Unspoken

The Beginning Chapter 1

Delila had never worried about relationships, they were just bullshit drama that she never wished to deal with. Oh- of course she wanted a significant other to hold her at night and kiss her scars but guys like that don't exist anymore, at least not in Arcadia High. All she wanted was to get out of here find a good job, a decent guy and-

"Delila!"

A ruler was cracked on her innocent desk as a sharp intake splits her lips. Now pissed that her endless rant had come to an unfortunate end, she glared her eyes up at the old hag who could rival Yoda's age expectancy. "Miss. McFarcry, I would like an explanation as to why you seem to be floating off into space during my class." The old woman pondered out loud, the attention never turning to the commotion since nobody really cared about what happens to the "cock-riding emo bitch" girl- according to the bathroom wall. Delila leaned forward on her elbows the metal accessories adorning her features clicked and clanked when she moved, the black sternum piercing tickling her cupid's bow as she smirked..

"Well you see miss... Uhm-psh who cares, your breasts are not nearly as entertaining as the ones I can see in my head. So I'm really, really not sorry that I'm not paying attention to your lecture about medieval sex positions" Delila sassed, not really caring about what kind of lie she had to conjure up as long as Miss. Hag-Bag left her alone. The class was silent other than a few "What a whore"'s and "She thinks she's cool"s, but Delila couldn't have cared less about them. The rebellious maiden slouched back in her seat as 'Miss. Hag-Bag' scoffed. "You go to Mr. Pasquinelli right this instant young lady and tell him about my breast problem then see how he reacts to your tomfoolery!" Huffing Delila rolled her eyes before standing up to her full near 4'10" glory. "Fine, it just gives me less time to see your wrinkly ass face." She blew a kiss before leaving the room, her boots clanking with each step.

Lounging on the uncomfortable bench in front of the office was no better than the blue desk chairs. Going home was all Delila was thinking about... Well that and how the wooden arm of the bench was going to give her scoliosis. Watching the other students walk in and out of the bathrooms stationed across the hall was as far as entertainment went besides the obvious male "accidentally" entering the females toilets and the faint sounds of teenage hormones coming from the bathroom... Ugh- nasty.

Yet at this point in her life she couldn't care less about the activities of her 'classmates' nor did she care what the new 'hip' and 'poppin' drugs were. The school was in the middle of nowhere and nobody could care less about the rural school. Delila didn't care about that trashy school either; to her, life was a roller coaster of bullshit boyfriends and girlfriends that were all too good for this world and didn't deserve her bad luck. She wasn't trying to pity herself, cause drama, or draw attention to herself. She only saw the beauty and life in them and couldn't keep them associating with someone so... Unhappy. Suddenly the memory of a cherry sweet redhead seeped into her mind making her smile. 'Terry cherry' the last girlfriend of Delila, who was just a ball of joy and vigor, was the redhead who plagued her mind with happy thoughts. She was a serious comic relief to Delila's otherwise maniacal life. But Terry no longer mattered neither did Jake, Mary, Seth, George, or Yona. None of them mattered now they were all caring, sweet people who could easily find someone else to make them happier.

Delila's thoughts were interrupted again by the end of class bell. People began to flood the hallways talking, laughing, and gossiping, but their eyes never moved to Delila as she sat on the bench legs propped up. No one paid her mind anymore. She grew numb to the threats on the walls and the shoves against the lockers, and people grew tired of the gossip about her scars. People just no longer cared. To Delila this was a blessing but she didn't care. Why should she?

Spotting a particularly common subject of interest on the other side of the hallway Delila perked up as she saw the coco mop of unruly hair and the gray pull-over. The person was Liu, a sweet boy whom she had befriended the first day she saw him without even talking to him. He was quiet and would always let what happened happened, which caused him to get into the shittist of situations. At first Delila watched him repeatedly get messed with and waited for him to step up for himself. He never did though, and it caused a riot in her mind. Why would he take it without retaliation? Then, one day, she saw him slowly stand up after being pushed against the lockers and almost like lightning this weak, pathetic boy nearly killed a kid in the hallway at school. Delila was in the right place at the right time and stopped him. The two weren't instant friends and Liu hated her for so long and she couldn't have cared less about the boy's grudge on her. Soon, they both became good friends and partners in crime but that relationship status took 4 years to master.