Opposites That Aren't So Opposite

Chapter 1

Ok, well, i guess we'll start this off with an introduction. Hi. My name's Kayson Tey. I am sixteen years old and i live in Florida with my seven year old sister, Macey. Its just us since our parents died when i was only eleven. I've had to support both of us ever since. Yeah, i know you're probably thinking 'How can a eleven year old support two people for that long?' Well, up until this year my Aunt had been sending money. I had absolutely refused to move in with her, our only relative. Why? Because I'm hard headed. I didn't want to move from the house my beloved parents had raised me in. She finally gave up on trying to convince me and let me stay there. This year i am sixteen. The age where i can get a job. I actually got a job last year but, no one knew i was only fifteen. I work at a tow-truck company. I fix the broken down trucks so they can be used again. Its hard but, i manage to bring home enough money each night for us to have a decent meal and some extra for lunch the next day. The only thing i don't pay for is our education, my Aunt still pays for all of that. As to my appearance, i have unnatural blue hair that gets dyed once a week in my bathroom with cheap Dollar tree stuff and, even though i don't need them, i wear red glasses. Yeah, i know. I look really weird but, i like how i look and i won't change for anyone. Well, that's what i thought until i met Kyle anyways.

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I walked slowly down the hall, my bag slung over my shoulder lazily. I always made sure i was the last one in the classroom so that i would go in right after before the teacher. Its not that i am scared of the rest of my classmates, far from it actually, its just that I'd gotten put in detention way more than other kids for fighting.

Yeah, i look like a scared nerd and i have weak looking arms that i hide under long sleeves but, i am actually quite strong and can win a fight almost every time.

I don't always fight for myself though. I stick up for others too. Even if i don't know them or they're my worst enemy, a rare accurance in and of itself. Its just how i was raised.

I don't really have friends. Most people think I'm just a smart geeky nerd. An assessment i am perfectly ok with. I perfer being alone rather than with others. I like solitude.

I peeked into the classroom. Everyone was seated and had their books ready. I stepped in and all eyes turned to me. I ignored all of them and took my usual seat at the far back. I set my things out, carful not to rip the very delicate pages of the science book i would need. People must think that since science is such a fragile thing it must mean the pages should be freaking fragile too. I can't tell you how many times i have ripped the pages of this darn book. It looks like it went through a hurricane and its only the beginning of the year.

I looked up and almost fell backwards out of my seat. "Dude! Personal space!" One of the guys in my class was leaning on my desk and talking to the girl who owned the desk in front of me. His butt was practically in my face.

He glanced over his shoulder at me. "Oh, my! I think a fly just buzzed past my ear. I can't be sure though. It might have just been my imagination." He turned back to the girl and she laughed. I rolled my eyes. Then i smirked.

Lets see if you notice me now.

I went under my desk and tied his shoe laces together. He didn't even look down. Then the door opened and our teacher came in. He went to walk back to his desk but, had, unfortunately, not noticed his shoes. He tripped and fell on the girl he had been talking to.

"Ah! Sexual harassment! Someone do somthing!" She screeched.

I held in a laugh. He was looking around, confused. "S-sorry! I really didn't mean to!" He stood up and continued on his way to his desk but, to make things even better, he tripped again and fell on his face.