Different.

1

"I know that you're different, but I see a spark in you."

Violet.

"Welcome to Ridgeway High School, Violet. Here is your schedule and locker number. If you have any questions, you can always come talk to the office." The lady wearing too much red lipstick handed me a few papers.

"Thanks." I mumbled as I walked away.

I walked down the long hallway full of high schoolers. I could almost immediately tell who the clicks were. Crowding up next to a locker were cheerleaders, gossiping I'd assume. Off to the left side there were a few boys and girls who I am guessing are the school nerds. Wearing bulky glasses, hair gelled back perfectly, dressing up in slacks and sophisticated shirts. Then straight ahead of me was my worst nightmare; wearing the jerseys: the jocks.

In my old school, all of the kids on the sports teams thought that ruled the school. Took over the yearbooks, editing themselves to be shown on every page, participating in every extra-caricular activity just to be the star of the show, or paying students to vote them homecoming king or queen.

But I'm not into that bullshit. I used to be known as the shy girl. But truth is, I do talk. Maybe not to you, but when someone is nice, why not. They always assume I didn't talk to anyone because I was just quiet. But in reality, I'm just not interested.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

"Are you the new girl?" A girl with short, brown hair asked me with a big smile on her face.

I gave a small smile back, trying not to come off as rude.

"Yes, that's me."

"You seem lost?" She tilted her head to the side, almost sounding like a question.

"Yeah, sort of."

"What class do you have?"

"Um," I pulled out my schedule, "Algebra with Mr.Lytton."

"Oh, his class is right down here. I have him too. I'm Ali by the way." She smiled again, and then started to lead me down the hallway.

As a few freshman students were in the way, she shoved a few to the side hoping not to be late to class. We were nearing the end of the hallway when I was stopped. I looked up slowly and met a pair of emerald eyes.

"You don't look familiar."

"Don't you dare mess with her, Harry." Ali warned.

He smirked.

"I think she can talk for herself."

He turned back over to me and I was eyed from head to toe.

"What's your name love?" He asked, almost seductively.

"Violet."

"Violet," he repeated, "that's a beautiful name."

"Okay that's enough," Ali snapped toward him, "did I stutter when I told you not to mess with her?"

"Bitch." He mumbled under his breath.

He turned on his heals and walked off without making any other response. She lead me into the classroom, and offered me a desk next to her. As I sat down, I took a look around the room. Most of the classes so far have the same layout of the rooms, mainly just different decorations and such. Ali started to speak, so I turned my head to look at her.

"You make your own decisions, but I definitely recommend you stay away from Harry. He hooks up with a different girl every night, and then just leaves. He parties every other day, and has had a few drug charges. I'm surprised that he still allowed to be in school, because he's been suspended multiple times this semester. Trust me Violet, you want nothing to do with him."

I simply replied with a small nod.

It sounds like Harry is just trouble.

*

After a long hour of trying to stay awake, the second bell finally rang. Everyone gathered their things together, and went along to their next class. Ali didn't have science with me, so I would have to make some other friends. But that's hard, because I really suck at making friends.

At my old school I was completely friend-less. When I talk to people it's mainly to help them on their homework, or to ask how much time we have left in class. I hope that will change though, because so far this school seems pretty interesting.

I grabbed my binder and pencil case, and joined the crowd exiting the door. I switched books from my locker, and shut it.

*English 3rd period, room 17.

By now most of the people were gone into their next class. I looked down the long, narrow hallway not knowing where the hell room 17 is. The tardy bell rang before I could even look. Late on the first day, just great.

"Violet." I gasped in shock and turned around to see the same pair of emerald eyes that I had met earlier.

"I-I shouldn't be talking to you." I looked away from his eyes. I just can't just look at them without staring into them.

He takes a few steps towards me, making me feel a little bit uncomfortable.

"I-I should get to class." I tried to leave, but he stopped me before I could even take a step.

"You're already late. What's the point now?"

"I really need to get going-"

He gently grabbed my arm, I tried to get out of his grip, but he going to budge.

"Please. Stay with me, just one class."

"I don't even know you."

"Then why don't you get to know me?" His hot breath was hitting the side of my neck, sending goosebumps up my arm.

I didn't answer, just looked at him. His features. His beautiful features.

"Come on. We won't get caught I promise. I do this every day. Just trust me."

"Fine. But only one class. And this isn't going to become a routine-"

"Just relax Violet. Let loose a bit." He chuckled quietly.

Before I knew it, I was officially skipping a class with a boy that I had just met.