Maybe I'll Be Okay ♡

Chapter 1

Van's P.O.V.

I walked in the door of my first period class. Why did I have to come here? I could've ditched.

Something just made me get up, and come here. Damn.

"Ah. Mr. Mercelle, come on in." The teacher said, waving for me to come closer to him. He was a slightly tall man, but a bit big on the waist. As he introduced me, I looked around the room for an empty seat. My eyes locked on the girl in back.

She was...beautiful. I've never seen anything so perfect. Her bangs covered her eyes, but I could tell she was looking at me. Electric blue and blonde hair. It matched her eyes, which were a sky blue. I didn't mean to stare, but she was just so perfect.

Once she figured out I was looking at her, she shyly looked down at her book. So cute. "Mr. Mercelle. Please, take a seat." the man beside me said. I nodded, and found a seat two desks away from my girl. As I walk down the aisle, a girl with heavy cleavage winked at me. Ew. No thank you. I'm not interested in girls like you. And even if I happened to, I still wouldn't like your ronchy ass.

The girl next to me, had brownish-gold hair that was in beach curls. She looked over at me several times. Maybe she thinks I'm cute. Wait. What was that?

The girl looked from me to her, and smiled. What was up with that? I wasn't going to ask, yet, but, I'm going to find out. Since she's a girl, she likes guys- stop. What am I thinking? I don't even know them.

In the middle of Mr. Butterball's speech, the recess bell rang. Fuck yes. I shuffled everything in my backpack for my next class, and began to walk out the room. I noticed the cute girl was still in her seat. "Her name is Styler. She's probably your type." a voice murmured in my ear. I turned around and saw the girl that sat beside me.

I didn't say anything, but I switched my gaze to Styler. My type, huh. After a few moments of staring, the girl walked away. She was a smart girl. "Styler, is it? Hello, I'm-" In mid-sentence, the chick shuffled her things, and left. I stood there for a moment, watching her leave. "Sorry, I don't associate with players."

I'm not a player. Who does she think she is? I followed her seconds after she was out of the door. I walked behind her until we were alone.

"I told you, I don't associate with players." she grumbled, turning around swiftly. Her hair tossed back when she did. "May I just introduced myself?" I asked, my eyes watching her every movement, every hitch in breath, every blink.

Styler didn't respond, nor did she turn away. I took this as an acceptance.

"Hi, my name is Van Mercelle. I just moved here with my mother, and I am the new kid. I have hobbies such as eating, surfing the internet, and listening to music. I may look scary, and I may look untrustworthy, but I am very compassionate. Not to everyone, no. But, to the people who need compassion. To the people who have lost hope." I took a breath, and finally took my eyes off her.

I stared at the ground as I finished my introduction, that seemed to turn into a speech, by now.

"I give it to the people who need to cared for. To the people who want to be heard. That is who I am."

When I looked up, I expected her to be shocked by my amazing, yet depressing introduction. She wasn't even there. She must have left in the middle of my speech.

I slightly cursed under my breath, and walked towards the spot where she stood. I sat down, and stared at the wall that surrounded me. I sighed lightly, and closed my eyes. 'She really doesn't like me. I should give up.' I repeated in my head, what seems like forty times. I lie back on the concrete floor, eyes still closed.

I finally fell into the silence, and my mind took a wild turn towards the Daddy Destroyer. I began to think of my father, all he did to my mother, all he did to me. The memories slid in, and settled in for a good while. I then, began to think of the good things that happened in my short little life. I smile as I reminisce. Happy, longful tears fall from my eyes. I wish I could stay a child. An innocent, happy, energy-filled child.