Misfit Love

Different

We walked into our first class of the day, Probability and Statistics. Yay. This was my worst class. Xander was always pretty smart, so he'd help me. I sat down at my desk, he followed and sat beside me. As students gathered the room and it became loud I drifted off again. Before I could get deep into thought somebody tapped my shoulder, I quickly snapped out of my trance like daze and looked to see who it was. It was our friend, Martika.

"Roxy, are you okay? You seem a bit off." She looked at me with deep concern. Before i could answer I went back into my daze, not meaning to. Memories came flooding back into my mind..

"How could you do this to me?! You swore you loved me and you'd never hurt me!"

"Don't act like you're surprised. You had it coming for the longest."

I felt a tear fall down my cheek and wiped it quickly nodding, finally answering her question. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just exhausted." She gave me a half hearted smiled and went to her seat. As she walked away I noticed my sleeves were sliding up, I pulled them down and sighed.

Class felt like it dragged on for hours. I couldn't concentrate. My mind was racing. As soon as I was ready to walk out, I felt a strong hand grab my arm. I looked over and it was Xander.

"Be my partner, ma'am?"

I smiled and moved my desk to his. He put his arm around my waist. I tried my best to do my work but I couldn't stop staring at Xander. He was the definition of perfect. Before I knew it, the bell rang and it was time for our next class. As we made our way down the crowded hall, I looked up at Xander. He was trying to get us through the hundreds of students without bumping into them too much. He was so polite. It was sometimes difficult for him to hear me when we walked through the halls. Our height was completely different, he was 6'4 while I was a measly 5'1.

As we made it to our next class, his brother, Tank walked up to the two of us and jabbed me in my side. "Hey you two." He had a wicked smile on his face. Out of our group of friends, he was the worst. He stayed in trouble. It was nothing short of a miracle that he was still in school. I looked at him and waved. Xander just nodded. Then all of a sudden I was off my feet and being spun around. I grabbed the arms that were so tight around my waist. Tank picked me up and was spinning me. I squealed and demanded he put me down. Before i knew it, Xander had me in his arms. He glared at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm, bro. " I looked at Tank and smiled. "I'm okay." He playfully punched my arm and ran off down the hallway.

"Alright, I'm going to class. I'll meet you outside of your class as soon as the bell rings." Xander hugged me and ran off to his class. I smiled and sat in my desk next to Cat. She was drawing, as always.

"What are you drawing today?"

"I'm not quite sure." she laughed.

"Whatever it is, it looks good."

We talked most of the class and this period seemed to go by faster than usual. Which I didn't mind. But I enjoyed Cat's company. She was always so happy. She didn't fit in with anybody, except us. We were all different in our own way. We had our own demons. Hard pasts. Hard lives. In a way, we are our own family. We were all very different though.

All together there was ten of us; Dixie, Tank, Cat, Xander, Martika, Nolan, Sky, Zedd, Myself, and Trae.

Five boys, five girls.

Everybody was dating, except me and Xander.

Dixie and Trae

Cat and Zedd

Martika and Tank

Sky and Nolan

I like their names. They're all different. Just as we are. Different.