The Beast

The Beast (1)

I stared back at my soulless forest green eyes through my full-length mirror as I braided my long fiery orange- tinted hair to the side. My eyes were more sullen-looking than usual but I couldn't blame them. They were just matching my mood.

I was tiny for someone my age and my skin was pale but this was who I am.....

I sighed to myself and picked up my backpack from the floor, silently checking my room once again before I headed out the door.

I walked down the stairs as quietly as I could and briefly went to the kitchen to simply grab an apple to munch on for breakfast. The apple was smooth and shiny as if it went through a car wash and I weighed it in my hands, trying t see how heavy it was.

My aunt was still asleep around this time so no one could scold me for my lack of appetite and bad eating habit.

I walked out the front door, pulling the hood of my tight-fitting black hoodie up in an attempt to hide my face from everyone and everything.

It was a windy day and I mentally praised myself, glad that I decided to wear my skinny jeans over my thin leggings that day.

I walked silently on the 10 minute trip to school as I munched on the juicy apple.

People passed by me, sparing me a glance before they moved on. Everyone knew me here just because of how much of a freak I was.

News spreads fast in small towns.

I finished the apple just as Willow Creek High came into view and I threw the core in a nearby trashcan, earning a loud hiss from a cat who was lounging beside it.

Even cats hated me....

I hate school...

People always criticize me, bully me, hurt me like I was just a speck of dust underneath their feet that needed to be put down even more.

But I had no choice. I had to go so I stayed away from people which was quite easy since they avoided me too.... sometimes.

I trudged through the doors and walked to my locker, making sure to keep my gaze down.

Luckily, everyone was ignoring me that day...

But there had to be a reason why.

I looked around, noticing something different today. People were even more loud , if possible and the noise was hurting my ears.

"Did you know there's a new student?"

"Yeah. They said he transferred here after beating a guy to near death in his old school."

I raised my brows at that.

So, we got ourselves a bad boy huh?

Great... More pain.

"People call him... 'The Beast'." Was the last thing I heard before the group of girls scurried off to their first class.

I made a quick stop in my locker before heading to my first class which of course was homeroom.

Homeroom with Mr. Thatcher.

I wasn't really fond of that guy and I don't think he was fond of me either. He always found ways to humiliate me in class.

I slid the door open and I put my hood down, breathing in the smell of my classroom which did't really smell like anything.

I was always.... always the first one to class so when I felt a pair of eyes on me, I was startled.

He was a huge guy but he wasn't fat. He was super fit, all muscles.He had a tattoo that snaked around his left arm and tons of piercings on his ear and a lip piercing which just added to the scary aura he was emanating. His raven-black hair was sticking up everywhere as if he ran a hand through it multiple times but it looked good on him.