Bitten to perfection

Chapter 2

Chap2

 

Mindless chatter surrounded the thin hallways of the school. I was on my way to my form room, where i would yet again sit on my own; no one wants to sit near the weird girl. Don't blame them to be honest. It's in their best interest to stay away from me.

I walked into my form room, sighing at the visually impaired classroom with dread. The outside of this school isnt too bad; Red bricks, matching up the two buldings. Painswick high is a tiny ass place, considering theres hardly any students in this damned town. But theres enough i suppose. The ironic thing though, is the fact we have so little students, yet a big ass main building; I mean, half the classrooms arent even used. They just sit there, wallowing in the darkness. Depressing much. The canteen is the other building. Same size as this one, way too big for us to use. But it gives me my space, which no one invades.

But this room? Woe be me, it is the worst room in this place! The walls were painted with a cheap, mouldy yellow colour; the paint was chipping off in areas though. The carpet used to be a light blue. Now its grey. Not a nice grey, a murky grey. And don't even get me started on the tables! *shudder*

I sat with impatience at the table in the darkest corner of the room, furthest from the front and other people; just the way i like it. Closing my eyes i wished the time away. My spine wouldnt stop tingling, what with all these students in the room at once. I fucking hate that.

A chair scraped out next to me brought me from my thoughts. My defenses went up as i swung to face this intruder. How DARE they come sit by me?! Everyone in this place knows how we roll; They leave me be, i leave them be? Who's fucking that up?! I spread a scowl over my features, scrutinizing this... person? I saw a battered pair of navy blue converse high tops laced up scruffily; Okay, good start. Wait what am i saying?! I mentally shook my head and continued my glares. Black skinny jeans were tucked into the converse, with a navy blue shirt tucked in. A bright green hoody fell haphazardly over that. I'll give them one thing... They got style.

I sucked in a breath, setting an icy glare on my face and looked up into their face. I was met with an awed look, emmiting from a pair of vibrant blue eyes. Being sure to keep my glare locked in place i scanned the rest of the face. A straight nose fell under the eyes, and under the nose fell two blood red lips. I chuckled drly to myself. Blood... NO. I gazed up at their head, finding myself getting flustered. A thick black fringe swept across their face, blonde highlights making themselves knows in the fringe. A greay beany lay half on, half off their head, mainly buried by the green hood from their hoody. Damn this better be a boy. I scanned them again quickly, finding they had a silver lip ring aswell. DAMN this really has to be a boy. Fucking H.O.T.

I remeber who i am and where i am. I set my face in stone and glare into those sea like eyes.

They sit, then turn to face me completely. An eyebrow raises. Oh hell no.

"You cant sit here? Run along little boy," I snapped visciously, irritation seeping into my voice.

"No can do, dear. I prefer the dark, you seem like my people. Im staying." A deep voice responded. Definately a boy! I growled minutely, finding myself irritated, yet... integued?

I huffed away from him, watching as he smirked and turned in his seat. Oh he thinks he won that one. Ha. We'll see.

"Morana?!" Mrs Bides nasally voise screeched, schocking me into reality. I played with my eyebrow bar haughtily.

"You rang?" I answered with a sickly sweet smile. Bitch aint got nothing on me.

Giggles erupted around the room, bouncing off the walls. I rolled my eyes, yet inside i was basking in it. The sound of mirth always made me happier.

"Answer me when i call your name Morana. Ignorance isn't attractive,"

"Ouch. That stung," I replied, grabbing my chest, feigning hurt.

"Answer your name Morana," Mrs Bide was a tempermental little woman. A thick blonde bob attacked her head. Other than that she was just another average woman. Same as all the rest of them.

"I apologise. Yes Miss?" My voice dripped sarcasm, and i loved it.

"You're impossible." She muttered to herself, but i heard it. I smirked to myself, bathing in the fact i riled her up, yet again.

"Noah? Do we have a Noah here? Anyone?" Jesus this woman just doesnt shut up.

"Uh that would be me," the deep voice said from beside me... Noah. Hmm. He looks like a Noah. Not like, building an arc and saving all the iccle animals, but... a different Noah...

"Right, right. Here's your schedual for the year,"

"Joy." He.. Noah replied, lacking the enthusiasm.

Heh. Maybe he isnt so bad after all.