Diaries of an Outcast

Meeting Mr. Wrong

I didn't notice my nose was bleeding until I looked down from the window at the book I was reading. The pages had little droplets of my useless DNA splattered across the magical well known last page.
The page where everything seems to come back together, the girl who's failing every class suddenly gets excepted into the college her parents want her to go to, and she starts seeing the guy of her dreams.
"Fucking altitude." I mumbled at my expensive library book.
Ever since I had moved in with my dad and my step mom in their cabin in the fucking woods, I've been getting chronic nose bleeds. Fun.
As I frantically searched for some sort of clothe to soak up the Niagara Falls flow coming out of my nose, my dad opened the door.

"Ryland Anne. There's a boy at the door." He said sternly.
"Don't let him in" I frowned, a piece of tissue hanging out of my nose.
"It would be kinda hard to do that, because I invited him to have dinner with us tonight."
"Dad. I don't even know who that is."
"I'm sure you already know him, but I'll let him introduce himself." He looked around my room, "Just put on some nicer clothes."
I can't believe my dad doesn't like my sweatpants and vans shirt. Why do I have to dress up for dinner in my own house? This is going to be really awkward.
My dad is trying to get me laid.
Laid with the experience of stupid, useless high school relationships.
He met my mom in high school. She was tall, blonde and beautiful. The opposite of me.
I grabbed my jeans and a light blue top I would consider to be fancy.
And I left to meet this so-called man of my dreams.
As I turned down the stairs I heard an anxious "Hi there" from a guy with a deep voice.
Who says "hi there"? No one I know, case closed.
I turned the banister and a saw him. There wasn't much to see. He was tall and super skinny. He looked almost shriveled up, I could see the outlines of the bones on his face. His features were sharp. His piercing green eyes were vibrating with color, and his hair was as black as coal. He was so pale.
"Hey." I returned, sitting at the table.
"This is our neighbor, Alex Wrong." my step mom Erica said.
"Hey Alex," I repeated. "I'm Ryland Kotya."
I reached out my hand and almost pulled it back to me when his skin touched mine. He was so boney and cold.
Maybe he was a vampire.
Nah. Vampires are supposed to be strong.
"Hey Ryland," he repeated with much more asserted confidence. He painted a smile across his pale face. His teeth were whiter than his skin.
"Like your mom said, I live next do-"
"She's not my mother." I almost yelled.
"Ryland Anne Kotya, that's enough." my dad said his smile suddenly turning upside down.
"I'm sorry, Alex. She's not my mom. She's my step mom. My mom died last year in a car accident." I apologized. I know it was wrong of me, but I have a right to show my emotions.
At least, I'm supposed to anyway.
"Oh I'm sorry." he looked down at his dry chicken, "I guess I shouldn't assume."
"Yeah that's a good idea"
The table was suddenly silent. Awkwardly silent.
"Okay," my dad said getting up and helping Erica up, "We are going to see a movie, we will be back at midnight. Have fun."
And just like that they were gone.