Fandom High

Bright Colors

Walker

The next morning was all a buzz. I drove to Fandom High and, surprisingly enough, for school that was pretty much a library, it was alive with voices everywhere. The first floor was filled with people gossiping and the balcony's from the other three floors, also had murmurs raining down. Nathan was the first to find me.

"Hey," I said when I spotted him, "let me guess, I'm famous."

"Justin Timberlake famous. That was intense yesterday, dude. Lucky you didn't get suspended, too."

"Clearly." I mumbled, pointing to my now black left eye.

"Eleanor at two o clock." Nathan said, stepping aside as the Devil made its way into my view. Eleanor is a- well, you know. Once upon two years ago, I went out with her. Now, I can't see why. I thought she was everything, that I was falling in love. Then she ruined it, ruined my heart, ruined me.
How? By running off into someone else's arms.
Who's? Daxton Curtis's.
She followed him around like a lap dog, it was pathetic. The best part being, Daxton didn't want a relationship, if you know what I mean, like Eleanor did. He ditched her after a week and she came crawling back to me, begging.
Thing is, I didn't want her back, and I still don't. Now she tries to drawl attention to herself, kissing anything that walks by. If you asked her about her daily activities, she'd say: failing to make Walker jealous.

Her glossy, jet black hair swung behind her in a prefect braid, in contrast to the orange dress, that showed a lot more than I cared to see, she looked snobby. I laughed at her act, her show she put on that everyone knew was fake.

"Hi, Walker. You're looking...good." Eleanor said as she examined my battle wound.

"Gossip girl." I snickered. "Who are you suffocating today?"

She gave a stiff smile. "Nobody. Okay, well, maybe someone. Someone...blonde? Wasn't it? I think so."

"Leave her alone, she didn't do anything." I groaned.

"She didn't do anything? She did everything! Can't you see that? She's trying to steal you from me! All this time, I have been proving myself to you. And she just gets to waltz in and act like Miss America just to take you from me, and you let her!" I tagged Eleanor as a baby. She throws tantrums, like now, and not to mention, whines and complains about completely everything.

"Stop being such a two year old," moaned  Nathan to my right.

"Wait," I said, and faced Eleanor, "is this what you call it?" I asked, gesturing to her.

"I don't understand." She whispered.

"Of course. Is this what you call it? This show, the act you put on everyday, you call it 'trying to prove yourself to me?'"

"Yes."

"Then stop. You have nothing to prove. If this is your best, I'm disappointed. If I would have know that this was the girl I was going to go out with, I wouldn't have showed up to that first date. I don't need to see anymore."
And with that, I walked away.

Amberley

Like yesterday, I went to sit in the back, only to find someone in my seat. Not just any someone, Walker Newman.
I took the seat next to him.

"You're Walker Newman," I said as I sat. I wore my clothes that I had assembled the night before, with some light makeup and my hair, I left down, to stay in waves. I crossed my legs, and rested my chin in my hand.

He looked up and I was shocked. Unlike yesterday, his perfect face had a flaw. A black, purple-ish bruise, rounded his left eye. Though, I had to admit, he looked just as cute as before.

"And you're Amberley Moore." He stated in a warm voice.

"In the flesh." We had a moment of comfortable silence, I broke it. "Now that we got introductions out of the way...thank you."

"For?" He wore jeans and a plain white tee, also a pair of silver dog tags hanged from his neck. Walkers hazel eyes searched my face when I didn't answer.

"For sticking up for me yesterday," I indicated his eye, "look like it hurt."

"That's an understatement." He muttered as he ran a hand through his dark hair.

"You really shouldn't have done that though. I could have handled it myself."

"By 'it' you mean Daxton? Maybe you could've taken him, but trust me, you don't want
anything to do with him."

"So I've heard. Thank you, again."

"You're welcome." There was another beat of silence, he broke it this time, "Anyway, how do you like it here so far?"

"It's very...colorful." I said remembering the giant murals in the foyer, with bright neon colors. I noticed that there were different pictures on every wall, but still at random.
The movie family had a wall with lot of Disney characters panted next to each other, like they were posed for a picture, all in great detail and color. Behind them, stood every main character to every well known anime in their signature pose.
Then, the comic family had a wall, too. Mostly Marvel, as you could imagine. Superman was in his known pose, pushing off a roof of a building, going into flight. Spiderman, was swinging from that building, using his webs. Batman, of course, was standing under his symbol that shown in the sky, wearing his all black suit. The Avengers looked as if the were heading to battle, fearless faces and weapons at the ready.
As for the book family, every ship name imaginable was on our wall. Along with little symbols. An Angelic rune for The Mortal Instruments, a black feather for the Hush Hush saga. A chess piece, apple, ribbon and a flower for Twilight. Harry Potter got the Deathly Hallows.

He chuckled, "Yeah, we think that the more open your mind is, the more free, creative and imaginative you become."

"Oh, I am very imaginative."

"How so?" He asked with a sly smile.

"Mmm...I called you Dean Winchester last night. I also want to be a writer, therefore, good imagination is a must."

"Me, Dean Winchester? Pff, in my dreams." He said mockingly, then his face went more serious, "You won't be bumping into Daxton anytime soon, he was suspended for a while."

"I figured." His face lit up and he looked as if he remembered something.

"Oh, are you coming to The Clearing tonight?"

"What the hell is The Clearing?"

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