school

january 22

I find my seat in the back of the class. Another shitty day of school. I put my earbuds in my ears and tune out the world. That is, until an un-tune-out-able thing walks into the room. It's a new girl, she's not really pretty, but she looks different, unlike the originals at Golden High. I pull out one earbud.

She has glasses and slumps down into a desk not near mine, closer to the front. I only see the back of her head. My friend punches my shoulder.

"Logan, check it!" he says, pointing towards her.

"I'm already looking at her, dumbass."

"Would you hit it?" he asks me.

"Shut the fuck up, she's not an object."

"I'd hit her twice."

I punch his shoulder back and watch her pull a notebook from her bag, a black notebook with doodles on the front and some words written sloppily. She opens it to a blank page and scribbles words into it. The way she does it makes it seem like her soul is pouring into the pen and it drips ink made of her personlaity. 

When Ms. Randall walks in, I put the other earbud back into my ear and listen to the music over the hum of her lecture. She doesn't even introduce the new girl, just jumps right in. I write profanities on the wood of the desk and draw penises like the other guys. 

I go the whole period not hearing Ms. Randall's whiney voice, but I hear the bell loud and clear. It's like heaven to my ears and I spring up from my desk and swing my backpack onto one shoulder and walk past the girl who remains in that desk as she puts her notebook away. I catch a glimpse of a word as she slams it shut. ...blood... I wince and walk out with the tsunami of kids and remind myself I'm not original, I'm not an individual I'm a puzzle piece to the crowd.

Chase, my best friend, bumps me with his side to catch my attention in the hall. I knock into a small Asian girl and apologize.

"What the fuck, assbite?" I curse at him.

"What are you planning on doing tonight?" he asks.

"Playing X-Box naked and jacking off as always," my other friend, Peter, answers and he shows up on my other side.

"Correct," I say to him.

"See the new girl? Her name is Summer Tate and she transferred from Hollywood. Lenny told me she left because she has some severe mental issues," Chase explains.

"Do you believe everything Lenny tells you?"

"Messed up is hot," Peter chimes in.

I detach myself from the middle of the conversation and walk into my next classroom. I go through the whole day and only notice Summer in one class, Ms. Randall's. The weird thing is, I don't look at her to think about how her tongue would work around my dick like the other guys. There's just something about her, something hidden. 

Author's Note: I know I put it in the horror genre, it doesn't get to that part until the middle-ish. It's not paranormal or anything. If you don't like it, try to keep reading because it really does get better. Thanks.