“Alexa! Come back!”
I kept running.
“Alexa, please!”
At this point, even if I wanted to stop my feet wouldn’t let me. I was running, but I wasn’t sure where to. I just knew I needed to get away, to get out of here, to escape.
“Alexa, please! Let me explain!”
at those words, my feet stayed in place. Explain . .? Was he serious? How does someone explain to you why he decided to let you give it all away to him, knowing he would be gone forever soon?
He stopped a few steps behind me. So many different emotions were running through my veins, that I couldn’t turn around to face him. I felt my rage escape through my eyes as tears, and then realized that these tears weren’t from rage, but from sadness…
I wiped my face with my hands, I didn’t care that they were muddy and cut up. As soon as I brought my hand down, I saw that it wasn’t tears on my face, it was blood.
“Alexa! What’s happening?”
Those were the last words I heard before everything went black.
*TWO MONTHS EARLIER*
I was starting at a new school, as a sophomore in high school; great. . I had to change schools because I had been getting harassed at my old one. Yeah, it was THAT bad. It was the worst year of my life, I had a total amount of 0 friends, my teachers hated me, the students bashed me at every time they could, and my parents always believed I was the problem, and that I just was making it all up.
“May I help you?” A short woman with brown hair and tan skin said, awakening me from my thoughts.
“Uh, yes. I just transferred and I was wondering where I could get my schedule.” I managed a smile.
The woman stared at me for a second and looked back down at her desk.
“Down the hall, to the left.” She said without bothering to look up and with an attitude that make me groan.
“ Is that the counseling center or something?”
“Down the hall, to the left.” She repeated with more attitude in her voice.
I simply turned around to leave and heard her mutter “Satanist”
“All hail lord Lucifer.” I said loud enough for her to hear. From the corner of my eye I saw her gaze follow me as I walked down the hall.
I stood in front of a door with black, bold letters that read “counseling,” I took a deep breath, and walked in.
A rush of cold air welcomed me, along with glares and stares from different people in the room. I walked towards the front desk slowly, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the stare that the woman there was giving me.
“Hi, can I get my schedule here?”
“We are not responsible for students forgetting their classes” said a gown pale lady with white hair.
“I just transferred here.” I said, not bothering to smile at this grouch.
“Then in that case, what’s your first and last name honey?” Her sudden mood change threw me off a bit.
“Alexa Ryman.” I said with a shy smile on my face.
“Ryman . . Oh, the cutter.” What?! Was that written on my file?! “ten minutes ‘till first period.” She called out handing me a paper with classes on it. I received the paper and stared at her in horror.
“ My baby girl went to school with you, Abigail.” Shock was then added to the look in my face. That girl had been one of the people who were committed, to making my life miserable.
“Thanks.” I murmured as I quickly left the room.
I sighed as I read my schedule. English, French, history, math, science and P.E. Well, at least I wouldn’t go back to class all sweaty. I folded the paper and slipped it into my back pocket. I shoved some textbooks I had gotten earlier from the library into my locker. Then some guy with black hair half an inch over his shoulders and bangs almost covering his eyes stared at me from the end of the hall. He was a bit pale, blue eyes, and pale thin pink lips. He wore ripped tight black jeans with black vans, and a black shirt with a bear eating a monkey that read “iwrestledabearonce.”
*Jake’s point of view*
Class hadn’t even started and a teacher had already managed to piss me off. Great. Halfway through the year and I’m still having conflicts with my teachers. These people, the teachers, the students, they all pissed me off; they all make me want to punch them in the face. It’s all because I stand out to much, but fuck it. I don’t care if they don’t like me. I still get the girls I want anyways.
I looked up from the ground as I walked, and then I saw this girl. Was she new? I hadn’t seen her around, I would’ve noticed her. She was extremely pale in a way that suited her, had bright blue eyes with heavy black eyeliner on the lid of her eyes, and lipstick that looked like dried blood on her lips. She was beautiful. I couldn’t stop staring, and when she stared back, I felt my heart freeze in its tracks and waited for me to look away. She stood out so much compared to all the girls here. Not just because of her beauty, but because she even dressed different. She wore red torn jeans with black chains all around hanging from her silver stud belt, a plain tight black shirt, a black lace cardigan with a misfits patch on the left side of it, and plain black converse. God, she was gorgeous . .
*Alexa’s point of view*
This guy was . . . hot. I’m not the kind of girl that goes around checking guys out, but this guy was gorgeous just at first glance. He looked like the kind of guy that every girl wanted . . and the kind that had every girl . . I could stare at him for hours either way though.
The bell rang but we still didn’t break eye contact. His expression read nothing. Just then a man with balding brown hair and glasses went up to him, said something and he turned to face him.
*Jake’s point of view*
Mr. Anderson than walked up to me.
“Mr. Wolfe, the bell has rang. Do you plan to go to class? Or are you ditching once again?” he said rudely. I just turned to face him with the hate I had for him clearly visible in my face and groaned.
“So I thought” he said as I turned my back on him to walk to class. I turned back around to see the new girl but I just saw her close her locker and step away from it. I kept walking.
*Alexa’s point of view*
I walked to the left, then I stopped and remembered I didn’t know where I was going. So I slipped out my schedule from my pocket and looked for the room number. Yep, to the left I go.
