First time for everything

College

 I entered the school with my favorite black leather jacket zipped just high enough to cover most of my black bra. I wore a short black frilly skirt with black and red stripped stockings that matched my armwarmers. My lips and eyes were painted black. My cheeks held gray blush and red highlighter. I wore platform boots that were dark and slick with chains hanging from every safe part. My hair was white and, on that day, pact in a tight clump on the top of my head. They just hardly fit my headphones that blared joy division into my ears.

 "Hey," Said Matt, patting me on the shoulder.

 "Hiya," I said with a smile as I fixed my headphones on my shoulders.

 "How was the party?" He asked.

 "You didn't go?"

 "No, my bitch mom was moaning about homework."

 Maybe because you're failing all your classes, "What a cunt," The cunt is you, dickhead.

 "I know, right."

 I nodded, suppressing my laugh.

 "Get laid there?"

 I had to work to avoid rolling my eyes. Everything about him was superficial. But then, everything about most of my friends was superficial.

 "In the beginning I was with a couple girls,"  That was the truth. Those girls are owed my life; they're the only thing that kept me from blowing my brains out. The party could be summed up like this:

 "Let's drink!"

 "Yeah."

 "We drank so much!"

 "Yeah!"

 I skipped the last party for a rave. I wish there was a rave during this one. At least the place that held them played good music.

 Note: If you EVER even insinuate that pop music is worth listening to I will fucking cut you. I will cut you with the truth. You will thank me later.

 "What were they like?" Oh yeah, this guy still exists.

 "They were cute, fun-"

 "I bet."

 And I was talking.

 So was he when a girl walked by. She had a messy ponytail, thick black rimmed glasses, an oversized plaid button up shirt with a few holes, torn skinny jeans, and an overstuffed schoolbag that she carried by the straps. She had an oval shaped face with a small, triangle shaped nose and bright blue eyes. Her lips were thin but shapely and so pink. I could only imagine what it must be like to kiss them.

 It was clear that she didn't want people looking at her body. That was easy with her breasts but her ass pushed against those jeans and made my mouth water. I bit my lip and looked her up and down. She caught my eyes. I think she thought I was gawking at her until I gave her a wink. She smiled and ducked her head.

 I left the douche to lean against her locker.

 "You smoke?" That dick was clearly rubbing off on my.

 "What?" Crows feet sunk in her eyes. Her voice was sweet yet raspy. She smelled like rasberries.

 "I can't concentrate in class so I smoke first to calm my nerves. Do you wanna come?"

 Her eyebrows danced, then disappeared when she turned to look at the clock, then back to me.

 "Classes start in five minutes."

 "I'm usually late," I said with a smile and a shrug.

"I'm not."

 "First time for everything."

  She bit her lip and looked me up and down again. I held out my hand. I almost died when she took it.