat on my own for my first day." I ask him.
"Sure we can.." He smiles at me and walks into his class.
Oh my god he smiled at me. Like an actual smile. Ahhhhh.

I walk into my history class and take a seat, as I look up at the board. The American Revolution. Great topic, this lesson is definitely go slow. It's gonna go even slower now that I'm looking forward to lunch with Colin...

That boy just gives me the butterflies. On my first day too, this really can't be happening. But it is.