Challenge Accepted

First Interesting Day

Fuck my life.

My alarm went off. 5:30 am.

Seriously, no one one should be up this god damn early.

I hesitated to get up. The street light coming in through my window as little patches across my floor, but disappeared when mom walked in and flicked my light on.

"Mom!"

"C'mon Michael! Time to get up! Breakfast is ready, then I'll take ya to school."

Again... Fuck my life.

I forced myself out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and adjusting to the light still. I put on deoderant, my ADTR hoodie that gave me sweater paws, brushed out my black fringed hair, spiked it in the back a bit with hair wax, slipped on my black skinny jeans, black Vans, then headed down to breakfast.

"Morning dear!" Mom was always happy in the morning... I dont know why, it's too early.

"Morning mom... Where's dad?"

"Oh he had to leave early this morning, like four or something, but he did say for you to at least try and have a good day at school." I slumped in my chair, and took bite of toast.

What dad was referring to was my lack of effort in school. Bullies infested Northwest Christian College, most jocks on the soccer and rugby team, then the slutty cheerleaders. Everyone in between were people I also hated. I can't explain why... I just felt like, maybe I didn't belong with either crowd, the only friends I had were Luke and Calum, but it was even to hang with them since we only had one class together, the three of us, and after school with them working, or just having time to themselves, but we all sucked at school so we stuck together.

Mom grabbed her purse, I grabbed my backpack, and mom drove me to school, just as she did every morning. I walked in seeing all the different cliques, groups, clubs, whatever they labeled themselves as, and cringed. I hated this place... I'd rather stay in bed all day. I never hung out in the commons, so I headed to Mr. Jay's class. He was the music teacher, and no, not the choir or band teacher. It was a class were we learned to experiment with different instruments, and collaborate with other musicians in the class, then our tests and finals were performances. My favorite class because:

1: Luke, Calum, and I had that class.

2: I play guitar, and I can just lose myself for 90 minutes a day.

I walked in, giving Jay a quick smile and wave, then walked up to the second level of the floor and grabbed my Gibson from the closet Jay reserved for me every year. I started out with miscellaneous chords, some riffs, then played around with a song I'd been working on.

No one, not even my mom knows that I write songs. It was something I'd always though I was good at. If song writing was a class, I'd fly with passing grades, but sadly it was just a coping skill to deal with my thoughts and emotions. For instance, in third grade I had a girlfriend for two days, she dumped my ass for Garrett Isome, because the mother fucked had animal crackers. So I wrote a song about it called 'Choke on Animal Crackers, Bitch!' Mom found it, dad laughed, and mom made wash my mouth out with soap.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh-h-oh. Oh-h-oh. Don't talk... Let me think it over... How we gonna fix this... How we gonna... Damn." I freaking had it, then the words got lost.

Then I was distracted.

The door opened and a petite brunette walked in. Her hair was scene cut, tantalizing blue eyes, a bit of makeup on, and suprzingly the same outfit. I gaped at her, fiddling around with the strings to keep occupied, but the sweater also gave her sweater paws, and her mail carrier bag was an army green color that hung down to her thigh/knee area.

She looked at me, but quickly looked away, and walked into Jay's office. I watched the door every so often to see if they would walk out, but they didn't. After about fifteen minutes or so they walked out, and Jay and the girl walked over towards me.

"Hey Michael."

"Hey Mr. Jay, what's up?"

"I just wanted to introduce our new transfer student from America, Willow. Willow, this is Michael." She tugged at her sleeves that were already past her hands, looked up at me and gave a quick smile and wave. I smiled at her, though she wasn't looking and then smiled at Mr. Jay. They walked away, and I just kept starring at Willow... She seemed... Different, yet... Familiar all at the same time.

***

Lunch came around, and had no one to sit with, and like usual I thought I'd have to eat in the bathroom. But as I headed that way with my food, I saw her again... Willow. She sat alone. No tray of food, but she had her headphones in and was concentrated on her phone screen.

Why not.

I sat down next to her, and when she looked up and saw it was me, her cheeks turned rosy, her eyes widened, and she went back to her phone screen. She was playing Crossy Road. I tapped her on the shoulder, maybe to make some conversation. She pulled out her head phones, and shut her screen off.

"Wow... Music's pretty loud?" you could hear the muffled distorted sound of music from her ear buds. She just nodded, no facial expression, and just looked aimlessly at the table.

"Did you get lunch?" She shook her head.

"Are you hungry?" She nodded.

"Why didn't you get lunch then?" She shrugged.

"Wanna share with me?" Her eyes got big and she shook her head fervently.

"Okay, okay." I had my hands up in surrender.

A few minutes went by and she still sat there, aimlessly starring at the table, like it could sprout wings and fly at any minute. That's when I realized:

I've seen her smile, but no teeth, and I've seen her blush, but again, no smile, and I've seen her respond, but haven't heard her voice.

I took two grapes from my tray and stuck them up under my top lip, and made myself look like a Who from the Grinch Who Stole Christmas. I tapped her shoulder, and smiled. She bursted out into laughter, but it soon faded. She had a look as if she had just realize what she'd done, and covered her mouth, starring at me with eyes as big as saucers, her blue eyes shimmering from the florescent lights.

"No, no... Its okay," I spit the grapes out. "It's good to laugh." She brought her hand down, blushed again, then smiled at me, but with teeth. They were nearly perfect, not plastic surgery perfect, but naturally. She even had a slight dimple on her right cheek. She was so beautiful, but so quiet.

"Now...why don't you tell me you're name. Yes I do know it, but I want you to tell me."

Her eyes got big again, but then looked down at the ground, the thought of consideration, and she opened her mother to speak. But just as she was about to speak, the bell for the end of lunch rang. At that she was up and off to her next class, as I sat there, mouth a jar. I felt like I had just had this one night stand, and I was the bitch wanting more then just a fuck buddy.

Well Little Miss Willow, you're my new challenge accepted.