The Dork and The Devil

Prologue

She was walking down the school corridor, kicking pebbles, smoking a cigarette as her brightly colored mohawk bounced back and forth.

It was after school hours and she was on her way to meet her boyfriend, The one person in this whole shit world who made her smile. He, just like herself, was into more of the alternative scene. They enjoyed the same music and even hated the same music, but that's not what really drew them close together.

It was the fact they understood each other.

She finally stopped at a empty classroom that had its room number engraved on a black strip of metal. Room number 203, she recognized it as the art room, the first place she had met Kyler. Her smile grew even wider at the remembrance of her first and only love. Quickly she threw the remainder of the cigarette onto the ground, stomping it out with the heel of her black combat boot. She was bursting with excitement as her hand reached for the classrooms door handle.

'Maybe he's going to do something special for me! In the place we first met? He's so amazing! God I love h-

Her thoughts were cut off once she opened the door and was exposed to the sight of his lips hungrily pressed against another girl. She was in such a state of shock she just stood there with her mouth slightly opened and her eyes bulging out of there sockets threatening to spill tears.

If it weren't for the door, built to automatically shut behind her, they must likely would have continued without even knowing she was there.

She watched as Kyler pulled his face away from the perky blonde, to see what the slight noise was. His eyes grew almost three times in size at the sight of his loving girlfriend watching him grasp the slender hips of a mathlete champion. He quickly pushed her away from him, the blonde glared at him before turning her head to follow his gaze.

The side of her mouth picked up into a smug smile as her eyes narrowed behind her nowadays stylish, black rimmed, hipster glasses. The once amazing boyfriend then looked around the room in panic, she finally started to look around the room as well, as she took in the decorations lining the walls and floors, multi colored balloons, and finally a black cake that read, 'I love you babe, happy one year anniversary.' She felt her heart clench inside her chest and a tear drop down the side of her face.

With a huff the blonde pushed herself off the table she was shoved into and started off toward the door. Before she left she made a show of dragging her small finger across the cake and placing it into her mouth, slowly pulling it back out. All the while still staring at the girlfriend dead on, never loosing eye contact.

"Guess Mr. Perfect isn't so perfect,"

She knew the blonde girl was mocking her, and this made her sadness turn into full blown rage. She could feel her fists start to clench.

"You know maybe if you were a good girl with good grades and an IQ higher than negative fift- and with that she was cut off by a fist landing straight into her jaw. The blonde was knocked straight to the ground but that still didn't satisfy the anger and hurt inside of her.

She kept landing endless punches to her face, so badly that her eyes were already starting to swell and blood started to pour from her mouth.

"Storm stop it! Your gonna kill her!" Kyler screamed at her. She finally stopped at the sound of the man she loved screaming her name. She looked down at the girl beneath her, her face completely swelled, glasses broke, and blood poring from almost every wound covering her face. Her once fuzzy pink sweater was now stained in her own blood.

Sighing, she reluctantly pushed herself off the beaten girl and grabbed her by her shirt. She was so small and light that she had no problem dragging her towards the door and throwing her out.

She slowly let the automatic door close in front of her face, she could hear Kyler breathing a few feet behind her. He let out a loud shaky breath before she could hear his foot steps coming closer.

"Don't." She gritted out between clenched teeth. She heard the foot steps briefly stop right behind her and him letting out another sigh. This time not only could she hear it but she could feel it, her stomach churned in disgust.

"Stormy-" he began as he lightly gripped her shoulder.

She quickly turned around, loudly slapping away his hand from her.

"I said don't!" She screamed at him with tear stained cheeks, hating the fact he was seeing her cry. He shouldn't get the satisfaction.

Though even with blurry eyes she could see the hurt in his at the sight of her rare tears.

"Stormy please don't cry-" he tried again to touch her by brushing away a tear, but she again recoiled away from his touch.

"Don't." She barely whispered in a shaky breath. With one of her hands she reached behind her to grip the door handle behind her. Slowly she started to press on it.

"Don't..ever." She finally said as she flung open the door behind her and started off into a full blown sprint away from the school.

She could hear him scream after her, "Stormy!" But she refused to stop, she just kept running.

She refused to stop for him or for anyone.