The sky was a sullen gray cloud of rain, and I slipped my backpack over my shoulder, slipping out the front door. The air was chilled, but I took no bother, rushing down the sidewalk in a heap of annoyance. My stupid father didn't wake me up again, god, fucking dumb ass. With a disgruntled snort I made my way up to Gloria Middle School, flipping some blonde hair over my shoulder as I opened the door. I wanted to kick something, but I held my composure, walking into the gym, sitting down next to a worried looking Gladess.
"Jesus, Liz! I was worried you skipped or something." I smirked, all traces of anger washing away, pulling my bag off my back as I slouched backwards into the bleachers behind me.
"Pssh! I never skip." I gave a her a lopsided grin and she shook her head, sighing as she finally gave in an smiled back. My best friend Gladess was, of any other words, gorgeous as a hell vixen. Dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a body to die for. Not stick thin, but curvy. Very, very nice.
"So.." She said finally after a moment of staring. "How'd the break up with Bernie go?" I looked down, shaking my head.
"Like a normal break up would?" I didn't mean it to sound like a question, but it came out that way, and I cringed internally. "He stalked off, though. He was pissed as fuck." I cracked a smile, and she nodded, yelping as the bell rang.
"I 'ment to do that." She whispered just loud enough for me to hear, and blushed, smiling all embaressed.
"Whatever you think." I winked at her mischivously, and jumped down, bag over my shoulder as I walked out. Second period was a free period, so I could ditch class if I wanted. I did need to listen to some tunes, I though, and went to my dark blue locker, twirling my combination in as I slid down against whoever's locker was beside mine. The hallways were empty on this side of school, since my locker is next to a bunch of sixth graders. I breathed in deeply, unzipping my bag as I pulled out my MP3 player and head phones. With great ease I slipped on the bulky ear wear, popping the cord into the music device, turning on shuffle. Immedietly I noted the song, Heartless by Carnifex. The begining always filled me with a deep sense of dread, but maybe that was why I liked it. I liked being sad sometimes, being dead inside. It gave me a sense of humanity.
Suddenly I could feel somebody beside me, and I opened my eyes, first staring at red converse until I moved my eyes up across black skinny jeans and a dark gray hoodie, and finally black flippy hair and blaring eyes. They were a random, bright green that glowed in the dark hallway, and they made my spine tingle in an awkward, unsettling way. With a roll of my eyes I shut off my MP3 player, pulling my Head phones off my ears and back into my bag.
"Hey." He said finally, like he had been working up to syaing it for a long time.
"Yeah, hey. What do you want?" I asked him, pushing myself up until I was on my feet, staring up at him.
"I can't find my locker." He looked down at his feet, as if embaressed.
"And?"
"Could you help me find it?" He looked right at me then, holding out a slip of paper. 180A. Right next to mine. I pointed to the one behind me, and handed the slip of paper to him, throwing my bag in my locker as I got out my cell phone.
To: Gladess Converse
From: Liz Sailor
Hey, do you know who the new student is? His locker is right next to mine.
Yeah, I chose to use grammar unlike some idiotic dumb asses. In a few seconds I got a reply.
To: Liz Sailor
From: Gladess Converse
His names Luke Taylor, and he just moved from Adairville Georgia. Hes in our grade.
With a smirk I closed my phone, leaning against the lockers as he put his bag inside his bare locker. "Well, Mr. Taylor, hwo has your day been so far?" He looked at me surprised, but shrugged, taking out some pictures.
"How do you know my name already? I just moved here." I shrugged like he did, and slipped the pictures out of his hands.
"Well, Luke, I have my ways. And who are these fine fellows?" The first picture was of him and a few guys; The first guy looked like a loner, with dark brown hair in a knit cap, and tanned skin, with some skater shoes. The second guy had blonde, flippy hair and was holding a broken in half skateboard, grinning hugely. The third guy was, well, different from them. Bright red hair to his shoulders, a white smile on his face, and had his arm around Luke. And not like when a friend his there arm around a friend. I mean, when -someones dating someone arm around shoulder- pose.
"The first guy's Jay, the second guy's Derick, and the third guy is Jerimiah." I nodded, then looked up at him.
"Your gay?"
"Wait, what?" I held up the picture, and shrugged, handing it back to him. Under is was another, where he was with a girl. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Stick thin figure. I crinckled my nose in disgust and handed that one back to, snorting.
"That guy had his arm around you lovingly." He nodded, leaning against the locker next to him.
"I'm not gay though."
"Then what are you? Because your definetly not straight."
"I'm bisexual." I nodded, leaning next to him, breathing in a sigh. "Its weird that I just met you and I'm telling you this."
"Why wouldn't you were friends." He smiled a sideways smirk, and I chuckled, breathing in deeply.
"So your like, okay with it?"
"Well, duh. I'm bisexual to." He looked at me wide eyed, like he was shocked. "What?" He shrugged, pulling off his hoodie, throwing it into his locker where he had hung his photo mantage. I could see bruises on his arms, purpleish yellow marks that sent shivers up my arm.
"You just don't seem like the type."
"What are those?" I pointed to his arm, to which he shook his head.
"I fell." I knew he was lying, but I let him be, shutting my locker as the bell rang. What a long day to come.
