Knives and Hearts (Diesel x Reader)

The New Girl (|)

        Y/N L/N, a beautiful girl with E/C eyes that glistened with every move she made, her glossy E/C eyes batted at the smallest noise, her beautiful S/T skin, it was all so clear though the car window, she looked like a doll. But, if you were inside of the said car, you'd soon find out that she was more than enraged. "I just don't get it, mom, why do I have to move to a new school, right in the middle of the year- again!" Y/N exaggerated in her car, her mother shaking her head. "Because, we told you. We wanted to move closer to your cousin-" she was quickly cut off by the H/C headed girl.

"I don't care about them, they've never made an effort to contact me, why should I care to begin with?!" Y/N finished with an exasperated huff. Her mother shook her head, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Have a good day at school, Y/N." Her mother decreed, unlocking the door, and handing Y/N her bag. The girl huffed, grabbing it, and climbing out of the car. Y/N's eyes darted around her current scene, football players, cheerleaders, basketball players. "Mindless kids.." She muttered, trudging into the school.

Sitting on the steps of the school, Diesel smoked openly. He leans back on the red-orange brick walls of the old school. He obviously was contemplating existence, but he didn't let that philosophical part of him out to roam free. After taking a drag of his cigarette, he exhaled a cloud of white smoke and closed his eyes. He admired the fact he was alone, best times to gather up his thoughts. After some time, he opened up his eyes- greeted by the sky above. "Ugh, so bright.. Wish I knew a way how to turn off the fucking sun." He grumbled then glanced towards his shoes.

Y/N soon quickly rushed up the same red-orange steps, glancing to the red head. "Wear sunglasses. Polaroid ones will help." She muttered, and continued on her way. "Locker 305.. Fucking hell, that's outside.." She turned, slamming into one of the doors' large metal beams. "Jesus fucking christ.." She groaned, holding her nose, continuing to trudge to her locker, she opened it, putting her books into it. She grabbed the two that she'd need for the day, and proceeded to close it. She glanced around, looking once again at the groups of kids. Stoners, music kids, the "bad girl that probably has daddy issues," and the hippies. "Great.." She sighed, her eyes once again drifting back to the redhead on the steps.

After finishing his cigarette, he stomped on it and stood up. He heads inside of the building while walking through the halls. Diesel fiddled with the stolen knife in his pocket as he kept his eyes on the ground. He hated people- well.. More so he doesn't want to interact with them. He huffed when he was bumped into, raising his head to look at the person who did it. "Watch it limpdick." The person snapped, Diesel looked around him, then back at the person. "Who're you talking to? Cause I know it's not me." He snarked, keeping his temper.. Cool before anything spritz up. "I'm talking to you, now watch it." They huff; Diesel's jaw clenched up before he grabbed them by the hair and flung them to the ground. "I suggest you fucking watch yourself." He glared, then walked off.

Y/N watched the boy leave, shaking her head. She closed her locker, and walked inside. She glanced at her paper, following the instructions to get to her class. "Science 102.." She muttered, looking up, "Hm.." She shuddered, walking in. She couldn't shake the "being watched" feeling. She didn't like it, nor was she happy to be watched at all. She made her way to a random and empty seat, sighing. The class proceeded, she was so glad she didn't need to introduce herself. As the teacher made his way, taking roll call, he glanced around. "Is Diesel Turner actually here this time or-?" Y/N looked around again, she didn't know anyone by this name, she wanted to familiarize herself with her classmates. The teacher repeated himself. "Diesel?"

The door opened, and then the tall boy stepped. "I'm here, don't sweat." He exhaled and took a seat near the back, leaning back in his seat. He lets his hands rest in his pockets and keeps his eyes to the hickory desk in front of him. He didn't mind being late to his classes- why in fact he was already quite ahead of his peers. Don't let his rugged appearance fool you- he has an incredibly smart and fast mind. Diesel slowly looked back up, then around the classroom. Weird that he doesn't like being stared at but he studies everyone in his own classroom.

Y/N ducked her head slightly, shuddering. There's that weird feeling again. She'd read from the school book, humming quietly to herself. Her voice being hardly above a whisper as she read to herself. She was decent in science, it being one of her parents' jobs after all; they worked at the chemical plant for Keller. She would tap her finger lightly against her thigh. She did everything she could to ignore the current feeling, that was until she turned her head, looking, trying to see if anyone even was looking to begin with. She turned ever so slightly; locking eyes with this redhead. Her attention quickly flutters back to the book.

He watched as she met his gaze and turned back down to her book. His brows furrowed at this. "Weird." he mumbled, as if Y/N Had reached a new record when people looked at him. Some even turn their gaze the moment they figure out they had eye contact. Diesel shook his head and tapped his pen against the book, then exhaled softly. The ginger raised his hand and the teacher looked at him. "Bathroom?" He said simply and they nodded, letting him go. Diesel stood up and stretched, walking out of the classroom. Figures he should just skip this boring period.

Y/N blinked a few times, doodling on her jeans with a pen. She continued her reading, occasionally shifting back to the pen that pressed against her clothes. She was nearing the end of the page, as she closed the book. She laid her head on it, closing her eyes. She let her thoughts run rampant about the day, that was- before they all strayed to this new face; she could recall every feature of him, to his hazel eyes, to his pale skin and the few blemishes she could see. She winced slightly, opening her eyes. "Why him..?" She muttered to herself, giving a small- shake of her head. She wasn't fond of the situation that she was in; new kid and all. Her classmate that sat beside her gave a quiet snort, laughing at her reaction. "He does that a lot.." Same kid from earlier; the exact one that Diesel had pushed.

It wasn't for long for Diesel to go into a nearby bathroom and pull out a baggie of the lovely.. Lovely devil's lettuce~ He sat on the ground and started to roll his blunt, then lit it. "What a boring start.." He mumbled, then leaned his head back, closing his eyes. Man was sleep deprived, sometimes this may cause him to act out and lash out more violently. But alas, he couldn't sleep well at home- or rather he didn't want to be home. He grumbled at this thought and continued to smoke his weed, trying to forget all the problems going on in his life and in this whole timeline.