Slick Devolpment

Chapter One

It all started, first day of 9th grade. I was terrifyed of highschool, not only did it look intiminating, but from the stories of my older sister Nicky told me. Shes in college now, but maturity never cought up to her. I stayed quiet and low profiled. I thought maybe if I didn't say much and people didn't notice me, I won't have any rumors spread or jokes like Nicky said. Highschools cruel, and teens will always find something cocky about you to keep the drama running. Nickys words. Not mine. First day, I was pretty sure I was going to barf in first period. But then I this one guy caught my attention distracting me from my nervousness. He had that slick cut emoish hair. A peirced nose ring like mine, black, and a band T-shirt. He shirt said in big bold letters "Pierce The Veil" I practically jumped remembering my T-shirt. I looked in my jacket seeing my greyish string-strap tangtop. "Pierce The Veil" Not exactly the same... but close enough. Maybe I could make a few friends here. Theres more people like me. 

After 7th period, I felt hands slap into my shoulders and push me forward. I let out a little yelp and stumbled into a girl with light blonde hair. She glared at me and shoved me to the side. The crowd was tight and messy in the hallways. I jerked backwards and landed on someone tall. I felt cloth beneath my hands and saw I was pressed against that "Pierce The Veil" Guy from 1st period. He grinned at me. I  immediately got off him and gripped my backpack, my checks hot with embarrassment.

"Chu ok?" He asked letting out a faint laugh. I nodded, keeping my head low smiling slightly. "Your a freshman, aren't you?" He asked looking me up and down. I started feeling unconfortable. "Yeah. You?" I asked, my voice tight and quiet. I forgot I barely spoke all day. "Nah. Im in 10th grade. I'm 17 years young. You?" I could already tell he was probably a little popular. "16." I answered normally. "I couldn't tell what grade your in, you look like an 8th grader but your carrying around these big advanced Algebra textbooks." I grinned, lying. He snorted and smiled. "Look whose talking." He poked my arm. He was like a foot taller than me, but I was short for my age. I smiled and then that same panic from this morning came back. "Wheres the bus line?" I asked nervously, seeing the halls empty. "What bus are you going on?" He asked. I look at the sharpy on my wrist It feels like a stone just dropped in my stomach. "666..." I said looking at him expecting a confused laugh. But he just widened his eyes. "Hey, me to. I know what your thinking. Everyone makes fun of it. We call it 'The Devil Bus' or sometimes 'The Ride to Hell'." He letting out a small laugh and started walking. I looked around and followed him hopefully. 

When we started towards the bus, I nearly let out a loud chuckle. Of course the bus driver is a large man, with pinkish hot skin and wearing a red collared shirt. "And then theres the Devil." My host mumbled to me playfully as we pasted the bus-driver. I looked at him and chuckled quietly, afraid the bus driver heard us.

I sat down and watched as he literally crushed against me. Why where the seats so small? Feeling a guy squished against me was a new feeling. I tensed and realized we didn't even know eachothers name. "Lyric." I said. "Huh?" He glanced back at me. "My names Lyric." I smiled.

He let his dimples show, giving me a light smile. "I'mma Hex." I looked at him. Was that a nick-name or something? Or short for his real name? "Like Hex-bugs?" I blurted softly, thinking of that annoying commersial. I facepalmed myself knowing how stupid that probably sounded. He just snorted playfully. "Yeah." I looked up. He seemed pretty cool, and real. Not the judging type. I sighed silently and toke my headphones and Ipod from my backpack and scrolled through to my favorite songs. "Peirce the veil?" He asked looking over my shoulder. "You know, thats not all I listen to. I like other bands." I commented tilting the screen so he could see the Shinedown sign and the corner of an old Green Day picture. "Oooh. Look at that." He smiled and scrolled through with his finger carelessly making my Ipod wobble in my hand. He stopped and clicked Time Travler section quickly. He let out a small gasp. "Screamo?" He asked looking up. I nodded confused. "Huh. I shouldn't be surprised. Well, I love Time-T." He said leaning against me care-free.