Total 360° (Interracial)

1. The Greener,The Better.

        "Keep it together Latoya." I said to myself. It was my first day attending Waterloo High, my new torture chamber for my remaining school life. I wished my mom didn't have to switch jobs but a better opportunity arose and she accepted it. Although I would have rather stayed at my previous school, I was happy for her. Besides, change is good, or so people said. 

        I walked through the door and to be completely honest, it didn't look that bad. Basic, blue lockers lined both walls, one in particular was heavily decorated in streamers and cards. 'Someone's birthday.' I thought. Students littered around the corridors. Some talking vigorously on the phone, others, to their friends.

   I got a few looks here and there, which was to be expected, I did transfer there in the middle of the year. I thought. Stopping at the front door, I pushed it open and was hit with the scent of forestry. It was everywhere. Hanging from pots in the ceiling, on the floor, even on the counter I was approaching. The amount of greenery I was seeing was astonishing. 'I'd bet anyone one hundred dollars that there's weed somewhere in here.'

  A thin, wispy lady sat behind the counter, "Good morning, you're new I can see." I nodded. She drew her eyes to her computer, "Name?" 

  "Latoya Jefferson." 'Why did that sound like a question?' 

  She gave me a small smile and handed me an assortment of papers. "This is the school map, your schedule, your locker number, combination number and- " She stretched out the last word as she placed a laminated card on a chain in my already full hands. "Your school ID. Make sure to always have it on."

  I nodded and paused, reviewing the things that were now in my possession. I skimmed the schedule, my attention solely focusing on the map.

  "Sweetie, you need to leave. There's someone behind you."

  Spinning around, I saw that there was indeed someone behind me. I flashed an apologetic smile and left the room. 

  Making it to my locker, I took all my books out my bag and placed them neatly in the spaces. The weight of them was made promonent as I noticed my bag felt five pounds lighter.  Giving my schedule a look, I saw that I had History, then a double English period. Seemed tollerable.

  The bell rang, signalling the beginning of school. Glancing at the map once, I groaned. My history class was on the second floor. Lovely.

 I got my required books and began my brisk walk to the class, but of course, something must stereotypically go wrong.

  "Owww!" I groaned as I hit something hard. I fell to the ground, my books scattered everywhere. 

  "Are you okay?" a voice asked me, extending a helping hand. 

  "Sorta, thanks" I knelt down to gather my books. 

  "Here" I was handed a book. I looked up to see the most gorgeous grey eyes I had ever seen. I thanked him quickly, about the resume my rush when something about his demeanour caught my attention. 

        His messy, black hair covered the bulk of his forehead, stopping, just at his eyebrows. His steel grey eyes were cold, showing no hint of emotion what so ever. His nails were painted in a lovely blue-black colour, a biker glove resting on one of his hands and a thigh length chain dangling from his belt buckle gently grazing against his black, skinny jeans.

          "Is there something wrong?" he questioned me. In those instances, I thank the heavens that I was blessed with a dark complexion. I can imagine I would have looked like a tomato.

  "Um, no I-um, there's-I-I just," I stuttered and stumbled on my words. "Excuse me." I muttered and quickly dashed off, books in hand.

  'What the hell's wrong with you? Since when do boys turn you into a prepubescent teen?'   I grimaced. Remember when I said change was good? Fuck that shit.

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