Ash knew it was going to be a bad day as soon as he pressed play on his phone, releasing the lyrics of his favourite MCR song 'Teenagers' into his ears. The bell had rung, signalling start of lessons. To Ash it was the gong to hells gate's, ringing out, calling him to socialise and spiking his anxiety to dangerous levels.
'Because the drugs never work."
Ash bit his nails, moving his lips minimally, humming the tune.
" They're gonna give you a smirk."
Ash looked at his shoes, the black vans, a contrast against the white floor.
"Cuz, they got meth in to keepin you clean."
He brushed his fringe out of his eyes and fingered a belt loop on his jeans.
The chattering around him drowned out his headphones.
Suddenly he felt something tug at his foot, twisting him around to face a scene that was something short of a nightmare.
The girl was sprawled on the floor, her cheeks blazing as she scrambled back up onto her feet and tried to hastily pull all her sheets and books together in one big, messy pile.
An all the while Ash just stood there like a penguin in a bowl of lemons, gaping.
If there was an award for dulling red cheeks in less that 4 seconds flat, this girl could've won them all. That was all it took for her to straighten her posture, take a deep breath and smooth over the icy cold calm from before she slinked into the crowd and disappeared.
Ash was left there dumbfounded as the song continued to pound in his ears, and the bell for lessons suddenly rang.
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Ash didn't know the new girls name but it seemed that had already made it into the bitches group gossip. Record breaking, seeing as the bleached-blonde sluts, who's vaginas seemed more used than Google, would never even glance in the direction of anyone who wasn't one of the football squad.
He had a tendency for being late to English, the teacher didn't seem to mind though, and even sometimes let him off homework. Opening the door and mumbling a soft apolagy Ash shuffled to the back of the class in his usual seat, but when he reached his desk a pair of black converse were twisted underneath the table, which were connected to some legs and dark jeans and then a jumper with some boobs and then to top it all off, the head of the very girl that he had just sent flying in the hallway.
"Gods fuck me" he silently prayed and glanced back at the teacher. She shrugged, asif to say 'why not?' No fucking way was this happening. It was a bloody Monday for Christs sake, what more torture could the gods bestow on him.
Swallowing his retorts, he scooted around her and pulled out the chair creating a scraping sound that he was pretty sure he'd sell his own genitals to take back, as everyone in the class turned around. 'That's it' he decided plonking down in the plastic seat, 'I'm officially selling my death warrant and handing myself over the Satan in the toilets after this'.
The girl still sat there, her stillness never faltered as she stared straight to the front.
Fuck me he emphasised loudly in his head.
Yes fuck him alright, after this he was sure that he could never hold his dignity to the same level again.
And just like that, the class turned round, loosing interest as the teacher resumed her lesson.
Mini alarm bells were sounding somewhere major in his head and he wasn't sure whether the tiny people inside could cope as his brain went into overload. Too many eyes. Gods above he was fucked. And he was pretty sure he didn't want to die before he got to meet Ray Toro and plait his hair. He couldn't die before MCR got back together either. And his mum was making macaroni cheese tonight.
Ash glanced down at the girls hands before him sighing, a distraction, anything. Yet the first thing he noticed when he glanced at her hands wasn't the white nuckles or knotted fingers, or the small tribal tattoo she had running down her thumb, but the small line of a pink fleshy scar that stuck just slightly over the sleeve of her jumper.
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Anyways Thankyou guys for reading this first chapter. Who knows where this will go. I'm kindof enjoying this now after leaving this story plan to rot in my phones notes for awhile.
Anyways idk what gonna happen but ima try to make it interesting.
It's four am now and I have school in 4hours yay.
I think ins just go cry to my parents and hopefully they will sympathise.
Em
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