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Chapter 1

Laughter courses through the air with the normal clinging of utensils and loud chewing from the students scattered all around the room. Megan overpowers the noise with her loud, attention seeking laughter. I refuse to be one of those people that give in to her cravings. Annoyed, I turn the other direction and there he is.

His tall, slim figure sauntering to the far end table at the back. His feet move at a normal pace but yet holding so much power that I can't help but stare. His group of minions following behind definitely adds a great contribution to it. His black, seemingly wet curls fall like curtains over his intimidatingly beautiful, dark eyes. The deep colours of their outfits resembling shadows does the direct opposite of making them disappear. On the contrary, it turns them into dominating portraits that can't go ignored.

My eyes immediately falls as they pass by me to go to their table. The Goths claim their spot and the group of nerds occupying the left nearest table to them leave before any of them can properly
sit down. One thing you should know about the school is that the Goths and the nerds don't mix. The Goths don't really mix with anyone outside of their group. Their reputation is not the
purest and the students know better than to be associated with them. That is if any of them would actually give us the time of day. For as long as I can remember, I've never seen one of the Goths talking to someone outside of their circle. Not even for school work.

I wonder if I can make a change to that. Underneath all the black outfits, mascara, black nail polish and lipsticks, all I see is another group of students, teenagers. It shouldn't be so hard to befriend any of them. Especially the leader.

I've been watching him for a while now and all I see is beauty that the other girls for some reasons are blind to. His tanned skin is spotless of any blemishes, baby smooth that even within three feet away you can see the glossy texture. His eyes are pleasantly captivating, the strong stare that they hold is piercing even when looking at something boring. My original plan was to capture a moment good enough to make my approach and introduce myself, but instead I've just
been admiring from afar. Completely forgetting that I only wanted to know his life story to see if it really fits what people are saying. I know better than to believe the bad information that gets
passed on about the Goths. Unless I experienced it for myself it's just fake news. But his story is so engaging that my curiosity has been eating away at me and I want to find out the truth for
myself. I know that I'm being nosy but it's giving me a reason to actually continue on. Besides it wouldn't be bad making a new friend. I don't care about their reputation.

His long, skinny fingers skim over the table, drawing unrecognisable and probably non existing shapes on the wood. His face rises up just enough to distinguish his tiny pointy nose and plump,pink lips. Over the weeks I've grown to appreciate the lovely sight of the cute baby-like lips. What I'd do to have lips like that. His eyelids slowly rises and his dark eyes unexpectedly snaps directly in my direction, as if having a purpose. Panic, shame, nervousness all of that doesn't
seem to exist in my emotions. Instead of looking away, I'm captivated to stare back. Not a tiny glimpse of change is visible in his expression. Boredom and disinterest is all there is. As if he's
staring at a blank wall that wasn't just caught staring. His eyes on the other hand portrays something else. Something dark and mysterious almost piercing into my soul, trapping me,
preventing me from looking away. For a brief moment is like our surrounding changed. The loud talking quiets down and movements fades to nothing. Not even the strongest souls would be able to resist but he lets me go. He looks away and continue the invisible drawings.

My heartbeat rises in my chest and breathing doesn't seem like a necessity. I freeze for a moment before heat rises at the back of my neck and I quickly look at my reflection on my phone's dark screen. I have to turn on the front camera for better luck at seeing my rosy cheeks but weirdly, I'm not blushing. The racing of my heartbeat clearly states that it did happen and I didn't just imagine it but I'm also stuck in a state of disbelief. My mind doesn't know how to process what just happened and my body is the same.