Being Deviant

Chapter 1 : Run.

Hello, there!

This is my third story, Being Deviant. I hope you enjoy!!!

By the way, the person on the side is Emily Rudd, she will be playing the role of Jinx. Tell me what you think! Should I change her or not? Please comment below and if you have any suggestions, feel free to tell me through pm or comments!

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*Preview*

"So this is it, huh?" I asked, staring at the ground, my eyes getting more watery with every passing minute. "You're just gonna kick me out, just like that?"

"Calvin, don't do this. I've made my decision and I don't want you here with me anymore." She said, her voice cracking.

"You know, you're different from what I thought." I muttered, walking to the motorcycle. "I thought that you were a strong, courageous and deviant girl who didn't give a shit about what anyone said but no, you're just like everyone else, a fucking coward." I got on the bike, revving up the engine and pushing off the stand.

"And you're different from what I thought too." She said, not even moving an inch. I honestly thought that she would've at least smiled like many of the other times that she did when I was about to spill tears but I was just left with pure emptiness.

"Just get out of here, Calvin." She said coldly.

"Just one more thing before I go."

"What?"

"I don't get what I did wrong but I just wanna say it's been really fun being part of this little road trip, not because of the activities, not because I finally had friends, it's because you were there with me."

She was silent.

I felt my heart wrench as I turned the bike and started driving away.

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Chapter 1

"Calvin, you eat dinner yet?!" My mom called from downstairs.

"Yes, thanks mother!" I yelled back.

It was just another one of those Saturday nights. I was just sitting there, using my laptop and sipping on a drink of Mountain Dew. I wasn't your typical highschool jock, I was actually more classified as the nobody. I was shoved around at the halls, tripped even, I was bullied but I was smart. I was a loner but I didn't care anymore. As long as I could make it through school, I was fine.

I heard a noise of an engine and looked out the window. It was my neighbor again. She was wearing all black and on her motorbike. She was speeding off yet again into the city like she did every night. She was the typical biker chick that people either crushed on or were too afraid to touch. She had blueish grayish eyes and long dark brown hair that looked as black as night. Her name? No one really had the guts to ask so people would call her 'Biker Chick' or 'Hottie' or 'Rebel'. They tried checking her school records but nothing came up, she refused to give a name, lucky for her, the school accepted. She was my classmate for almost all of my classes, after all. Normally, she wouldn't even show up. How she would always get perfect grades would always amuse me while I had to work my butt off to maintain a B+. My grades weren't the best nor were they the worst. They were pretty average and that's good enough for me. Rebel was never really on good terms with the teachers. She would either be late or not even show up at all and when she did, she would even disrespect the teacher and leave after five minutes of arguing. She'd normally just get in, submit homework, take the new homework and get out. That was basically her routine ever since I've known her.

To think that she's been my neighbor for about eight years and never have I ever once talked to the girl or even walked up to her doorstep which was literally next door. Can you blame me? I was a coward. There were rumors about that girl. They all said that she was trouble. Some said that she was a prostitute, some said that she was selling marijuana to distributors, some even said that she's even killed someone.