I Don't Think You Know How Important You Are

01

My name is danny travis and I am 5 foot 4 inches of pure fucking rage, I might be short as hell but I can and will knock you the fuck out if you cross me. I walk down these halls in my casual attire of black skinny jeans and band t-shirts. I have a short messy fringe and I'm sort of on the chubby side but i make it work. My leather jacket compliments my style. Although my emo phase died long ago I still look the part. Throw in my lip and eyebrow piercings and I look like a five star delinquent.

As I make my way through the halls people move out of my way, which is kinda ironic because I'm literally the shortest person ever.

I walk into class and flop into my chair, intent on ignoring everyone. it's not that i don't like the kids i go to school with, its just i know that there's no way i can let them get close to me. I survey the room and see that we have a substitute today, upon another look around i see we have a new girl. Before i can get a good look at her the bell rings. I pull out my sketchbook ad begin to edit my work in progress. I make it 10 minutes into the lesson before I'm stopped. "Hey Danielle can I borrow a pen?" I hear an annoying voice ask. I sigh and turn to said voice. "Its danny, my name's danny." I huff and continue "and no, you can't borrow a fucking pen" I speak harshly getting to the point quickly. immediately i feel guilty but i try to ignore it I turn back around, but before I can get to work on my drawing I hear another voice. "Um, excuse me." I turn to the person adressing me. "Yes?" I ask, equal parts curious and equal parts pissed off. It's the new girl. I try to ignore her but her eyes are piercing into me what the fuck whi has eyes that green? She cuts off my thoughts. "Yeah, hi. Just wanted to say that was Mcfucking rude." I raise my eyebrows. And my question leaves my mouth before I can process what the actual hell is going on. "Did you just use Mcfuck in a sentence?" she nods. "I don't know if you know this, you seem to be new here, but this school is my playground. And I'll be damned if I care if something I say is 'Mcfucking rude' now if you'll excuse me I have things to do and lives to ruin." I say addressing her. I've got to give her props though, i've never met anyone else that uses mcfuck. She frowns, seemingly upset. But apparently it doesn't bother her too much as she turns and begins her work. I sigh and turn to my sketchbook. I press the pen to the paper and let my emotions flow out through the ink and before I know it my class ends. I stand up, shove my stuff into a bag and rush out. Knowing i'm going to have to hurry.

My next class is unfortunately on the other side of the campus so I quickly walk knowing that I only have five minutes to arrive and be in my seat. Luckily for me I arrive just as the bell rings. Only to find the same girl who had the nerve to acknowledge my presence last period in my chair. You know what? Fuck her and her green eyes. I walk up to her pretty fucking upset and speak "hey, that's my fucking chair" she looks up and her eyes widen "oh hey! It's you" she says. Are you fucking kidding me? "Yeah, it's me. Now get the hell out of my chair." she looks shocked, but then replied "why? I don't see your name on it anywhere." I scowl "look the sooner you get out of my chair the better it will be for you." but before she can say anything the teacher, Mr. Lincoln enters and tells me to take a seat. My scowl deepens as I take the only other empty seat. The one directly in front of mr.Lincoln's desk. You have to be shitting me right now. I pull out my sketchbook and turn to what I was working on. Right as I begin to get lost in my art it gets taken out from in front of me "what the fuck?!" I blurt out and look up. There, in front of me stands a very pissed off looking Mr.Lincoln. "watch your language Danielle and you can have this back after class." I go to correct him but stop my self. My mood worsens and I cross my arms "am I understood Danielle?" he waits patiently for an answer so I decide to play dumb. "Oh? You're talking to me?" if this asshole is gonna try me today i can and will give him a run for his money.

He looks even angrier now. "Who else would I be talking to?" he says in a dry tone "you're the only Danielle in the junior class." I look him dead in the eye and say "my name is actually danny, but thanks anyways." he marches frustrated to his desk and pulls out a referral and turns to me "one more word out of you and I swear I will have you kicked out of this class danielle." I roll my eyes and pull out some notebook paper. This fucker did not.

After writing for About 39 minutes the class ends and I snatch my sketch book off my desk and storm out of the class. The rest of my morning classes are utter hell. Not only did my geometry teacher actually assign homework but she assigned a shit ton. To make matters worse I can't find my best friend ethan anywhere. And by the time I get to lunch I'm so ready to die. I avoid having to go home for lunch,thank god, and I grab a tray from the cafeteria. I glance over to see what they're serving and immediately put my tray back down. No thanks, I don't need food poisoning today. I make my way to the band hall to practice my instrument instead. I stop when I hear a piano playing and singing to accompany it.

The voice sounds so natural and alluring and before I know it I'm trying to see into the room. Shock washes over me as I see the girl who stole my seat and tried to one up me. My jaw drops, apparently I was too busy being mad at her to get a good look at her. She appears to be tall, maybe 5'7 and she has chocolate brown hair. But the most stunning thing about her appearance so far is her eyes. They're a shade of green I've never seen before and Jesus Christ do I wish I would have had the chance to see them sooner.

They're the like color of a leaf after a rainstorm . Or like the deepest parts of the jungle perhaps. I look at her shirt and smile seeing a band I recognise, the arctic monkeys. I listen closely to the song she's playing and immediately I know what song it is. Her voice sounds so haunting as it begins the chorus. "We'll be looking for sunlight or the headlights til our wide eyes burn blind. we'll be lacing the same shoes, that we've worn through. To the bottom of the line." she takes a breath then continues "and we know that we're headstrong and ours hearts gone. And the timing's never right. But for now let's get away, on a Roman holiday." her voice cracks on the last note and its the best damn thing I've ever heard.

Suddenly the door falls open and I crash to the floor. She jumps to her feet and looks in my direction "what the hell" she says. I swallow and frantically try to explain myself. "I'm sorry! I was waking to the band hall when I heard you singing I noticed the song and I wanted to know who else in this school has some damn culture." i cringe at my explanation. She smiles at my joke and I feel my heart speed up. What the hell?!?! "Yeah well halsey is practically my wife" I smile and she looks at me and if I thought her eyes were beautiful before they were literal art now. Jesus Christ. I try to ignore the pounding in my heart and ask about her t-shirt. "So, you like the Arctic Monkeys?" if possible,her smile grows wider and she excitedly answers me "more like love them! Fluorescent Adolescent is a mcfucking bop." her response leaves me amazed. "Wow" i comment "not only do you have a decent taste in music but you have a nice sense of humor." she giggles and i think my heart melts a little. "You were nothing like this this morning, why is that?" she asks and i realize my mistake. I am, under no circumstances, to get close to anyone. I panic and frantically pull myself out of the conversation "I-i uh have to go" I say feeling my heartbeat race. I dash out. Of the room before she can say anything. No way! No way in hell can i let her in. just because she has really pretty eyes and a bright smile and her hair looks soft, does not mean i can trust her. Wait what did i just think about her hair?