Flowers of Desire

Chapter One

CHAPTER 1

CIRCE

"Hurry up, you're gonna be late."

I look up, finding Cain, her forest brown hair pulled into a loose bun. Her green eyes peered at me, mixed with feelings of frustration and pity. I know why the pity shows through, and I hate it.

She acts like I'm this little baby who can't take care of themselves, but I can. I've been able to take care of myself for a very long time.

I sigh, "I know, I know," running up the stairs and into the covered halls, making my way into the main building after my friends. Zelda, Waylon, and Cain all have Science together first, so we split up quickly, then heading left while I turn right down the crowded corridor.

I quickly make it to English, one of the only classes I semi-enjoy, barely on time. If I had been even 30 seconds behind, I would have been late just like a certain blond boy that trailed behind me.

"Hey dipshit," he says, shoving past me hitting his bony shoulder against mine.

Mike Newton, the boy who has hated me since 1st grade. It all started with something as stupid as me being taller than him, and even knowing that I'm 5'11" and he's 6'2", he's never given up on his grudge.

We went from bickering in the hallways before school, to having fights often enough that I constantly wear rings just in case.

Frankly, dipshit may be the nicest thing he's called me in a while. It's usually tr*nny. f*g, sl*t, or drug dealer. 'Drug dealer' may seem like a weird insult, but it's purely because I'm Mexican and my parents are immigrants. Yep, he's homophobic, transphobic, and racist. The holy trinity.

I just wish he would leave me alone, oh how satisfying it would be to fight him and scare him so bad he would stop bothering me. Ughh, that would be a dream, but not one that will come true anytime soon.

Walking over to my seat, I sit next to Edward Cullen, the moodiest man I have ever met. He rarely talks and when he does he only acts like an actual toddler, just whining. It is so annoying, but at least I'm not next to Newton.

English passed pretty quickly since we were silently working on our essays due next week. I don't really like essays, but I enjoy writing so I'm not gonna groan about it like a baby.

I swiftly walk the way to my next period, from building 3 to 6. Not the worst one I have, but definitely not the best.

I sit down in government, yet another class with Newton. We walk in at almost the same time, shoving our elbows into each other's sides like little kids fighting on a playground.

This class, like the next two, passes quickly, and all of a sudden I'm at lunch. I get a piece of pizza and make my way to our spot.

Waylon is already there, but Zelda and Cain are missing. I walk to the table, seeing Waylon more down than usual. He is usually a reserved and shy person, but he looks like he's about to cry.

"Hey, are you good?" I question, trying to sound as sincere as possible, though it can be kind of difficult for me. He shakes his head at me, and I see the tears brimming in his eyes. Sitting down next to him I wonder how to help him.
    I'm not very good with emotions, so instead of trying to guess, I fret as softly as possible, "Do you need anything like uhm... a hug?"

Waylon looks up at me for a second, before nodding and crashing onto me with a hug. I'm not really sure how you're supposed to hug, so I just put my arms around him while his head lays on my shoulder. He sits there for a good three minutes before he lifts his head up and wipes his tears.