Weird is Good. ~a Vic Fuentes & Kellin Quinn fanfiction~

Chapter 1 - Fuck School.

~Kathryn's p.o.v~

It's always the same routine every morning. The alarm clock wakes me up at 5:45 giving me enough time to do my hair, maybe eat some, put on clothes, and putting on my make-up.

I look in the mirror and adjust my beanie.

"Well," I say. "This school better not be as shitty as my old school..."

My old school in colorado was HELL. I can't remember a day where I didn't come home and have the urge to cut my wrist.

But I hope that I find my people at my new school. God, I miss Gracie...

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"Here goes nothing..." I say as I open the doors to my new school. I'm not wearing anything special. I wear my black ripped skinny jeans, a My Chemical Romance tee, a couple bracelets, and a sweater.

Everyone looks at me. It's not like I'm not used to it or anything, but it feels weird having so many people looking at me.

All of a sudden, I feel someone grab my arm.

"Look at what we have here, boys." This guy says. I look at my arm and try to escape his tight grasp.

"Let go of me!" I scream. The boys chuckle.

"So, what's your name?" My arm begins to hurt.

"Why the fuck do you care?" I growl.

"Oh, so you're one of these types of girls?" The guy grabs my other arm and picks me up, then shoving me into the locker.

"Hey, Cameron! Get the fuck away from her!" A guy says. I look over at him. He has chocolaty brown silk hair that falls perfectly to his shoulders, covered with a beanie. He's wearing black ripped skinny jeans too, but he's wearing a batman shirt.

"Why would you care?" Cameron smirks and drops me to the floor. It hurts but I don't cry or anything...

"Because. From what I can see, she's beautiful. And she doesn't deserve any of your shit." He says. I blush. That's honestly the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

"You two can take care of your crap later. For now, she's ours." One of the boys kick my shoulder, another steps on my leg. Brooks stands there laughing.

The guy runs towards the three, knocking them down like pins.

The bell rings and it's the only time I've been thankful for class...

"Fine. We'll talk with you two later." The three walk the other way with everyone else in the hall except for the mysterious guy.

"I'm sorry about Cameron and his shitty friends." He says.

"It's fine. I'm actually used to it." I reply.

"No, it's not!" I can hear his voice sadden.

"I know... but I accept it."

"That's not good. Oh yeah! I'm Vic Fuentes by the way! I'm 18." He smiles.

"Hey, I'm Kathryn Peterson. I'm 17. Nice to meet you." I return the grin.

"You seem new around here. Could I see your schedule?" He asks.

"Yeah, I am new. I just moved from Colorado." I pass him my schedule.

He reads my schedule for a little. "Well, we have most classes together except for 7th and 3rd." Good. We're both seniors.

There's a moment of silence.

"Hey, let's get to class. I'll introduce you to the student." He says.

"Thank you!" I giggle.

"Oh yeah! I like your shirt by the way."

This school sucks. But from what I know so far, I think I'm crushing already...