I was at my locker. Clearing all the mess that the stupid bimbo girls did. What is it you ask? Well the normal bully thing. They post some notes on my locker. Things like, 'Die, you emo bitch' , 'Eat shit' .
I grab my books and close the damn locker hard.
"Well someone's in a mood." A flat hair barbie doll says.
"Watch out! She might do some weird goth things to you," Another flat hair barbie doll speaks.
"Help me, i'm scared" reply the first one.
And then they giggle.
"Urghh. Fucking bimbos" i smirk and toss the notes at them. That shoud teach them to shut up.
When i pass the teacher's lounge, that's when i first saw him. He walks out of the lounge with Mr. Smith.
A boy about my age or older.
Dark blonde hair.
He wears a black tight jeans and a grey shirt.
I must've been staring at him for a while because then i noticed him noticed me staring at him. Okay, that is embarrassing. I must go now before anybody else notice me.
"Ah, Mirajane!"
Opps, too late.
Sighing, i turn around and walk towards them.
"Yes?" I try to make a boring face as best as i can.
"Could you take Mr. Quinn here to chemistry lab? I know that you're on your way.
"Whatever"
"Thank you Mirajane Drewson"
Did he just use my full name? Eww. Akward.
Mr. Smith smiles cheerfully and walk away before i could say anything.
"You coming?" I ask the new kid.
"Yeah. Thanks by the way. I'm new here. My family decided to move here at the last minute. So you are officially my first new friend." He grinned.
Wow. I am so not in the mood for a friendly conversation right now. So i just shrugged and mumbled whatever. I don't even look at him.
After about 2 minute of silence, he spoke,
"Soooo, i'm Vicky Quinn. You can call me Vic though,"
Silence.
"Urmm, so what's your's?"
Urghhh, can he please stop talking!
"I heard that Mr. Smith called you Mirajane. Nice to know you Mirajane"
Is he really sticking out his hand to shake mine? What the fuck? Is he serious? Urghhh someone please help me from this cute annoying boy.
"Excuse me? 'Nice to know me?' Do you know a damn thing about me? Urhh. Yeah i'm Mirajane. Just call me Mira. Nice to MEET you, Vic." I ignore his hand.
He chuckled and says,
"So you CAN speak. Nice to meet you too Mirajane. I think i'll call you Mirajane. It's a wonderful name. Too bad the pretty owner of the name is kinda baddas"
Pretty? This bastard is making me blush! Thank god we arrived at the lab.
"We're here. Okay bye. You're on your own Vicky." I slipped into the lab before he speaks.
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Don't Go
Teen Fiction"If i let you in, you just want out, If i tell you the truth, you'll vie for a lie."
