Stitching Wounds and Breaking Hearts (Lesbian Story)

-New School and The Turquoise Haired Angel-

Lacey
"Your first class is theater in room 213, I'll have someone bring your schedule in a few minutes" the front office lady smiles and points in the general direction of the room with one gnarled, pink-nailed hand.

I sigh, offer a very fake smile to the old woman and swing my backpack over my shoulder.

 Another new school in another new town in another place 1761.5 miles away from New York. I think bitterly as my eyes scan the dank halls of my new school, Dalton High. 

I walk down the halls trying to find the theater room 

Dalton High doesn't  get many new kids, do they? I thought wryly.

After what seemed like hours, I finally reached room 213 and with a shaking hand, gripped the metal handle of the wooden classroom door. I entered the room and came face to face with a wrinkled smiling old woman.

"My name is Mrs. Fickle. This is first period theatre. Take a seat wherever you'd like. We will begin class in a moment." The woman, sporting a white wig and red blouse, gestured towards the chairs in the room.

After glancing hurriedly around the room, I decided to sit next to a boy who was playing on his phone. Maybe that way I could avoid an awkward conversation.

Once everyone was seated, silence fell over the room, a silence that lasted maybe 2.5 seconds because the door opened once again and in walked "God's gift to humanity". She was wearing all black with steel toed combat boots and a wallet chain. Her various metal attachments jingled as she approached Mrs. Fickle. Several of her facial piercings glittered under the stage lights Her dark turquoise hair was piled atop her head, held together by two glossy black chopsticks.

Whispers shot up from various spots in the room causing the angel to lift her head and shoot a widespread glare over the crowd. Immediately, the whispers ceased.

She is gorgeous. I've never seen anyone that beautifully intimidating.

"This is from Mrs. McJacobs for Lacey Summers." She said to Mrs. Fickle. Her voice had a slight roughness to it, the kind that came from smoking cigarettes or drinking alcohol.

"Oh thank you darling!" Mrs. Fickle exclaimed.

The girl nodded in return. It was clear that she wasn't as bubbly as her conversation partner. I didn't realize I was openly staring at her until our eyes met.

"What are you looking at?" She said to me. Her dark eyes pierced my light green ones with an accusing stare. Blood rushed to my cheeks.

"Oh, um, nothing." I stammered awkwardly. I blinked quickly and turned my eyes away from hers.

She smirked and walked out the door.

-.-.-.-.-.-

I walked out of theatre and followed my schedule to room 146, Algebra 2. It was hard to find, but once I did I saw that the turquoise haired angel who walked into my first period, was sitting in the front row with her earbuds in.

Damn, she's hot.

After my math teacher, Mr. Gold, signed my paperwork, I sat down, right next to the girl I was quickly developing feelings for.  I generally don't do that, but I was feeling rebellious, another feeling I was quickly developing.

"I'm Lacey." I said to the angel. She didn't respond. Then I remembered she had earbuds in. I awkwardly turned back to the white board.

"Carter." A voice said. I turned towards the source and saw my newfound crush pulling out her earbuds.

All I could do was stare. Her voice sounded more heavenly up close and her eyes, oh god, her eyes were the darkest brown I've ever seen.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She winked. A little bit of black glitter fell from her lashes and landed on her cheek. But damn if it didn't make her look even better.

"I, um-" I started before the bell rung, indicating that class was starting.

"We'll talk later." Carter said as she put her earbuds back in and leaned back in her chair.

Shit.