Y/N'S POV
My eyes skimmed over the cafeteria, identifying every single mainstream stereotype as soon as I even saw their hair colour or how they sat. My tray, containing a pizza slice, an apple and some cheap knock-off soda, was in the tight grasp of my hands. My surroundings unfamiliar on the first day of school. A day admired by all assholes and tormentors.
On the first day, especially at the cafeteria, one must ask oneself questions querying the future of one's existence in high school such as; Who do I want to be as a person? Do I want to change? Which table defines me as a person? Poetic as always.
This girl was different.
Why would I want to change for a bunch of whores with scrunchies and high heels and daddy's credit card? As you've probably figured out by now, I was not like most girls. Instead of actually caring about beauty, I didn't give a shit. Instead of caring about people, I didn't give a shit. Instead of fucking Keds, I wore Dr Martens or Converse. I wore anything I wanted, anytime I wanted, including sunglasses in the Winter. What? Shoot me.
My eyes were instantly highlighting an empty seat on the back table so without any thought, I was walking. I passed waves and waves of laughter, shit-talking, and arguments on my short walk to a chair. My long grey and black coat hit the back of my legs, allowing me to trudge gracefully. I couldn't help my intimidating walk. It often gave impressions that honestly never represented me as a person.
My chosen table was occupied by a kid who was either dead or in an incredibly deep sleep and a shadowy character. But remember, instead of caring about people, I didn't give a shit right? I thought so too. The table was a little crowded yet empty, but hey 'sail forbidden seas, land on barbarous coasts right?' I was yet to find a single soul that knew Moby Dick in a school or in life generally.
Before I could mentally quote further prodigies, I felt darkness over my scarcely edible pizza slice. I smirked to myself at how much my short trek affected humanity in this minute sweaty room.
"Looks like we have raw meat Ram," a guy behind me said, he was towering but that didn't intimidate me.
"Yeah looks like she's got some potential underneath that coat man" other tortures. I audibly laughed causing silence to break from the already terrible two and I readjusted my coat just for the giggles. It's funny how first impressions like that could ruin one's interpretation of them, this was a perfect illustration.
My pocket knife ironically placed in my boot jiggled, just for reassurance. A grin still cemented on my appearance that was until...
"I say I count to three and we tear her clothes off."
I darted up confronting the two, removing my sunglasses. My glare intense clearly as I agitated the two. What, an outburst from the new girl?
"No Imma count to three," I stated chilled, placing my aviators neatly folded on my deserted tray. I composed my jacket, not excluding eye contact for a nano-second.
"What's your beef, honey? We're just two guys." One spoke mockingly in his red jock jacket that made me want to burn him alive, just because of the whole dunce vibe that occurred off of it. I stared down and did a closed mouth grin.
"What's so funny baby?" the unattractive side sick speaks up, worriedly as I had not been overwrought by his 'torments'.
"Jokes. You know what's not?" I enquired insouciantly, allowing silence for suspense.
"Sexual assault."
Muteness through the whole cafeteria. This was more assiduity that I wished to have obtained on the first day. Though I couldn't really feel any discomfort really, mentally I quailed at their lack of civil management and education.
"O-oh s-s-so you can talk?" The taller one (the one who started it all) tried. He really did. His autobiography should be 'At Least I Tried: The Asshole In The Red Shitbag Jacket, that's if the poor guy could write.
"Give every man thy ear but few thy voice." I quoted, putting one hand on the table to lean. Their eyes widened cause of my intellect only making them look more mentally challenged.
"Anyways this has been fun but I'm really starting to get tired of all this exciting confrontation so I'm gonna retreat to my very offensive table and perhaps make wiser choices in the foreseeable future when it comes to my seating arrangements..." I dawdled putting my bag on my shoulder only for it to be blocked by an arm and my movement blocked by another.
"You're not going any-"
Before I could grab my dependable knife, two gunshots were fired into the roof of the cafeteria making crumbs of plaster fall down onto mine and the backdoor men's heads. Our eyes were wide and we simultaneously looked to the right end of the table to see a mysterious dark horse in a trench coat and sporting an earring and a wonderful smirk.
He held a Colt Python up to the ceiling and his eyes squinted showing fantastic courage and bodacious hazel eyes that were artefacts of surrealism itself.
"Leave the lady alone fellas." He says in a husky and hoarse voice not too seriously. Ironic since I had just thought of him as a dark horse. For the first time in about a century, I felt a warmth inside of me as a fine ass guy held my attackers at gunpoint. Thank god I wore my best socks today.
"What did you say, dickhead?" The leader yelled leaning over on the table making his ass fully in view unfortunately for me but probably aimed at his partner there. I grimaced and looked away to the actual dispute going on.
"I'll repeat myself" He stood pointing the gun in the direction of the two stood conveniently in a straight line opposite him, he licked his lips making my breath hitch and my teeth instantly bite my lip. Boy, word will travel fast and incorrectly in this school. I didn't even flinch when two bullets were fired, I knew they were blanks. No one not even John Bender here would bring actual bullets to school.
I looked at the unaffected sacks of shit, beside me to see two large piss stains showing on their overpriced jeans. I immediately smirked and returned my glasses to their rightful place hiding my grateful eyes from the stranger.
I grabbed my tray.
"May I?" I said gesturing to the seat opposite him.
"Of course" He smirked gesturing to it too. As I sat our eyes immediately locked.
"Now, I never expected my first day to contain a knight in shining armour wearing a black trench coat and carrying a Colt Python saving me from agents of imperialism." I smiled messing around with the food on my tray, immediately finding it unappealing.
"I never expected to find a girl so historically articulate."
"I thank you."
"For what?"
"For both."
My eyes widened secretly at his compliment and I reached my hand over the table holding it out.
"Y/N."
"Enchante. J.D well it's Jason Dean but-" He began rambling shortly after placing a kiss on my knuckle. I felt every single tough and rough area inside of me throw up a little, but secretly I was very flattered.
"J.D sounds edgier?" I challenged him resting my head in my hand in amusement.
"Exactly."
"Now Y/N I don't think I can sit here any longer without inviting you for a slushie later on. How about it?" He proposed lifting his eyebrows impatiently awaiting a reply.
"Hmmm, as long as it's from a 7/11 it's all good. Can't stand that overpriced crap."
"I think this could be a start to a beautiful relationship Y/N" He smiled looking deep into my eyes.
I removed my sunglasses.
His eyebrows lifted in surprise.
"Au revoir, my knight," I said placing on my sunglasses once more and without further glance I got up and left the cafeteria, strutting through the crowds of people who parted for me. Once I got around the corner I smirked and popped my head around it only to see him still staring with that blessed smirk on his face.
