A Pyro And A Psycho

Angel of Death

I'm Mara Donovan
I'm 14 years old
I'm 168 tall
I live alone
I'm the lead Cheerleader in Bowmen High School
I have black hair and blue eyes
I love Brandon Jones
I wish to become a Lawyer.
This is the daily things I need to repeat to myself. Just to keep myself sane. I need to lie to myself.
Just to stay sane.
"Mara!" I flipped my head around. A big smile on my lips as I faced my Cheer leading team. We were five. Anna, Sarah, Michelle, Sophie, and me. I started going them instructions on how we'd proceed. Soon the match started. The team ran in, our Majestic Tigers in there black and orange jerseys. I caught sight of my 'boyfriend' Brandon Jones. Athletic, caring and class rep. He was everyone's dream boy. People say we're a perfect match. I know right, cheerleader and jock together is a cheap trick. I waved to him and blew a kiss for appearances. He winked at me then concentrated again.
We won.
Everyone whooped and cheered for our Tigers. I smiled seemingly excited jumping with my friends. Brandon came up to me swooping me off the ground and kissing me. I kissed back. People were watching even if he smelled like sweat and dirt. My reputation was on the line. When he let go I breathed in repressing a gag. Don't get me wrong Brandon is great at kissing. Its just I don't like him. We've known each other since kindergarten. We were friends back then. Then in middle school he asked me out. I didn't want to reject him or make him sad so I agreed. Two years later he became the football team's captain. In my second year I was asked to join the Cheer leading team. Then without knowing I became one of them.
People laughed and joked. Someone said something about a party. I didn't hear. I told the rest I'd head home. I dropped the orange and black skirt and seriously small shirt for my jeans and crop top recommended by internet. I hated these cloths. Oh how I longed for my oversized hood and jogging pants. I sighed grabbing my bag and heading home. I passed a few goths smoking and nerds studying. I used to be like them. The goths not the nerds. Loving black and hating people. I still do in fact. Just that I can't show it. Either you're in the sun light or under the rock. Before I knew I bumped into someone. Tch can't he or she pay attention. I apologized without looking at there face. The person then said something that had me taken aback.
"Watch it princess," I finally looked at the stranger. Green. Deep green eyes. A black hood and... All in black in fact. A blue notebook and a pencil. But all I saw were his eyes. I didn't mind the pale skin nor the scared arms in tattoes nor the illuminate drawings over the book even the bags under his eyes didn't faze me. To me this guy looked like an angel of death. The most dangerous. Oh right I loved danger.
"Hey stupid I'm talking to you" I snapped back to life. My face felt hot and I glared at him. He raised a brow.
"That's rude you weren't even watching where you were going," I replied. Did I just say that!? What's wrong with me!?
"Neither were you," he retorted. I huffed.
"Well you-"
"I don't have time for this," he cut me off walking away. I frowned. I wish I hadn't talked like that. I sighed heading off she I heard a clink. I looked down and saw a white metallic lighter with a snake like design. I frowned again picking it up.
Was it his? Should I give it back? Meh I'll see tomorrow. I put it into my bag then walked off.