A Dance With Death

The New Very Interesting Guy

 It was a rainy day at Riverside High School, not that it was unusual. It rained at least two times a week here and even when it wasn't raining it was normally unnaturally cold. Riverside High School wasn't quite normal, at least through my eyes it wasn't. The school itself was normal enough, but it was the students who made it abnormal. Most students here had pale skin with dark eyes and hair, the colours of their clothes varied from group to group but most of them were on the darker side of the colour scale. I was considered abnormal at this school simply because I had curly ash-blond hair and green eyes. I didn't mind being an outsider here, in fact I was secretly glad that I was, halve of the students here scared me to death.

I glanced back at my car and cringed, my white BMW M6 stood out amongst the crowd of cars here, sure I loved my car but it would be nice if my parent's bought me a car that wasn't  that flashy. My family came from some serious old money and held a lot of shares in various places. I tried not to shove it down people's throats though, I had been told it was rude. My upbringing hadn't been strict but I had been taught to treat people how I would like to be treated and people older than me with manners.

As I trudged up the steps I heard all the chatter that hung over the parking lot like a cloud stop, finding this highly strange I turned to see what was going on.  A boy, who fit the image of this school a bit too perfectly  had just stepped out of a Black Audi TT and was slowly making his way over the parking lot.  I glanced at the others students to see if it was only I who was completely bewildered as to what this guy was doing here. We never got new students. But as I looked at the other students all I saw were glares, full of anger and disgust. I looked at the boy again and tried to grasp why the others seemed to be so angry at him but I couldn't think of anything. He had his Ipod in and was walking slowly over the parking lot, nothing out of the ordinary as far as I could see. 

Sighing I turned around, might as well head inside, if that boy is already hated I'm going to stay clear, I have enough troubles myself. I checked my watch for the time as I walked up the stairs and was happy to see I had five more minutes until my next class, just enough time to dump my jacket and grab my textbook.

**

After dumping my jacket and grabbing my textbook from my locker I headed to my history class. History was a breeze for me and I tended not to pay attention so I was always thankful that I had history first hour.  We were studying something about the  Ancient Greek justice system, which was rather  tedious. What didn't help was my teacher, Mr Rochini. Mr Rochini was an old man about to retire, if I wasn't wrong this was actually his last year of teaching, but what made most students dislike him was the fact that he gave a test every week over what we were meant to have learnt and that most of them were failing his class.  I shuffled into class as the first bell went and walked over to my seat by the window at the back of the class. All my seats in the same spot in each class, by a window at the back of the room. I preferred it like that, the rare sunlight that fell through the windows made the drab and pale classroom loom more appealing and the soft beds of red flowers gave me something colourful to look at during boring classes. Which was basically every class.

The rest of the class slowly piled in with the last of few coming in just as the tardy bell went, what surprised me was that the last person in was the new guy. The new guy went to the teacher and handed him some piece of paper. The teacher clapped his hands, which was the signal to shut up, sit down and pay attention. The rest slowly turned towards Mr.Rochini, who pointed to the new boy.

"This is Damien Mort. Damien go sit down next to Rosieanna." Yup, my name's Rosieanna one of the most unusual names of the school. He pointed from Damien to the seat next to me and made a shooing motion. Damien hoisted his backpack strap onto his shoulder and made his way to the empty spot. He dropped his bag on the ground and slumped in his seat, obviously not interested in the Ancient Greek justice system. I looked at the boy more closely, his black hair gave midnight a run for his money, but his eyes were his most catching feature.  I couldn't decide if the colour was a very dark burgundy red or just black but whatever the colour was it was stunning. I quickly turned my head when  Damien turned his head to me. I had never done that before,  none of the boys here had ever made me turn my head when they caught me looking at them. Then again I'd never found any of them interesting before. But this Damien on the other hand was very interesting. 

This was going to be a long lesson.

 **

The last bell of the day rung and I quickly shoved my books in my bag and hurried to my locker, all the way there cursing my luck. In every class on Mondays I would be stuck next to Damien and all because I was a quiet student which teachers knew payed or, at least seemed to pay, attention in class. I tugged my jacket out of my locker and made my way outside, pulling up my hood  to stop my hair getting soaked by the pounding rain. I quickly climbed into my car and started the heater, instantly relaxing as I was blasted with warm air. I checked to make their were no cars I would be pulling out infront of  and concluding there weren't any I pulled out of the parking space  and pulled out of the parking lot. Once I hit the road I rammed down the gas and took off home. 

She never noticed the black haired boy watching her leave with a smirk.