Midnight Six ~E.D. & G.D.~

01

"Jesse!" I quickly snapped my head away from my locker, in the direction of where my name has been thrown out to. I only see Taylor, smiling at me; waiting for me to grin back. But I flash my middle finger at her. I turn back around and finish putting my binders in the top silver shelf. "Jesse, Jesse, Jesse!" Taylor repeated in a sing-song voice, followed by eyes that don't reach mine. Instead they make contact with my outfit. "You're so careless with how you present yourself, yet you look more than presentable. How is this even--what?" 

Now is when I smile. I turn to face her and close my locker shut. "If you call this presentable, do I really want to see what you think isn't presentable?" I tease. She leans on the locker next to mine, and I lean on my own, crossing my arms. I'm literally wearing a black shirt, ripped jeans with fish nets under them, and high top black and white vans. This is as basic as i get---which, to me, is very basic.

"It's been 5 months into the school year. Trust me, you've seen it on all the girls here. Except for me of course," Taylor hypes herself up, then grimaces while glancing at a freshman walking by.

"Come over later?" I would say I asked, but it really wasn't a question.

"Can't. I'm going thrift shopping with Kevin," She presses her elbow into the locker she's leaning on and pushes off of it, now only balancing on her two feet. I stand up straight, as well.

"Whatever. You're lame." I roll my eyes and blow a bubble with my gum and it pops, not even seconds later.

"Did you see the new students? They started last week, came in from New Jersey" She wrinkles her nose. Clearly she's not too fond of them already. Or maybe she's just unsure.

"New students?" I groan. That answers her question. I slightly furrow my eyebrows, I'm sort of interested in who she's talking about ; sort of not.

"Yeah. Can't believe you haven't seen them. their names are like, Greg and Nathan Dolan I think." Taylor snorts. One of those names sound slightly familiar, even though they're incorrect.

As soon as the names slip out of her mouth, a boy, a foot taller than her, speaks, "Grayson and Ethan". He looks down at her and purses his lips. She looks up, "Yeah, them." She raises her eyebrows and looks back down to me.

"Right...Cool. I'm gonna--" i start to turn around but he touches my shoulder and turns me to face them again.

"Wait...um, you have cool hair." He hesitates to say it but the words wriggle out, surprisingly. I nod my head and raise my eyebrows as a way of saying 'Thank you' silently. Taylor starts to walk away and I attempt to turn around and flee once more. Key word, "Attempt".

"I'm Grayson, by the way. And, uh, you?" He doesn't struggle so much this time. I don't know why he's talking to me, but i hope this ends soon. Not that I don't like him--I mean i just met him; I don't really know him. But I'm not the type of person who makes a lot of friends. Not because I can't, but because I'm different from everyone else. I'm not like these high school kids. And people don't think to approach me, probably because i look too mean to approach. So whats the deal with Grayson? And why does he look so familiar?

"I'm Avery, but most people call me Ry, pronounced, Ree" I give a mocking, cheesy, smile; tug at the ends of my hair and chew on my gum obnoxiously, waiting for his reaction. I know it was a little extra, but i also get the vibe that he thinks Im someone I'm not. He probably thinks I'm like every other basic, blonde, girl that loves meeting new people. To fuck. Not to befriend.

Grayson starts to snort and soon is laughing. I stop smiling and start looking everywhere but at him.

"Okay, what was that?" He's still giggling, I'm starting to blush now. I feel kind of stupid.