Belle Âme

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^^^Jesse

^^^Juliette

[Juliette's P.O.V.]

The worst part of my day always starts at 6:30 a.m., when my alarm begins to blare from my phone. 

The second worst part of my day is walking through the glass paneled front doors of my God-forsaken high school at 8:00 a.m..

School has always challenged me majorly, ever since I was old enough to attend. I've never been good at anything besides playing the bass, but that isn't a particularly useful skill when you try to solve logarithms. My grades are only barely surviving because I have all the time in the world to stay after school and annoy my teachers with repeated questions and confusion. 

To say that the teachers here hate me is an understatement. 

I'm a literal Hell to be around and I pity anyone who deems me their friend, because let's be honest, I'm an asshole who has the attention span of .05 seconds. 

But either way, what must be done, should be done.

I try to dodge the football players who wear too much body spray and I shuffle past the weird art kids as I head to my locker. 

"God please don't let me be late again," I pray as I walk faster, but my heart drops as I see the group of  jocks in a crowd in front of my locker. I didn't feel in the mood for conflict today, but I also wasn't afraid to stand up for myself.

"Excuse me, you're in front of my locker," I say as I tap the shoulder of one of the guys. 

"Excuse me, you're in front of my face, and I don't particularly like it," the guy spits as he turns back around.

I clench my teeth and try to take a few deep breaths. I'm not going to detention today just because some guy decides to be a little bitch.

"Look, could you just please move for a minute so I can get into my locker?" 

The guy ignores me and keeps talking to his douche friends. It takes all of my will power to not punch this dude in the back of the head right now, but after a couple seconds I'm able to convince myself that he's definitely not worth my time.

I hear the bell ring that signifies that class is going to begin in 5 minutes and I become desperate. My first hour class in on the other side of the building and if I don't get into my locker right at this moment, I'll be late for sure. And being late = detention...

I look around hopelessly, wondering that if today is going to be one of those days where I end up in the principals office because of fight. 

"Hey dude, I think this girl wants to get into her locker," a guy I didn't recognize speaks up from next to the douche who ignored me.

"Just ignore her Jesse, she's just some loser wannabe," the asshole says.

"And you're just a fuckhead, move out of the way Caleb and quit being a bully, this is why you can't get a girlfriend," Jesse retorts.

Caleb scoffed and reluctantly stepped away from my locker, but not before muttering a few cuss words under his breath.

"Whatever man, I'm going to class, feel free catch up when you stop being a softie," Caleb yells as he walks down the hallway and out of view.

"Hey sorry about him, he gets mean when he's high, the total opposite of what you're supposed to do. Come to think of it, he probably had his weed laced with something, yanno?" Jesse says as he leans against the locker next to mine.

I open my locker and start grabbing folders and books.

"No not really, I don't do drugs. Period."

"Oh... Sorry, you kinda seem like the girl who would," he says quickly.

I slam my locker shut which causes him to jump a little, but he quickly tries to brush it off by clearing his throat.

"What is that supposed to mean exactly?" I mutter dryly and turn to look at him.

I haven't seen this dude before, he's probably new. I hope he's not because it seems as if the jocks claimed another victim. He's actually quite attractive, but so are most of the jocks in this school (even though I hate to admit it). It seems to be a requirement when they recruit you into the clique to have a face above a 7.5/10. But unlike most Jocks, Jesse's face is softer and paler, and he looks more boyish compared to the built and rugged complexion of the other jocks.

"Uh, I don't know really, sorry if that offended you or something," Jesse responded.

"Yeah a little."

"I didn't mean it in a bad way, yanno? I just, you know, you have a very edgy esque style and, uh, I'm not sure where I'm going with this."

"Yeah well, I need to get to class so... Bye."

I begin to walk away until I feel warm but calloused hand wrap around my wrist.

"Wait, uh, I never, uh, got your name?" Jesse stutters.

I look at my arm which still has his hand on it and glare at it until he finally lets go.

"That's not my problem," I reply and continue walking away, hoping and praying to God that I have enough time to get to first hour before the second bell.