Annie
"One way or another, he will be mine." I thought I was saying this only in my head but when I noticed that everyone was silently, eagerly staring at me it became clear that I was speaking aloud. Instead of looking as embarassed as I felt, I quickly gained a sly, cocky expression of which I had become notorious for. "Kyle Manson." As I glanced around the table at my companions I recognized the looks of disgust and total and utter revulsion. I just shook my head as the whispers began. "Oh come on girls! You're going to sit there and tell me you've never been interested in a guy like that. He's rebellious, he's dangerous, and he's not like all these like-minded jocks that follow us like lost puppies." I was silent for the remainder of lunch. I had made my point and it seemed everyone was in an understanding.
It seems the little speech I gave my lunch table has taken effect. The girls have been following the kids we used to dub as losers. I saw Nathalie, Sophie, and Jessica all talking to that kid Matt after 6th period. He looked rather annoyed.
"Matt!" I called from across the hall. He and my friends looked up at me and the girls quickly dispersed. "Matt," I said once I reached him. "Where is Kyle?"
He grinned as if he was about to win some game I was unaware we were playing. "Not sure, hasn't answered his phone all day. Probably getting high, or trashed, or both." He paused to watch my reaction, when I expressed none he continued. "Look, sweetheart. Kyle's not what you think he is, you seem to be highly mistaken. He's not one of those emo, uber sensative kids. He's not gonna write you super sappy poems and love letters. He's not deep and dark. He's not some depressed little kid that you're gonna make all better. I know your type, and you just want to cheer up the emo kid. All you want is to take up some charity case, and fix the 'screwed-up kid'. Once you realize that he just wants to drink and get high and doesn't give a fuck you'll get bored and give-up."
"Well you're just all knowing aren't you. You've never spoken to me before but you know all about me and my intentions don't you. Look, sweetheart. You don't know me, you don't know what I want or how I feel. Now give me his number. Now." Soon all that was left to do was wait.
Kyle
It was the first time I actually gave a shit about what I looked like as I desperately looked for something to wear. That is until my romantic side kicked in and I told myself that it didn't matter what I wore, if she really likes me it'll be for who I am. I threw on a purple A Skylit Drive shirt, black skinny jeans and my black high top converses along with my all black beanie and jacket. I quickly grabbed my phone, cigarettes and ipod and walked to the school.
She was waiting for me behind the cafeteria, twirling her lighter in her fingers. Her head snapped up when she saw me and she gave me the most beautiful smile. She was all ready for the game in her black cheerleading uniform with FHS written in glittery royal blue. I noticed she was surprisingly pale and seemed to be wearing a little more eye-liner than usual. It looked great on her.
"Where were you all day?!?!?" she nearly screeched as she ran over to give me a tackling hug. I embraced her gently and didn't want to let go, she even smells beautiful. I drank in her scent and held her tightly.
"Long night," I replied vaguely and she just nodded as we walked to the wall and I sat down. She sat next to me, leaning into me and I felt my heart skip a beat. This couldn't be. We sat there smoking and talking for a while as if it was something we did every day. My own personal fantasy.
