Drabbles for potato

Lip Piercing (Dan Howell punk AU)

Liz looks around at her new school as if it were Narnia. She wasn't used to this environment, seeing as she grew up in a small town where classes had no more than twelve kids, all whom were well mannered, and did their homework. But as Liz looked at her new school for the remainder of her high school life, she knew this was the complete opposite. Some cliques stood in the middle of corridors, chatting loudly, not caring even the slightest that they were blocking people paths. Then there were the couples, most of which hid in secluded corners, having eternal make-out sessions until the bell rang, where they would scurry off, acting like nothing had just happened. There was also smaller groups, those of which wanted nothing to do with the cliques. Some were emo, others were asian nerds; this school had a plethora of people that had Liz wishing she had never moved. It wasn't exactly her choice, but she still could've at least tried to persuade her small family of 4 not to leave.

Keeping her head as high as possible, she enters the school, avoiding the clique blocking the doorway as much as she could. She got her schedule and locker number from the office, as she was told, and then began to wander around the school aimlessly. Her adventure led her to the courtyard, where she realized she hadn't seen all the stereotypes of the school. Gathered in the courtyard were a gang of punks. Some were smoking cigarettes, others were chatting quietly. But as Liz spied on this meet up, she noticed a boy in the corner who wasn't quite like the others. He was still without doubt a punk due to his clothing, tattoos, and peircings, but he wasn't acting like the others. He stood, leaning up against a support, staring off into space quietly.

She didn't get it. Why wasn't he smoking or socializing like the others? What made him so special. Their eyes met, and the boy raised an eyebrow at her, causing Liz to let out a small squeal, running off before she got herself entangled in whatever meeting they had going on. Heart pounding out of her chest, Liz emptied her unwanted contents into her locker before walking upstairs to her first class of the day, English.

The bell rings, indicating class had begun. For the first five minutes, the class was told to read silently as the announcements went off. It was a few minutes later that in walked the very person Liz had been staring at earlier, and she prayed that they didn't sit next to each other. She prayed with all her willpower. If she did, she was screwed. By Friday, she'd probably have more bruises than she could count, and on her first week, too. Why did she have to stare at him for so long?

"Please take your seat, Daniel. The class is reading for the time being." The teacher, whose name Liz learned was Ms. Davis, said cooly to Daniel, who rolled his eyes as he plopped down beside Liz. Oh shit. This was it. She was going to die, here and now. There is no escape. Even if she asked to go to the bathroom or go get a drink, she would have to come back. There's no way she could cut class, her parents would kill her! Not that she wanted to cut class, but that was her only escape, and there's no way it would go unnoticed.

"Hey." He says, leaning back in his chair lazily as his eyes wandered around in an aimless dream. Was that all school was to him? Liz had no idea, but she knew that this couldn't be good.

"Oh...hi..." Liz says quietly, averting her eyes to her book, a fantasy novel known as children of Eden. One day of reading it, and she was already enthralled. Hopefully it'd take her mind off of the trouble that was to come.

Throughout the period of silence, repeatedly Liz could feel his eyes on her. It was starting to make her really uncomfortable, and Liz wondered what he could possibly want or do at a time like this? After another minute, she couldn't take it, and slammed her book down, staring him down with the most intimidation she could muster.

"What is your problem! It's rude to stare at someone like that you know!" She whisper shouts, glaring at him before turning back to her book. Once she had picked up her precious novel, she hit herself in the forehead with it. She had just dug herself a bigger hole, great. Now what? But the boy just chuckled, playing with his chocolate brown locks.