(Quick note: this story starts when Elijah and yn are both seniors in high school THEY ARE BOTH 18)
(Pedos are nasty)
Yn POV
"Does anyone like me?" I stare in the mirror. In short, no. To be fair I don't like them either. I go to a shit high school surrounded by assholes, at least it's senior year. Not that it means this year will be any different.
"You look happy to be alive!" My sister bursts through the door. She graduated last year, and unlike me she was popular. "What do you want" I yell, not bothering to take me eyes off my own reflection.
"Just checking in in my little sis"
"I'm not that little"
"Course you are!"
"Can you just leave me alone for one day"
"Yes sir!" She says. I don't have the energy to deal with her today. I finish putting on my eyeliner and grab my car keys.
The first day of school is always so boring. So many rules and so many assholes that the teachers know damn well won't follow them. It was the same people all day until my 8th hour art class. There was a new guy in the senior class who I managed to not see all day. Just pray he's not an asshole cause his face is the only face in here that doesn't make me want to barf.
He seems to be the quiet type, or maybe it's the fact that Jett is screaming at the top of his lungs keeping hip from speaking. The teacher eventually gets him to shut up and assigns the seats. I end up sitting across from the new kid.
After the longest list of rules for any drawing class ever we have 15 minutes to talk to our table mates. Normally I'd dread this but I was curious about this guy.
"I'm Elijah" he's quick to introduce himself.
"I'm yn"
"That's I nice name"
Jett interrupts Elijah to tell him to stay away from me. He can't have me having friends. To be honest it would be for the best, the last girl who tried to be my friend had to leave after all the harassment. Elijah agreed to Jetts terms to never speak to me and my stomach sank. Soon as Jett walked away though, Elijah slips me a piece of paper with a phone number.
