the outcast // d.h *REWRITTEN*

Chapter 1

the bell rung in her ears, along with the sweet rough voice of Billie Joe Armstrong flowing from the earphones she had plugged in her ears. she pulled the sleeves of her oversized jumper over her hands, trying to keep the warmth that the schools broken heating system couldn't provide. keeping her head down she moves down the halls, trying to avoid the bodies of sweaty teenagers hauling rapidly towards her. 

'there's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be.' she desperately wanted to sing along to the song that was playing, probably too loud, in her ears. however decided against it, especially when she looked up to see an even bigger crowd of people stomping towards her. she froze instinctively, her breath sharpening and heart pounding a fraction faster than before. she let out a loud sigh when she realised that they had walked straight past without a second thought. they're not like them she thought to herself.

she shook her head, ridding the deemed ridiculous ideas and perceptions, making a swift turn left instead of the direction she should be heading. as soon as she stepped out the doors, she breathed in the 'fresh' air and searched through her bag. when her fingers came in contact with a small cardboard box, a tiny smile crossed her face before pulling it out. she retrieved the last cigarette from the pack, throwing the now empty box onto the pavement. 

she pulled out her black lighter from the pocket of the black washed jeans she wasn't allowed to wear. lighting her cigarette and taking a deep inhale, holding the smoke in her throat and chest until she felt light headed before releasing it. her eyes closed in euphoria, revelling in the feeling of her second inhale burning her throat. 

this moment was abruptly ruined by a deep, unfamiliar voice from behind her. 'smoking kills, you know,' he said with a slight chuckle. she didn't even give him the satisfaction of turning around, instead continuing to smoke the cigarette in her hand. 'hello?' he spoke again, this time sounding more confused instead of confident. Once again ignoring the voice, she pulled out her phone, changing the song before placing it back in her pocket. 

'not a people person, are you?' he once again insisted, Rose swung around. her face spoke frustration, yet surprise once her eyes fell on the boy now in front of her. His tall body was clothed with skinny, dark jeans and a black t-shirt with a weird symbol on the front. His soft brown hair was styled to perfection, every strand groomed and placed to form a voluminous fringe. she was taken aback for a couple of seconds before regaining sanity and returning to glare at the smirking boy before her. 

'what do you want?' she asked with a hard voice, clearly in no mood to be messed about. he simply shrugged before stating that he was 'bored' whilst crossing his arms and leaning against the wall that stood strongly behind him. she rolled her eyes, inhaling the toxic smoke for the last time before dropping it to the ground and using her foot to put it out. She hiked her bag further up her shoulder before heading towards the doors, now ready to go to class.

'hey wait up,' the still nameless guy said to her, slowly jogging to catch up to her. she ignored him, continuing her walk and keeping her head low. 'hey!' he announced, now beside her due to his freakishly long legs. 'what now?' she groaned, frustrated and tired of him already. 'i don't know where i'm going' he admitted, a light blush appeared on his cheeks which made him look even more innocent. she felt somewhat guilty for only just acknowledging his obvious weariness of the surroundings. 'oh, let me take a look at your schedule' she murmured, surprising herself with the kind gesture she made. why was she being so nice? 

he handed her the already crumpled piece of paper, skimming her eyes over the classes he had today. realisation crossed her that they both had the same lessons for most of the day, she discreetly glanced at the name at the top of the paper. Howell, Daniel. 

'well it looks like you're stuck with me for the next four hours' she spoke gently, looking up and meeting his eyes for the first time. the chocolate brown colour made her feel relaxed and were almost homely. okay, this is weird, she never feels like this. maybe i'm getting ill, she thinks to herself.

he nods, before following after her. 

this should be interesting

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-kay