She Was A Punk, He Did Ballet

Chapter 1-Sk8r Boi

"Kill me now," I mutter under my breath as I enter the school building with my best friend, Nina Martin.

"Same." Ahh the first day of school. You can practically feel the quiet exhaustion of every student in the halls. Whoever decided to start school on a Monday should go to hell.

"I gotta pee." Nina and I walk into the bathroom and she waits for me in front of the mirror while I enter one of the graffiti covered stalls. When I leave the stall Nina is still at the mirror fixing the headband that sits atop her black hair.

In the mirror I catch a glimpse of my own self. Long brown hair under a gray knit beanie. I visibly cringe and push up the sleeves on my leather jacket.

I lean over a sink to turn on the faucet. Nothing comes out. I try the other sink and the water comes out brown. Nina looks over and laughed.

"Mmmm, gotta love Worthington. Here, I keep hand sanitizer in my bag." She says.

"Thank god." I turn off the water and take her up on her offer then we leave the bathroom spotting our friend Wesley down the hall.

"Ugh, you ready to get an ear full?" Nina mutters.

"I guess I gotta be." I pull my sleeves over my hands and stuff them in my front pockets. Nina and I continue walking past Wesley as he jogs to catch up.

"Yo! Nina, Piper! Wait up!" He calls for us and we ignore him. He's the outgoing friend. Nina and I are not.

I feel someone tug at my bag and I turn to face Wess. I pull his arm so he stands between Nina and I.

"Good morning to you too." He snaps.

"Wesley Lynch, it is way too early for you to be screaming like an ass hat." Nina laughs at my comment and Wess rolls his eyes.

These are my two best friends. The only two people I require to help me tolerate high school. Nina's the "shy and sweet" type, Wesley's the "loud and opinionated" type and I'm the "doesn't take shit from anyone" type. Somehow, the trio just works. We don't need anyone else. Nobody else can read my mind like they can.

"So how's life?" Wess asks when we stop by Nina's locker. It's a process. We go to Nina's locker first, then Wess'. I don't ever use my locker.

"I wanna take a nap and it's not even eight o'clock." Nina groans while she puts in her combination. Her locker opens to dozens of broadway stickers and posters pinned up to the metal with Disney magnets.

"I'm silently dying inside, how about you?" I add.

"Glad you asked." Wess pipes up again. "So there's this girl," Here we go again. There's always a girl. He starts rambling about some cute blonde on the cheer team when Nina shuts her locker and we continue on down the hall. However, we only make it a few steps before she stops dead in her tracks.

"Hello, earth to Nina," I wave my hand in front of her face. "What's the hold up?" I follow her gaze to a tall, blonde boy with a winning grin.

"Who's that?" She asks. I admit, she's not the only one whose heart skipped a beat. But then again, what girl doesn't fall for that guy.

"That would be Hunter Beckett. He literally showed up around here over the summer and the guy's already pretty popular." Since Wesley's the outgoing one, he's usually the guy to keep tabs on things and reports back.

"Have you seen him? He's like a god. Obviously he'd be popular!" Nina sputters out.

"Careful Nee. I think you got some drool on your lip." I smile and point as if she were actually drooling and she pulls her hand in front of her face.