Then I Met Her

Three

The screech of my alarm roused me the next morning. Sitting up, I slammed my hand on the top, silencing it. With a groan, I stood, making my way to the kitchen and turning on the coffee maker before turning and heading back to my room. I slid on a pair of black skinny jeans and my favorite black and white belt, along with a 'Get Scared' band tee. Leaving the room, I entered the bathroom, where I took out my piercing retainers and put in steel barbells and horseshoes. After quickly brushing my hair and my teeth, I filled my coffee mug, grabbed my backpack, and headed out the door.

Pulling into the school lot, I parked, grabbing my things, and walked through the prison gates.

Such a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

"JASPER!" 

Rolling my eyes, I turned to face him. Pitch was probably the only nice somewhat-popular person around there. Him and Jay were okay, I guess. "Dafuq you want?"

"Did you hear about the new girl?"

Nope, but I think I met her. "I just got here." Stated the obvious.

"I'll take that as a no. Her name is Valentina, and she is h-o-t. Hot."

"I thought you didn't swing for that team."

"I'd go straight for her my friend."

"Don't let Jay hear you."

"My heart belongs to my one and only."

I pretended to gag. "You done here, or will I have to stand in the hallway for the entirety of the school day?"

"Fine fine. Turns out though, that the new girl's in your homeroom class."

"So?"

He shruged. "I dunno. Nevermind. I've gotta go. See ya!" He grinned, walking away. Turning on my heel, I stalked to my locker, putting in the combination before I grabbed my textbook and walked into homeroom 12B. Sitting down at the back table, by the windows, I put in my earbuds and doodled on a piece of scrap paper, ignoring the rest of the world.

I'd been drawing since I was in preschool, and I wouldn't say I was good at it, but I'll say that I was better than some. Wow, that makes me sound like an asshole. Most of my "art" was made with black and white charcoal, I felt like it created a more realistic image even when drawing creatures from fantasy. Now, I wasn't some sissy gay boy (no offense to Pitch and Jay), and my drawings weren't really from any 'normal' fairytale. I liked to focus on the darker creatures, and faeries. I freaking loved faeries.

And that's what I was drawing...

Until the page was snatched up by some jackass that needs my fist in his face.

"Awww, look what freaky's drawing. His imaginary girlfriend." Adrian sneered. He wasn't just any jackass, he was the jackass.

"Jealous much? At least I have an imagination."

"Well, I at least have a girlfriend, y'know, that exists."

"We all know that's not true. You have you're little toys that you like to play with, not a girlfriend."

This pissed him off, but he seemed to lack a comeback. "Whatever. Freak." Adrian ripped up the page and let the pieces drop before heading to his table on the other side of the room. Standing up, I bent down and pick up the scraps. Pitiful, right? That I would actually care? Wrong, because I didn't. I was actually being nice, because I'm not an asshole that leaves trash on the floor for others to take care of.

I threw the paper away, making my way back to my seat when something hits me on the head. I rolled my eyes, bending over and picking up the crumpled paper before turning and shooting it into the trash bin.

Yes, I know I'm a freak.

And no, I frankly do not give a damn whatsoever

I did a mini victory dance - in my head - as I returned to my table. Sitting down, I put my earbuds back in, re-entering my own little world of nothingness, not paying attention to anything or anyone around me as I stared out the window.

When the bell for first period rang, I reluctantly took out my earbuds.

Our biology teacher, Ms Lynch, took her place at the front of the room, a small girl with pastel hair beside her.

"Alright homeroom 12B, I'd like you to welcome our new transfer student." She gestured to the girl. "Say a few words about yourself, hun."

"Um, hi." She waved slightly. "I'm Valentina Evans, or Val. I'm 17, and I love the color purple."

I heard Adrian snicker, and I wanted to peg my freaking book at his head.

"This week is Miss Evan's visiting week, as we're on break next week. I'd like you to use this time to get to know her." Ms. Lynch turned to the girl. "You may take a seat."

Valentina glanced around the room, and I knew what she saw. The three seats that surrounded me were the only empty seats in the room. She's going to think I'm a freak more than she probably already does.

Wait... since when do I give a damn what anyone thinks about me?

She made her way to the back of the room, taking the one desk directly beside me, smiling shyly at me.

"Hey." She whispered.

"Hi..." I mumbled in return.

There was an awkward silence between us until the teacher started lecturing.