Glitches

Chapter 6 - Something new

Everything in the room was white. The walls were white. The ceiling was white. And on the white concrete floor stood just as white furniture. I counted around 16 people in the room, all in their late teens. Some of them were tall and looked like they could beat the shit out of you, while others more looked like they would be the ones being beaten the shit out of. Some of them gave me a quick glance, but they quickly lost interest and shifted their heads back to the conversations they were having.

This was exactly like being back in school. Cliques and all. You could clearly point them out. In the right corner was the sporty people. All fit and extrovert. Beside them was the nerds sitting around a table. They wore glasses, and they were discussing something quietly, making sure not to get any attention. In the sofa were the bullies. Looking tough in matching clothes, like a gang. The popular girls was sitting in a corner. They wore expensive clothe and accessories. Whispering to one another, while they shot judging looks at everyone in the room.

Including me.

I ignored their glances and walked over and sat on the floor, resting my back against the white wall. My feet were sore from hours of walking. The second the pressure from my body weight was gone a feeling of satisfaction shot through them, making me sigh in relief.

I think I zoned out for a while, because the next thing I saw was a tall, lean figure taking a seat beside me. I turned my head to look at the person who had chosen to join me.

It was a boy around my own age. He had long raven black hair reaching his shoulders, standing in complete contrast to his clothe which was just as white as the room we were sitting in. I would say he looked kind of scrawny, but I still didn't want to be the one fighting him. Not only because of the muscles, but mostly because of the small scars that filled his entire face, along with a chunk of his ear that was missing. And it didn't take my mind a long time to come up with thousands of reasons behind every single scar on his pale face.

He turned his head and met my gaze with a big goofy smile.

"Hi."

At first, I didn't say anything, probably because I honestly hadn't expected him talking to me. But I didn't want to seem rude, so finally I managed to let out a, "Hey."

We then both returned to look at the wall in front of us, not saying anything else. After a couple of minutes in silence, the boy suddenly turned his head back to me with furrowed brows.

"May I ask you something?"

"Go ahead," I answered, suddenly feeling way less intimidated by him and his scarred face.

"Why's your hair so short? It's kind of boyish."

I raised my eyebrows at his comment and shrugged.

"Maybe. Why's your hair so long? It's kind of girlish."

He looked a little taken aback by my attitude, but then he just shook it off and gave me a grin.

"Okay, you got me there," he chuckled, scratching his neck awkwardly.

"What's your name."

"Stephanie."

"Nice to meet you Stephanie, I'm Sam," he extended his hand to me.

I slowly took it, returning the smile.

"Nice to meet you too, Sam."

Suddenly, Sam turned his gaze to something behind me, and his smile faded. Frowning at him I turned my head in the same direction.

In the corner of the room sat three kids in a sofa. Two boys and one girl, all looking like they could kill you in the matter of seconds. The girl was giving us a deathly glare. She had her hair painted in a blue colour, and her eyes were so dark that they were almost black.