Before You I Serve Nothing

Chapter One: Marks.

MARKS:

Carson? No. Jett? No. Jettia? Ugh. No. Mr. Nightmares? Nope. Jettia Carson Nightmares? Ah, there we go. I smiled wide as I jotted those three words down on my paper. My English Honours teacher for this year had asked us to write what we wanted to either be named, or to be called in her class. It was hard for me to chose between the names. My stage names. I don't allow people to call me by my real name, ever. I made that decision back in 6th grade when the torture had taken a turn for its worst. My teeth clenched, fists curling in to balls of anger as I tried to force the gibes from my mind. "Keep it together, Jett. It's all in the past." I started to repeat in my head over and over again. But nothing seemed to help. The laughs from shits known as my peers, stung my ears. My cold, grey eyes shot up to look at Ms. Laney, she was directing the class in the next "Back To School" assignment that I already did and lost interest in. Damn ADHD. As her attention was centered around some dumb bimbo, who probably should not be in an honours class, I snuck a small, black ear bud into my left ear and blasted Upon This Dawning: A New Beginning ft. Chris Motionless of Motionless In White. Taking deep, long breaths, the memories faded; ink on the page. My sanity was returned and everything was better, at least for a few minutes...

I despise school. So far, the only classes I enjoyed for the year were my Italian Three class, my English Three Honours class, and my beloveded Art class. And I thank God that they're all back-to-back AND were the last three periods of the day. The bell had rung for sixth period to be over and I was making a steady pace to Art. My iPod Touch, 5th generation, playing music on shuffle, genres alternating, (post-hardcore, metal, melodic metal, pop-punk, rock, etc.) my favourite bands constantly playing. I was actually quite satisfied with the world around me. That was definitely a first.

I entered my home a tad late, it was such a long walk. I shrugged it off. "Not to worry, King doesn't care. His head is always somewhere else." I thought to myself as I made my way to my original seat for this class. I froze mid-walk. There she was, plangently sitting on the table, back and ass faced to the front, leaning back on outstretched arms, blowing her mint gum. I found myself biting my lip. My body started to tense. I didn't know what to do. I'm not good with talking to people, especially ones I've had a crush on since the last week of Freshman year and now that I'm a Junior...my passion has increased. She knew it though, which wasn't too bad. The only bad things about any of it, was how she didn't want to be anything more than friends. She didn't want to mess up what we had, and I completely respect and understand that, but come on, she was just... Fuck, she turned around. Her head tilted slightly to the side and a devious smirk on her lips. I knew what was about to occur.

She leaped off the table and everything went to slow motion in my eyes. Her light honey eyes pierced mine. Her hair was dyed black, something she neglected to tell me before the school year. A flawless face was accented with perfect pink, round lips. She was tan, but not too tan, I really don't care for tan...things...but this was different. She wasn't a dark tan as if she had been out in the petrifying sun all day, but a nice, light, even, and natural tan, she almost seemed to glow. She skipped over to me, D cup breasts jumping off her chest as she did so. Beautiful collar bones were made even more noticeable. Ugh. Her cut body moved perfectly across the room. She wasn't fat, she wasn't thin. She was in between and that alone was simply jaw dropping to me. She got closer and closer. I managed a small smile, and soon she had her inviting arms around me. I melted.

Her smell was divine, she always wore a perfume that resembled a man's cologne, but somehow she made it work for her. It was sexy and a major turn on. I inhaled quietly so she wouldn't hear as I wrapped my arms around her in a hug. I missed her. A lot. More than I had ever thought. She glanced up at me. I smiled down at her, hugging tighter. Gingerly, she pulled away and looked me over. I managed a chuckle as her button nose scrunched up in a silly disapproval.