One day we were walking around our trashy town, kicking tin cans down the street at squirrels and throwing sticks at windows before making a run for it. Across the street, we saw a short boy with jet black hair and pale, lightly freckled, skin. His eyes were a bright teal with soft blue highlights. He wore a navy blue polo shirt with khaki shorts and knee-high white socks. He had sunglasses hanging from the front of his shirt and a grey jacket wrapped gracefully around his hips. The other dudes snickered and ran towards him, I followed in a slow pursuit, taking in full view of this boy.
"Heya FAG!" the darker skinned boy yelled, snarling like a dog. The chubby boy came up behind him, a devilish smile on his face.
"What's It like being the town's man-whore?" he snapped. All of them laughed in unison and high-fived like a bunch of imbeciles. I came up behind them, looking down at the boy in front of me. Upon closer inspection, he was even paler than previously thought. In the front part of his hair, he had one large blue chunk that faded up into a blonde tip. All of his hair was styled up into a fluffy undercut. His sides were darker than anticipated and his eyes were almost glowing. He had a sharp nose bridge with a button tip and a very feminine frame, but he still had a very small hint of masculinity.
"What about you?" this aqua boy asked, "What insult are you about to throw?" his tone was a bit sassier than I was used to but it made me grin. I pushed my small group backward, they smiled as they walked behind me. I was pretty well built for my age. Large shoulders and a good amount of muscle. A whole head of golden hair that fell over my lifeless emerald eyes. I had a couple of silver piercings which amplified my "tough guy" look. One in the eyebrow, two in the bottom lip, a couple in my nose bridge, and about a million in my elf-like ears. This boy had one. One golden ring in his right ear. I walk closer to him, our height difference was crazy, his eyes looked deep into me.
"Best watch your tone waterlog, "I snap. His expression doesn't change, "You might end up getting yourself hurt," my voice was dark and gravely. My breath smelled of smoke and lemon. He just smiles and kicks a rock at my boots. My glare shoots back to him, he looked surprisingly smug.
"Try me," he shot back, confidence flooding his tone. I smirked and put my hand out towards the ginger kid. Upon request, he hands me my baseball bat. The small aqua boy just looks at me, his blue eyes piercing my skin. I remain still for but a second before pulling my bat behind me in preparation to swing. The goons behind me rev up like cars, yelling in excitement. This ballsy kid just stares, readying himself for impact. I turn to face my group and swing, they fall like dominoes with a loud thud.
"Come on!" I yell with a smirk, grabbing his hand and sprinting down the pavement. Once I knew we were safe I pulled him in towards a wall and stopped. My breath was gone and my legs ached but the adrenaline pumping through my veins gave me a high.
"What's your name?" he spoke abruptly. I was bent over heaving my lungs out. I look up at him, his aqua eyes sparkling in the blinding light of the sun.
"What?" I ask in reply, my face heating up as I wipe the sweat from my forehead.
"Your name," he demanded, "what is it?"
I sat up, towering over him once again. I bite my bottom lip.
"The name's Vincent Bairre but my friends call me Viper," I say in an attempt to seem even more threatening than I look. The boy smiles and holds out his hand, I take it abruptly.
"The name's Aquarius Randi," he replied with a sly smile, "pleasure to meet you," his face lit up. I smile softly at him, my eyes crinkling.
We walked down the sidewalks of the town, my hands deep in the pockets of my jeans. He watched his feet move gracefully along the cracked pavement. A small smile spreading across his face as I tripped.
