Small Towns and Tattoos

5:30 A.M

   
                                                                              *BEEP BEEP BEEP* 

    I roll over and look at my alarm.. 5:30.. Oh my god. Why am I awake? I turn it off and lay in bed for a few minutes, thinking is this new school really worth it? Is it really worth walking through the hallways while everyone stares at you because you have tattoos and piercings? Is it worth having every preppy bitch laugh at you while you walk past them in your combat boots and ripped jeans? Honestly if I wasn't so close to being out of school I probably would've dropped out already, But this is my last year might as well make it worth it. I roll out of bed and walk over to my window, its still dark out which is my favorite time of the day. The world is so quite, so peaceful even this small town is nice at this time of day. I grab my running shoes and slip them on before I walk outside. The air is crisp and smells like rain. God I love that smell. I start running around the block and as I'm turning the corner my body slams into another person. Fuck. What the actual hell is someone else doing up this fucking early. As I pick myself up off the ground I hear him say "Shit, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? No one is ever awake this early. I am so sorry."
      He's tall, really tall his voice is raspy. His chest and arms are bare from cloth but they're covered in ink beautiful pieces of  art work. I realized that im staring at him and he's still just standing there waiting for my response to his question, but I couldn't form any kind of words. I just turned around and ran back to my house.  I didn't say anything, i just stared at him like im some kind of idiot. Oh my god, great way to start out here. Walking back up stairs to my room i shut my door and lock it behind me. I look at the time again and its 6:15. Shit. I still need to shower and get ready for school. I hurry and jump in the shower and let down my long black hair. After washing my hair and body I turn off the water and wrap the towel around my thin tattooed covered body. I walk into my room to pick out my outfit. I swear all I own is black, oh well I guess. That's what makes me comfortable.  Black skinny jeans and my favorite hoodie and a pair of black chucks. Drying my hair and straightening and applying my eyeliner quickly, I do my last minute touch ups before walking downstairs to greet my mother.
       My mother has always been against me having tattoos and piercings, but as long as Im not getting in trouble she let's me do as I please. She acts like she doesn't see them and acts like she doesn't care but deep deep down I know she hates that her only child is a disappointment. A disappointment that is a constant reminder that she fucked up. My mom and I don't really see eye to eye on life. She wants me to be a doctor, or a lawyer. She doesn't want me to pursue my dreams in being an artist. Art is the only thing in this world that makes me happy, art makes me feel something, Art is who I am. She greets me at the end of the stairs with a cup of coffee, and asks me about my run, which I totally forgot about already. I still can't believe i didn't answer him, he was just so beautiful with his blue eyes and sandy hair.  "It was alright, I still have to figure out my route. But this is a nice area." She smiles with the fake smile that she tries to use as a comfort smile. I know that she is disgusted with me but oh well. Her smile fades and she says  " Well as long as you promise me you wont mess this one up. There were a lot of strings to pull to get you into this school. Speaking of which you're going to be late. Get going. I love you." 
   I ignore all of the things she says about me messing up again, but I didn't even mess up, none of it was my fault. It was all his fault, he did this and blamed it all on me. But whatever. I walk out to my car and hop in. Its not a long drive to the school from my house, so pulling into the school my nerves start to get the best of me as i pull into a spot and park my car. I look down at my hands, they're starting to sweat and shake. Come on Dillan, you've got this. This isn't the first time you've been to a new school. Pull yourself together. Unbuckling my seat belt I open my door and step out. With my door shutting behind me, I look up and see him. The guy from this morning, he has a shirt on now but its white, and very sheer, his tattoos are peeking through.  Shit im staring again. Oh my god. NO. He saw me. shit shit shit. please don't come over here. I quickly walk into the school with my head down. I avoid him all together and instantly find the office. Finding the office in a new school is kind of my specialty.
     This school is huge, I don't think i've ever been in a school this big. It's kind of nice, you know maybe people wont notice I'm here. Walking into the office the lady behind the desk eyes widen when she sees my arms, and pierced face. " Uhh, Hello.. How can I help you sweetie?" her voice is shaky, shes nervous. " Hi, I'm Dillan I'm new here and I don't really know where I'm supposed to be." Her eyes lighten, "Oh Hello! Did you find a parking spot easy enough? I'm April, Im the one behind all this madness in the office. Just take a seat and Ill Get your schedule." She seems nice, I hope I'm not in here a lot this year, I just want it to be a good year. For once.  She walks back over to me with a big folder that has my name written across the top in bold black letters. "Alright, here's all of your paper work that you or your mother has to fill out, Also here is your schedule. Your first period is Photography with Miss. Bennett, Its down the hall to the right and here is your locker and combination." She talks fast and very airy. " Thank you so much." I get in quickly before she makes me late to class. I Thank her again quickly and start towards my first period class.
    I reach for the door of Miss. Bennet's room and my hand meets another hand. Cold rough hands  My eyes shoot up and realize who's hand is touching mine. It's him, the guy from my run. I pulled my hand away quickly and he smiles wow his smile. god, he is really beautiful. "We've got to stop meeting like this." His voice is deeper and raspier than I remember than this morning. " Uh, yeah. Sorry for running off this morning, I just felt so stupid for running into you and I didn't think anyone would be out that early." He laughs, wait did I say something funny? Shit. Im staring again. He starts to speak, " Its alright, honestly I thought you were hurt, you hit the ground pretty hard." Aw that's sweet he wants to know if im okay.. I mean im a little sore but I'm not gonna let him know that.  "Uh, I'm fine thanks, But I really need to get in there and find a seat before everyone else gets in there. Excuse me." I walked into the classroom quickly before he could impose. I don't need any distractions, and he will distract me enough just by him sitting there. I found a seat in the corner by the window and sat down while everyone piled in, talking to their friends and laughing. I realize I still don't know his name, I really want to know his name. Fuck. HIs name isn't important. My mind wonders in a different direction and my eyes scan the room, He's sitting by himself too, God that makes me want to go and sit with him, But I know I can't. I can't get close to him. 
      I wont let another boy get the best of me. I wont let him control how I think, and the best way to make sure that happens is to avoid him at all costs. I just hope that I don't find out his name and pray that this is the only class I have with him. HIs beautifully cut jaw and his piercing blue eyes are going to be hard to avoid, But this is what's best. I doubt he's even thinking about me, I mean who would?