Rush Of Blood

No More Fairytales

     I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my tangled mess of dark hair. With today being the first day of Senior year, and me looking like this, I could barely breath. "Just wear it in a bun...or brush it...or..." "Lillian you’re going to be late!" My mother called from downstairs, my eyes widening. I checked my watch, noticing it was already 7, and wondering where Krista was. She's supposed to take me to school today... I ran a brush through my hair, the frizz luckily calming down. Way too late for makeup. I pressed a swab of lipgloss across my lips, grabbed my bag off the floor where I'd left it, and rushed downstairs. I grabbed an apple off the counter and pushed my way through the front door. An empty street was all I saw, and I pulled my phone out frustrated. "Where is she?!" I mumbled, starting to walk to the street's edge. The car I awaited screeched around the corner, stopping in front of me. "Hurry up!" Krista shouted, her eyes locked on the road. She looked completely different. She had her brown hair in layers of waves, and was wearing clothes that you’d recognize from magazines. Maybe senior year was getting to her. Ah well, I hopped in her car, and the convertible jolted forward towards school.

     Bursting through the doors, I grabbed my bag tightly as we rushed to homeroom. Krista was one step ahead of me, and she swung the door open, walking in with me behind her. The entire class was staring at us, including the professor. I glanced up at the clock to find that class started almost 10 minutes ago. Shit. I looked back at the professor, who turned back to the board and continued his rules and regulations speech. Krista walked over and sat next to Michael, one of our closest friend. My eyes scanned the room, to find the only seat at the other side in the corner of the room. I sat down, looking down as I pulled out some notebooks. "Hi" A semi-deep voice at my right said. I looked up at him and caught myself staring. He had dark brown hair with dark eyes that nearly melted my soul. “I’m Damien...I’m new...” He said, his eyes scattering around my face, “Are you alright?” I snapped out of my daze, pushing my loose bangs out of my face in a blushing smile, “Yes, I’m fine. Hi! I’m-” “Sh!” The professor glared in our direction, both of us turning back to our desks. I leaned slightly over to him, “I’m Lillian.” I whispered, smiling softly to myself. He smiled at me, moving back to his desk. 

     The bell rang, triggering the entirety of the class to run for the doors. Most of all seniors now had study hall after homeroom, a perk the principal gave for lazy seniors who believed homework was done at school. I stood, grabbing my bag. "What is study hall?" Damien stared at his schedule, perplexed by the name of his next class. "Its where you have time to catch up on homework. But, first day, we pretty much have an hour to ourselves." I said, pulling my bag on. "May I..uh...tag along? With- with you I mean?" He said, clearing his throat as he fussed with his brown hair. I nodded, walking beside him. "Every year, Krista and I hung out at this one spot, which we now claim. I'm sure she wouldn't mind a new Super." He looked at me, confused. "Super?" He asked, keeping his pace close to mine. "Supernaturals, that's what Krista calls us. It's really cheesy but she’s been into that stuff since Michael, her best friend, came back from his extremely sudden trip. I don’t question it though, I kinda like it.” I said, smiling. We turned the corner of the hall, entering another, much darker hall. “This is the old art hall, but when fundings were cut, all the old labs were pretty much useless, so they use it mostly as storage and keep the lights off to save electricity. And it’s also home to the most unused stair way, which is where we hang. With the sunlight through the windows of the stair case, it’s pretty bright.” We walked to a pair of double doors, pushing through them. And there they were. Michael, the rather tall jock, sat on the stairs beside Krista. He cut his dark hair short again, and his eyes looked different, they looked amber. Krista was leaning on him, letting him play with her brown curls. They were laughing along with Emily and Seth, who sat across from them. Emily is one of our newest friends, being a new student here since last year. Seth on the other hand, is Michael’s younger brother, a junior, but he wasn’t bad to hang around. “Hey guys! This is Damien! Damien, this is Michael, Krista, Emily, and Seth.” I gestured to each as I pointed at them, smiling back at him. He smiled shyly, nodding a hello to them. “Hello...” He said, moving closer to my side. I giggled, pulling him to sit at the lowest step with me. “Oh, Lillian! Krista was just trying to get me to try out for cheerleading. Not my scene. Why don’t you try?” Emily asked, twirling a finger through her blond hair. “Are you guys crazy?” I asked, laughing. “Come on! It’ll be fun!” Krista bit her lip smiling. “Go for it Lil.” “Yeah, do it.” Both Michael and Seth were encouraging me, frustrating me to the point where I could feel the heat in my cheeks. “No no no. No way!” I denied their ridiculous plan, my eyes darting to Damien, hoping for an escape plan. “I’m sure you could do it...” Damien said, smiling at me. “Yes! I love this guy!” Krista shouted, jumping up to her feet. “So will you do it?” She asked, crouching as she smiled at me. “I guess...” I mumbled, shaking my head as I buried my face in my hands laughing. “Yes!” Krista cheered, laughing.