Insanity is the Only Path to Happiness

Going Out with the Devil... Sort of

I could not sit by him. Although I was unsure of how others could see him, I went no closer to him than was asked of me. When the teacher asked me to sit next to a boy with snakebites, a nose ring and blue hair, I immediately agreed and went over to the seat. Although the kid had his headphones on full blast, he still saw me coming over and smiled at me.

"Max!" He almost yelled.

I shrugged my shoulders. Was that his name? He pointed to himself and said, "Max," a little softer this time. I nodded and mouthed, "Cynthia." He smiled and paused his music. "Cute name."

I grinned. "Was that Five Finger Death Punch you were listening to?"

Max instantly grew more animated. "Yeah! You know them?"

"Not personally, but yeah. They are my favorite band. What is your favorite song?" I was actually quite curious about what his answer would be.

"Over and Under It. How 'bout you?" I shrugged.

"I am torn between Wrong Side of Heaven and I Apologize." I could tell that Max already knew those songs by the way he nodded. I could see him as a good friend.

After we had talked for a little bit, tuning the teacher out, he startled me by asking for my number. I gave it to him, still kind of questioning whether he was being serious or about to prank me. No one asked for my number, definitely not cute ones at that. As he was putting it in his phone, I let my eyes wander over to where Creepy was sitting and saw that he was looking right at me, well, more like Max. His jaw was set and he was almost glaring at Max.

Then, his eyes wandered over and met mine. I felt something pass between us and for a moment, I felt as though we were in our own little bubble. But, I felt Max shake my arm and ask, "Hey. What are you staring at that desk for? Hoping for a boyfriend to pop up?"

I shook my head and giggled. "Nah. I just spaced out. Did I miss anything?" I am sure that on the outside, I sounded put together and refined. But on the inside, I mentally destroyed myself by questioning my brain how a giggle made it past my lips. I did not giggle. That was a fundamental law of the universe.

He shook his head, thankfully unaware of the mental battle taking place within me. "Of course you missed something... The teacher has been yapping this whole time." We both snickered. I had a good feeling about this kid.

Just then, the bell rang for second period. We said our goodbyes and then parted ways. I walked for a little bit, and then felt someone's presence besides me. I glanced over and saw black hair with a grey tint. It was him.

"Enjoy your boy toy?" His voice held a trace of anger, and possibly jealousy.

"He is not my boy toy, and I cannot think of why you would care so much even if he was." I made sure to keep my voice low just in case he was invisible to everyone else. He chuckled.

"Well, I did explain it all yesterday. Guess the blonde side of you was paying attention, or not." It was a low blow, and I felt him mentally slap himself as I ignored him for the rest of the walk. It was a minute later that the bell rang and by then, I was already in my class and sitting down.

"What is your name?" I decided to be the bigger man here and extend an olive branch to him.

He looked upset, and then must have decided it was not worth the argument. He muttered, "Ian."

I nodded. It was a cool name, but I could sense he was hiding something.

"What is your actual name?" I apparently needed to gain more self control as well.