"Hi, I'm Callie. I'm fifteen years old. I'm in tenth grade. And I hate this" I said sarcastically joyful. I sat down in my seat and smiled at Mrs. Rice. I hate this class. I've taken it twice. And not because I'm stupid. But because I hate algebra more than anything. Actually, I hate myself more than anything. But my selfloathing is not the point. The point is: this school is stupid, this class is stupid, this teacher is stupid, and everyone else here is stupid.
As everyeone stood up and introduced themselves, (name, age, grade, and a random fact about themselves), I sat at my desk and doodled some random coffee cups.
"Why coffee cups?" I heard a boyish voice behind me say.
"Because I need some fucking coffee, that's why" I said without turning around... I heard laughter. What a jerk. Just like everyone else. Then someone sat right beside me.
"Your hair is purple" I heard the same boyish voice say. I sat straight up and turned to my right to look at him. And it hit me. Oh my god. This boy was gorgeous. With long, black, flippy hair. He had angel bite piercings (top right and top left of lip). He was wearing a BMTH tee shirt and black converse. And his facial features were so striking. Dark blue eyes, a defined jawline, and perfectly shaped, thick lips. He resembled a model in the face.
"How about you?" Mrs. Rice said pointing to the boy.
"Hello, I'm Jonas," He said standing up "I'm sixteen years old and in eleventh grade. I just moved here (Georgia) from California. And I need some fucking coffee" He said and smiled down at me. Mrs. Rice stood there for a minute surprised. And then without a word, she smiled and continued to ask other students to introduce themselves. Jonas sat down.
"You're a dick" I said continueing my doodles.
"I know" He said and laughed.
"Why'd you move?"
"My mom wanted to"
"Did you want to?"
"I didn't care", he paused "How is it here?"
"Stupid. Where do you live?" Not once did I look up from my coffee cups.
"Um, Dipper street? Stripper street? Um.. Yeah."
That's when I looked up. I was smiling, but he looked nervous. I stared at him for a few seconds. He was absolutely gorgeous. He looked straight at me and all I could focus on was his eyes. They were intense. And unlike the rest of him, they showed no expression. They were cold and uninviting. While most blue eyes are so captivating and you swear you could dive right into them, these eyes sent an electric chill throughout your whole body. Staring into them, I suddenly got upset. I know he could tell because he looked away as soon as I felt the flood of sadness enter my body. We didn't talk at all the rest of the day, though he had every class but one with me and he sat beside me in all of them, even at lunch.
After last bell, everyone jammed onto the buses and I knew Jonas had to be on the same bus because he lived on the same street as me. Not Dipper or Stripper, but Whipper street. And that's when he walked on the bus. He was smiling, big and beautiful. But at the same time his smile looked almost scary. He walked to the back of the bus and sat down beside of me.
This morning it was chilly so I was able to wear my sweatshirt with the sleeves down to cover the cuts on my wrists. But now at 3 in the afternoon, I had to roll my sleeves up to keep from sweating to death. Now that Jonas was sitting beside me, I quickly rolled them back down. He was the new guy and he didn't need to know all my secrets. But he noticed and his eyes pierced my arms and watched every move my arms made until I crossed my arms and looked out the window.
