Bite Me...I Like It

Her hair was what anyone that crossed her, saw first.

 It was dyed a charcoal black and shoulder length with dark purple bangs that she normally swept out of her face and pinned aside with a Hello Kitty hair pin. Despite the rules to not smoke on school grounds, you’d normally find her outside, puffing tobacco clouds from her plump pink lips. You’d never see her without black makeup surrounding her teal eyes, rumor has it that she even slept with black mascara on.

Now, what the boys drooled over and the girls sneered at was her surprising body.

Most schools have ugly Goths with fat bellies and pimpled faces, but she was different. Her skin was blemish free and naturally ivory. Nothing was drawn-on, not like the fake Snooky’s that stumbled around the hallways with their five-inch cheetah heels.

No, her face was naturally beautiful, despite the ball piercing under her bottom lip.

The only friends she kept around were the ones that knew her grandparents would always bitch about how she could have been a model if she hadn’t gone and pierced her face and became so ‘dark’. Her body was curved, her breasts not just little mosquito bites. As a Senior in High School, she had a slammin’ body and wasn’t afraid to let her hips poke out and her belly button piercing show.

Her normal Goth garb had others on edge around her. She was the definition of bad news, a succubus in her own school.

But, they didn’t know her true nature, what dark secret lay beyond her façade.

She was a Dominant. A sadist with a special taste for lust’s forbidden cavern. Though, she wasn’t one for whips, she loved to stand over others, have them lay like putty in her hands. She loved having control.

But he didn’t know that when he approached her on May 8th of their Senior year.

Her name was Robin and he had a crush on her, ever since they first met in seventh grade. She was just a little different back then, coming to school with strange bruises and cuts that she blamed on sports. And everyone had believed her, knowing how she loved to wrestle around with the boys on the football field, but he never did.

He always had a sort of knack for knowing when she was lying.

Some would say he was a creeper, but the pair had been close friends once. Knew each other’s secrets and would sit next to each other in class and giggle at the teacher that wore his pants too high.

But when High School came around; she left.

Without a word, he had lost all contact with his best friend. She was gone for three months at the beginning of their Freshman year, but when she finally came to homeroom on the second day of December, she was completely different. Her normally bright baby blue eyes had grown an icy teal that left the whole classroom silent.

Her hair had been dyed from its natural dark brown to a coal black and had been chopped off down to shoulder length.  He almost broke down in tears at the sight of the hard line that her lips formed.

He had changed without her, making him realize that moment how much he had relied on her.

His bowl hair cut had been shaved and re-grown over the summer in messy blond locks that he soon learned girls loved streaming their greedy fingers through. His green eyes shined a bright emerald, the first thing anyone noticed about him. Since he had last seen her, he had shot up from a meek 5’4 to a menacing 5’7 and had noticed he had some muscle going on under his shirt.

Despite the fact he had been shedding his boy-ish form, she hardly spared him a glance for the next three years. Something happened during those three months that changed his old friend.