She sat in the back off the room with her hands cupped over her mouth, eyes opened wide. She stared in shock at the sight before her. This was awful. This was terrible. This could not be happening. It wasn't fair. There were very few things in this world that made Victoria Hemmings happy, and now there was one less. She hadn't done anything wrong, she hadn't done anything to deserve this, and yet it happened, and she couldn't fathom why. She continued to sit there, mouth agape, gawking at the tear-jerking sight before her.
Zachary Diaz had cut his hair.
His gorgeous hair; the beautifully sculpted mess of hair that sat atop his head had been brutally butchered, and Tori couldn't understand why. It was so unbelievably beautiful before. With a flick of his head, Zach's enamoring red hair would flip out of his eyes (not to mention he looked quite fabulous when he did so anyways), so there was no need to cut it. Why his parents felt the need to be so cruel as to chop off a half inch or so of the boy's intoxicatingly perfect hair, Tori would never know, but she did know that there was not a single thing in the world that could bring her out of the depression she often felt like watching him flip his hair. He could still do it of course, but it just wasn't the same. It looked weird now. Of course, Zach himself was still beautiful but she couldn't deal with the fact that his most attractive feature had been so awfully massacred.
However, it isn't that hard to notice when a girl is staring you down as intensely as Tori was Zach, so naturally when he saw the alarmed look on her face was directed at him, he got up and asked the girl what troubled her so.
"I... You... Why did you cut your hair?!" Tori asked with a frown.
"Oh, I, I dunno." Zach had a really deep voice. It was pretty sexy.
"But-but it was so beautiful before and I just - how could you do this to yourself?"
Tori was clearly bothered by this situation, so the ginger said, "Okay, do you want me to grow it back out?"
"Yes," she replied quickly.
"Okay then, will do."
"Don't ever cut it again. Ever."
"What're you gonna do if I do, kill me?"
"No, I'll just make sure that when you wake up the next day you'll be wondering why you can't feel anything below your legs," the blonde said with a wink. He smiled at her and it made her day, probably her entire month.
She wasn't sure how exactly the conversation became what it did, but she loved it. They spent the entire period sitting in the back of the classroom together talking about ways to kill/permanently disable someone, and when the bell rang he told her that if he came up with anymore that she would be the first person to know.
And what an honor it was.
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Since the the fourth day of school, Tori had been completely infatuated with Zach. She hadn't even spoken a word to him until the day that was just relayed to you, which was just shy of a month into the school year. But dear lord was his hair beautiful. She had heard him talk to other people before during the class and she liked the things he said. He was unbelievably attractive. He had at least thirty bonus points scored with her before he even had to utter two syllables, for he was:
-A ginger, which was Tori's biggest turn-on.
-He had "flippy hair," which happened to be Tori's second biggest turn-on. (Combining those two was something Tori thought only occurred in her imagination, so when she found out it was really a thing she practically melted like butter on a freshly paved parking lot in Texas on the motherfucking summer solstice.)
-A lefty, which automatically got him on her good side because Tori was a lefty too and she thought they were the coolest.
-Into the same bands Tori was, which she found so hard to believe because no one she bothered to associate with had ever been as obsessed with metal and rock bands as much as she herself was.
And that was just background information she had picked up on without making conversation. She had no idea she and this boy would have so much in common.
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For the following few days, Zach and Tori abandoned all thoughts of doing class work to talk to each other. No matter what they talked about, Tori seemed to somehow constantly steer the conversation back to his hair, which made him chuckle. By the third day of this blossoming friendship he let her touch it, which was something she had only fantasizes about. It was quite a let down, really; it felt like fucking straw. When she told him that, he said he'd find a way make it soft, which set Tori's heart aflutter. Not only was there that, but throughout their conversations, he'd often take a yardstick and circle her, poking and prodding her with it. She'd tell him to stop, which she knew would be of no avail, and that was okay because she really wanted him to keep poking her with that yardstick. He did, and he occasionally would poke her breast "on accident," and she'd shoo the end of the yardstick with a firm "no" and you know what that beautiful boy did? He laughed.
Hey there, I just wanted to say that I'm really excited for this story. The first few chapters will be pretty clean, and it will eventually get a little more... "Intense." Yes, I know these kids are in high school, and I assure you I'm not going to make anything too dirty happen. Yet. What can I say, this Zach kid is a real pervert. I can't help it.
Most of the things that will happen in this story have happened to me (except in middle school, not high school.), and that's why I wanted to write about it, because it's really an interesting story to hear and I figured more people would want to listen if it was written as a fiction novel. But as you read, bear in mind that very few things are embellished in here. Yes, I've changed the names, and yes I've changed a bit of the plot so that it's easier to understand. But the self-harm and teary scenes that are to follow were real. Some of the conversations are going to pulled from real texts with the actual boy that Zach Diaz is based off of. So as you continue reading, bear in mind that not everything here exists only in the author's imagination; the issues are real. This story is real. And it's pretty fucking sad. As of now, I don't know if it will have a happy ending, and if it doesn't, I'd be okay with it, and so should you; reality doesn't give everyone happy endings. I can't promise you a relatable story, and I can't promise a perfect romance novel that will have kissing and hugs and cute little cliches scattered throughout, but I can promise you one thing. This story will be original, and it will give you weird feelings, those ones you and I both don't have a word for but both know exactly what I'm talking about.
Oh, and FEELS AHOY, YOU LITTLE SHITS, FEELS AFUCKINGHOY.
-E.L.
