New Blood

Atheist

Blue

                Monday morning came. I didn’t want to move, locked in Alex’s arms. He woke with a start as the alarm went off. He blinked at me, squinting against the light. I smiled at him.

                “Good morning, sleeping beauty.” I said. He growled, but I could see a smile in his eyes. I grinned and rolled over, only to find his fingers dancing on my sides. I jumped and writhed, trying to avoid his fingers but to no avail as he relentlessly tickled me to the point I couldn’t breathe. I gasped for breath. He ripped off the covers as I recovered. I eventually slid out of bed, watching as Alex disappeared into the bathroom, wearing only a pair of dark sweatpants. I sighed and padded to the closet. I grabbed a Sleeping With Sirens tight fitting shirt, ripped black jeans with chains, an extra belt with bullets on it, combat boots and my red and black Tripp hoodie. I flat ironed my hair and struggled with putting on a choker until Alex came up behind me, already dressed, and hooked it for me.

                “Thanks.” I said, putting on my eyeliner. He grinned. “You’re welcome.” I noticed he had on acid wash black skinnies, vans, a plain white tee and his signature leather jacket. He had a Black Veil Brides chain around his neck, and he wore his dog tags. His hair swooped across his face and was styled so that it was sort of frizzy, but in that I-just-got-out-of-bed-and-don’t-want-to-bother-so-fuck-you sort of way. I smiled when I noticed that he was wearing guy liner. It looked really good on him.

                “Ready?” He asked as I put in my blue contact. I smiled and gave myself an once-over. I looked pretty good.

                “Ready.” I echoed. He handed me my slouchy batman bag and we walked out of his house side by side. He took my hand as we walked.

                “So when do you get that thing off?” he asked, motioning to the brace on my wrist. I had been able to get rid of the cast, and I could take off the brace, but it still hurt sometimes.

                “Well, soon, but it wouldn’t’ve happened if someone hadn’t pushed me.” I said, giving him a pointed look. He rolled his eyes.

                “While it was nice of you to try and take a blade for me, I don’t want to see you hurt. I didn’t think, I just reacted.”

                I frowned. I had seen the silvery scar on his chest from the fight between him and Jake. I remembered tracing my fingers over it, and knowing that the fight had been over me. I wondered how my life would’ve been different if I had obeyed the fates and become Jake’s mate. I was happy with Alex, and I was glad we had patched things despite our rough spots. I smiled as I held Alex’s hand. He was the perfect guy for me, of that I was sure. He knew exactly how I was feeling, he made me happy, and I hadn’t cut since we got together. I hadn’t felt the urge to, either.

                “Hey Blue?” I looked up at Alex.

                “Yeah?” He bit his lip and gave me a quick kiss.

                “I love you.” He said. My heart swelled.

                “I love you too.” I said. He smiled at me and kissed me quickly before we continued to school together.

                Alex

                Blue and I sat in the back of our first period class when Crow walked in. She took a seat beside Blue while a tall, black haired guy was talking to our teacher. I knew practically every eye was on him. I glanced at Crow and Blue, knowing as soon as Crow’s eyes lit up when he sat next to her that they were in love. He had black hair that wasn’t really long, but it was wind tossed. He wore a black leather jacket, army green shirt and black skinnies. I saw the side of a combat boot under the desk. He picked Crow up and set her on his lap. She blushed and looked down.

                “Blue, this is Spencer. He’s my mate.”

                Blue smiled at Spencer politely. He smiled back.

                “Hi.” He said. Crow smiled.

                “He’s a little shy.”

                Blue smiled. “That’s okay.”

                I knew Spencer was a good compliment to Crow. They both had the same edgy, new-breed style. Judging by the barely visible pentagram tattoo on Spencer’s collarbone, both he and Crow were atheists of a sort. Also, knowing Crow, she wouldn’t go for a guy unless they were perfect for her.

                The bell rang and everyone rushed to their seats, marking the beginning of another awful, yet uneventful Monday.