Just Fluff and Stuff

Better Off Alone

They said you were either lit or dark. You knew the moment a babe was born which they were from the glowing on their chest. Like a white light stuck under the skin, shining brightly. From that moment on you were brought up by lit parents, sent to lit classes and generally taught to become a successful lit person. I was just like them once.

Until I went to high school and saw him. He was a darky, as we called them. His hair was just a bit too long, his clothes all black, and a permanent scowl affixed on his face. Even so, I thought he was beautiful. He had these ridiculously long lashes that would flutter down to hide the pain in his eyes. I wanted to run over and hug him.

"Jaden, you are staring again." My friend whispered to me. I blinked and looked back at my lunch. It was healthy, and boring. I sighed.

"I can't help it. I think he is so pretty. Do you think he would let me talk to him? I want to talk to him." I mumbled to her. She shook her head in dismay.

"I think you are crazy. He is a darky, you are lit, it would never work." She whispered back to me. I shrugged and picked at my food. I glanced over again to his table and watched him talking to another dark girl. It sparked a bit of jealousy inside me that surprised me.

"Maybe you are right. I still want to try though." I pronounced. She gasped as I left my food and got up from the table. When I got to the middle of the room, the invisible line that separated them from us, I felt all eyes on me. I was nervous. Really nervous. I had to see though. I needed to see if he would talk to me. All of the people from that table were watching me as I approached. The room was dead quiet.

"Are you lost?" The girl he had been talking to spat at me. I didn't even glance at her. My eyes were for him, and only him. I stuck out my hand to shake and smiled. He looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. Crazy for him.

"Hello, my name is Jaden. I wanted to talk to you. Will you be my friend?" I looked hopefully at his shocked face. He looked down at my hand disdainfully.

"I think Jaden here is crazy, not lost. Go back to your friends. I don't want to be your friend." He growled at me. I tilted my head. His voice was amazing. I wanted him to keep talking to me. Shout at me, whisper to me, I didn't care. I was captivated. I hadn't moved despite his words, still smiling with my hand out. Why didn't he want to be my friend? Didn't everyone want more friends?

"I don't think it understood you, Damien. No, he said no." The girl sneered at me. I blinked. I looked over at her for a split second, my smile disappearing. My hand hesitated and then lowered. I stood there, not saying anything for a minute and I could tell I was making everyone uncomfortable. I didn't really care. I was lit. I always got what I wanted.

"Hmm. Too bad. I don't care though. I still want to talk to you. I will see you tomorrow at lunch, okay?" I smiled again and spun on my heel. I could hear him spluttering behind me as I made my way back to the lit side of the room. My friend shook her head at me and followed me out as the bell dinged the end of the period. We went our separate ways to our next classes.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" My friend Kane stood over my desk with a scowl on his face. I looked up innocently. I shrugged and bent down to work on the next question on my sheet. He slapped his hand down and I just cocked a brow.

"Relax Kane. It doesn't concern you." I said calmly. He huffed and swore before sitting in the seat ahead of me.

"Doesn't concern me? Of course it concerns me. My lit friend suddenly goes off the deep end and talks to a darky... the hell it doesn't concern me." He griped. I rolled my eyes at him. What a drama queen. I finished the question and sat back to look at him. He was glaring at me with those bright blue eyes and blonde hair fell over his eyebrow seductively, but I felt nothing.