Smells Like Children (Maniggy: Marilyn Manson x Twiggy Ramirez)

Chapter 2

Twiggy's POV

"C'mon," Marilyn says. He takes my hand and drags me outside to the courtyard. I keep a tight grip on my lunchbox so I won't drop it. He stops walking and turns to me. "I'll introduce you to my friends, you'll like them." He says and takes me to a group of guys under a tree. I look around, it's looks so empty, as if we're a mile away from the courtyard. It's so isolated, I like it. The group stop from talking and look up at me.

"Who's this, Marilyn?" A guy with green hair asks.

"This is Jeordie." I bite my bottom lip and wave. "Jeordie, this is Madonna," he points to a guy with a goatee and a bald head. "This is Ginger," he points to a guy with half white half black hair. "And Daisy," he points to the guy with green hair.

"Hey," Ginger says to me. Marilyn sits and pats a spot next to him. I slowly sit next to him. I pull up my knees to my chest and rest my head on my knees. The guys eat whatever they have on their trays.

"You're not going to eat?" Marilyn whispers to me. I nod no and he looks at my lunchbox. "It's okay to eat, you don't have to be embarrassed, or whatever."

"I'm not hungry nor do I have food. I just keep random stuff in my lunchbox."

"Alright," he shrugs and goes right back to eating. My stomach starts to grumble. I quickly squeeze my stomach, hoping to cease the noise. I hope no one noticed. I don't need to eat, I'm too fat. I think to myself. Too fat. Marilyn, of coarse, heard the grumble and looks at me. He raises an eyebrow and I look away. The guys talk, I sit there, awkwardly. How do you even jump into a conversation? I sigh and look to the distance.

"What kind of bands do you like?" I look up to see Madonna asking the question.

"Well, I like AC/DC, Rob Zombie, Sick Puppies, that kind of stuff." I honestly don't want to keep babbling of the bands I'm fond of. I really don't like talking, it's nerve wracking, to be honest. They start to smile by the bands I listed.

"Awesome!" Ginger says. I force a smile when really I'm uncomfortable. I'm not trying to be rude but Im just not interested right now. Usually I would be jumping up and down when talking about music. Music is my passion and it's hard to find others who like rock music. Society nowadays just listen to whatever has a pop tune to it and whatever shit that slap together to put on the radio. 'Musicians' that do it only for money makes my stomach hurt. It's disgusting.

The bell rings and I jump up. I pick up my lunchbox and walk away. I try to keep my distance from the group. I feel someone grip my wrist. I turn to see Marilyn.

"H-hi?"

"Hey, Jeordie. What's wrong, you seemed...depressed." I shrug.

"I gotta get to class." I mumble and make my way to my next class. I walk into the large classroom and pick a seat all the way in the back corner. I keep my head down, don't want to make eye contact with anyone. Someone taps on my shoulder. I look up and see a guy with a black leather jacket and dyed black hair that swings over his face.

"I sit here." He firmly says.

"O-oh," I gather the paper and pencil I took out from my lunchbox and stuff them back in it.

"You're lucky you're cute." He mumbles and sits in the desk besides me. I start to blush, he called me cute? Wait, no, I'm straight, right? Gay is weird, I mean, it's not normal. I've never had feelings for guy or even find one attractive. So, why does it change when I see this guy. That feeling you get like your heart is beating really fast. (Like when I saw Marilyn, but I ignored the feeling. I thought it was just me being nervous) Like how you stumble over your words. Whatever, I'm straight, at least I think so. I turn my attention back to the board. Someone throws a balled up piece of paper which tears my attention from the lesson. I hear girls giggle and I look up to see them snickering. I flat out the sheet. The word 'faggot' is written in a girly cursive font. I ball it up and throw it next to me. Just ignore them. I sigh and put my head in my hands, fuck this new school. It hasn't even been a day and I'm ready to get out of here.

"Pssst," I turn my head and see the same guy who called me 'cute' trying to get my attention.

"Yeah?" I whisper.

"What's your name?"

"Jeordie."

"Oh, I'm Trevor. Look, why don't you hang out with me during lunch tomorrow." Well, last time I agreed to that it ended in me being awkward the entire time. I shrug. "Don't worry, it'll just be you and me." I start to smile.

"Yeah, sounds cool." He hands me his number on a sheet of paper.

"Text me where ya gonna meet me for lunch." The bell then rings and we all get up to go to class. He swiftly passes the desk avoiding the groups that huddled in the hall. I get up and I feel a blush come on. I look down at the sheet of paper with his number scribbled onto it. I smile at it and carefully put it in my lunchbox. I walk to the hall with my head kept down. I bump into someone and I quickly apologize.

"It's fine, Jeordie." I look up and see Marilyn. I start to blush. "So, you're gonna join us again for lunch?" I feel a pang of guiltiness.

"I'm not sure, I got invited to hang out with this guy named Trevor." I bite my lip. His smile turns to a frown.

"Oh, Trevor invited you? The guy who wears that leather jacket? He was being nice to you?" he looks in shock.

"Yeah, why?"

"He's a dick. He would sleep with a bunch of girls. When really he's gay. Fuckin' pussy, he's too afraid to admit it." He's gay?! I look down at my boots. I shrug. "Whatever, bye, Jeordie." He walks away.

Wow this chapter sucks dick. Haha. Hopefully I can get this story going I feel as if it's on unsteady ground. Whatever, hopefully it's good to you guys. -Twiggy Way