The Lost Cause And The Loner

Four.

*Ebony's POV*

My eyes opened and I groaned when I saw how I had fallen asleep. I was sitting at my desk, my head lying limply on my completed English homework. Ugh. Although it was a daily thing, it still hurt my neck to sleep like this.

Standing up and walking towards my wardrobe, I changed into my school uniform and combed my hair, putting a skeleton-hand hair clip in my hair. Half asleep, I brushed my teeth and trudged downstairs. My mum had gone to work; I was completely alone. Good. Just how I like it.

After breakfast, I left the house for school. I doubt Annika will be coming in today. Neither will anyone at her party, they're probably all completely hungover. Not that I know what that's like because I've never even taken a sip of alcohol. Oh well, that doesn't matter, I get great grades. Grades get you a future, not having fun and getting with boys.

When I reached school, I made a beeline for my locker. I searched through it, looking for my pencil. "Hey, look at this emo bitch!" Someone giggled behind me. Biting my lip, I ignored them as best I could. Why do people act this way?

"Do you worship Satan?" A girl behind me asked.

"What? No!" I turned around, frowning.

"That's a lie. All emos do." She smirked, walking off with her friends. I scratched my forehead, feeling a little sinking feeling in my heart. At least someone spoke to me. That doesn't usually happen.

Furrowing my brow, I shut my locker and started making my way to my first class, clutching my books to my chest. "Hey, don't listen to them." Someone said.

I spun round. It was the boy from the party.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I'm okay." I said quickly, turning to go to class.

"Whoa, not so fast." He grabbed my arm, pulling me to the side. "I'm Alex. What's your name?"

"It doesn't matter." I tried to pull away. Why was he doing this?

"It does." he assured me. "Damn..."

"What?" I frowned.

"You're fucking beautiful..." he mumbled. I gasped. "Shit... Said that out loud didn't I?" he chuckled.

I turned to speed-walk as quickly as I could down the hallway. No way was I getting involved in this.

"Hey! I'm sorry!" he called. Everyone around us turned to look, but I kept going. I can't be dealing with this. I can't be dealing with him.

When I was certain I had outrun him, I sighed and stepped into class. What was his problem? Ugh, whatever. Biting my lip, I tried to remember what his name was. Alex. That was it.

Not that I care. I was just wondering, of course.

The teacher began to start the lesson and I listened tentatively. However, something in my mind was distracting me. It was Alex. Why was I still thinking about him? I never usually bother with other people. They just get in the way of things and make you feel unnecessary feelings.

But was Alex trying to flirt with me? I've never experienced that before... Why would he choose me though? Nah, a boy wouldn't find me attractive.

Whatever Alex wanted from me, I wanted nothing to do with it.

Nothing at all. Absolutely nothing.