Social Galaxies , and The Separated Life of Andrew Davis

Your Shit Music Is Fucking With My Aura, Wonder Boy

I'm not what one might call a social person. I like very few people, for the reason that people never have their priorities in the right order.

For some reason, the put their status on Twitter over important things, like say, being a good person, or the rare ability to have fun without electronics. But hey, maybe that's just me.

My name is Andrew Marvin Davis, I am 16 years, 8 months, 21 days, and approximately 5 hours old. I attend Virginia High School, academy for those of vulgar and narrow mindset, located in Arden, Georgia. I am a painter, a professional loner, and a dedicated study of the social galaxies.

Which is why I was surprised when I heard a harsh knocking on my partially rolled down window, followed by a low female voice yelling,"Your shit music is fucking with my aura, Wonder Boy!"

The girl was new, I was sure of it; she didn't have the accent typical of this small town, I would have noticed someone that...wild. She was short-ish, around 5ft 4, was a little thick, and had ash brown hair with a cranberry red sheen to it, cut short on the sides and back, but left longer on the top. Her ears had several different piercings and her lip was pierced. She was wearing teal converse, black ripped skinny jeans, a baggy grey shirt with a panda on the front, and a bright orange hoodie jacket that had the words "Chaps Denim" across the front in blue. It was a very startling thing to see amidst the ocean of blue jeans and various tee shirts that were common at our school. She stood out; very far out.

"The name is actually Andrew."

"Because I give a single flying fuck what your name is."

"Well you should, considering the fact that you decided to interrupt my study of the surrounding wildlife, and the multiple social galaxies." I said, making a wild gesture at the other teenagers milling around the parking lot through the window, each of them avoiding the start of the first day of school.

"Whatever, just turn your shit music off."

"Nope."

"Why the hell not."

"Because I don't know you, and therefore I have no reason to care what you think about my music, so why should I turn it off?", I replied, and she did something I didn't expect, which is actually quite the feat with me. I tend to see most people coming.

She laughed. She let out a genuine, cross between a wild hog and a hyena, laugh. One that rang through my car and the rest of the parking lot. And she didn't stop laughing, even when she got weird looks from the people around us.

"You know what Wonder Boy, I think you might not be too terrible. You might even be worth tolerating.", she said as she walked off, still laughing a little.

"Thanks? And my name is Andrew!" I yelled after her as I stepped out of my truck, grabbing my messenger bag on the way, still a little surprised at her laughter. Most people find me highly annoying.

"I think I'll stick with Wonder Boy!"

And with that, she dissipated into the crowd of teenagers, leaving me at the outside of the throng, where I usually was. Never the less, we were all going to the same place. High school.

Oh goody let the ridicule and torture begin.

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Word Count: 650

A/N: Oh my lord, I finally uploaded a chapter to this story! Go me! (Mentally high-fives self because I'm a weirdo.) So how is everyone, how are we going? I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you have any feedback, or spot any errors, just leave a comment. Just know that every single vote or comment gives me motivation to keep writing. Love ya!
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