The Masks

Day 1

It's my first day in my new high school. And it sucks. There are new people everywhere. I don't like the look of any of them. I don't even like the people I do know, so I don't understand why my parents would send me to a place to make friends when I'm not going to talk to anyone.
But, nothing I said to them could convince them that sending me to Something Something High School was a bad idea.
So I reluctantly shrugged my black and red backpack onto my shoulders and took my first step. No turning back now.
I had no idea where to go, but I didn't want to ask anyone. So I decided to do what I always did. Wing it.
I walked towards the massive main building in front of me. It was made of red bricks and sandstone. I stopped walking when I reached the grass area in front of the building. I stepped off the paving and onto the grass.
Looking up at the building, I examined the architecture. It was boring. Pretty much exactly like all the other school buildings I had seen before. No creativity.
I sighed. Day one and I'm already disappointed in this school.
I had been so focused on thinking about the sorry excuse for a main building that I hadn't noticed the girl who had come to stand next to me.
When I noticed her I quickly shot her a glance. She was pretty. With auburn hair and a small nose. She had a few freckles on her nose and cheeks. She was slender with a full chest and waist. She wore a white shirt buttoned up to reveal a little bit of cleavage. She wore a black, knee length skirt. In her small, delicate hands she held a single book, close to her chest. I couldn't see the title.
All this I saw in a glance. But I wasn't going to bother talking to this beautiful girl. Every girl I spoke to thought that I was just trying to get a bit of action. I never understood why.
So I continue to look at the building.
"You're new here," I heard the girl say. Was she talking to me?
"Yeah, I am," I say, still not looking at her.
"It wasn't a question. I know you're new."
"Is it that obvious?" I ask. I have no idea what else to say.
"Yes. You're staring at a building. Only newbies do that," she said, now looking at me. I turn to her. She smiles. And what a sweet smile it was.
I smile back, awkwardly. She laughs at me. Wow. I made a girl laugh.
"Would you like a tour of the school?" she asked, standing up on her toes. She was a full head shorter than me. Even on her toes I had to look down. She was adorable. Wow. This was so weird.
"Sure," I say, not trying to sound too eager, "Why not?"
"Great," she said with another smile.
She turned and led me towards the large double doors of the main building. They opened into the foyer which was tiled to look like a chess board.
She turned to the left, down a long hallway. I sped up my walk to be alongside her. "What's your name?" I asked.
She looked quickly at the ground, blushing for some reason before saying, "Amethyst. Amethyst Sorrows."
"That's a beautiful name," that made her blush even more.
I had never heard a name like that before.
But I liked it nonetheless. It was unique.
"What's your name?" she asked. We reached a staircase and went up to the second level.
"Eric Masque." I hated my name. It was too weird. Masque. What kind of surname was that?
We entered the gallery of the main hall. It was huge, but I wasn't exactly paying much attention to that.
"Masque?" she asked. "As in Masque Traders?"
So she's heard of my father's business. That was strange. It wasn't exactly a very famous company. "Yes. My father started it when he was seventeen."
"Wow. So that means you're going to inherit the business when you leave school, right?" she seemed very impressed.
We were now in the classroom blocks. All of them were empty. School didn't start until nine. So we had about an hour.
"I'm not getting the business. My father doesn't trust me with it. So he's giving it to my younger brother when he graduates from high school."
She stopped walking. "That's not very fair of him."
"He's never taken a liking to me. So I've gotten used to his torments," I say, looking at the ground.
She looked up at me. I stopped looking at the floor and looked into her eyes. They were beautiful. The colour of hazelnut. With...wait. Did they just change colour? Yes. They changed to violet. What the hell?
"What's wrong?" she asked, searching my face. She looked worried. And there was urgency in her voice.
"Your eyes. They just changed colour."
"They did?" she asked. But she seemed to know I was telling the truth, "Oh. I was hoping to have a little more fun before you realized. Well, I guess I'll just have to improvise."
She dropped her book and shoved me against the classroom door behind me. Hard. She was far stronger than she looked.
She leaned in close to me and whispered, "Don't scream too loud. Okay?" Then she grabbed hold of my neck and dug her nails deep into my flesh. I yelled out. No words. Only cries of pain. It was excruciating.
She began to laugh. She pushed me against the door again and it burst open. She pushed me into the classroom and kicked the door shut behind her.
Letting go of my neck, she slammed her fist into my chest and I fell back onto the teacher's desk. Pens, papers and books flew everywhere.
She climbed on top of me, one leg on either side of me. She leaned down close to me and kissed me where she'd torn my neck up. Her kiss burned.
She stopped and came back up.
She dragged her finger down from the collar of my shirt and undid the buttons as she went along, revealing my stomach.
"We've got something nice underneath here, don't we?" she said with a smirk.
She leaned down again and licked my stomach. "If your body is this great I wonder what else you've got hiding."
She grabbed hold of my groin and felt it go hard. "It's big. I like that," she whispered.
What the hell was going on?
"I'll save you for later, baby. I need to go to class," she said, pouting.
She leaned down and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue wrestling with mine. She stopped kissing and got off me. I looked at her from where I lay. She only turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.
I shut my eyes and passed out. She'd done something when she kissed me. And I don't know what. But it made me...sleep.