Criaan P.O.V
Imagine you lost your Bestfriend. You would grieve and or mourn for a Long period of time, right? Now imagine if you lost someone you loved. You know the feeling and I sure as hell do too. The feeling of Sadness and slowly you could feel yourself giving in to the darkness of your heart...but Im Getting ahead of myself. Let me get you caught up.
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"Criaan?"
As i heard my name, i slowly turned away from my locker to where i thought i had heard a voice. The girl who hated everyone was trying to talk to me and at that moment I realized Iwas panicking. What did i do to piss her off? I had heard stuff about her and it wasn't pretty. Apparently she was super tough and didn't have a heart. This is the first time i had actually spoken to her but I took a minute to study her face. Her long Brown hair fit her face shape like a model's and her eyes were unnatural. They were such a light brown , it almost looked like a piece of carmel got bleached.
But something about her facial expression had caught me off guard.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
I watched as her eyes searched my face. She then narrowed her eyes and frowned. She puffed up her cheeks with air then let it all out with a long exhale. I looked at her confused , we had been standing in front of my locker awkwardly and people were starting to stare.
"This is my locker.. Am i not supposed to be here?"
She looked at me with a disgusted look on her face like i had insulted her. She gave me a dirty look and stormed off. I watched her stomp her Black combat boots down the long hallway as if she were a child throwing a tantrum. My eyes were at awe , looking at her up and down. From her boots up , she was wearing see-threw tights under her high waisted shorts. She had major curves. You know, she really wasn't that scary...Shes actually kinda cute. The way she dressed was a bit weird but hey, who's complaining.
"What was that about?"
I turned to my left and my friend Ryan was scratching his head. Ryan was pretty popular for doing absolutely nothing. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes. I laughed. "I wish i knew."
He replied, "That Kimmy girl is a freak. I heard she gets into a lot of trouble around campus. Like smoking pot in the bathrooms and setting the guys locker room trashcan on fire last week." I could imagine her doing that.
Ryan continued to talk but i had spaced out. I kept thinking about her, it troubled me that everyone thought she was scary. No one looked at her like I just had, gave her that second chance. Its Crazy, she had only said about 10 words to me and I'm totally sprung.
"Criaan. Hello??? Are you even listening to me?" Ryan snapped his fingers in front of my face. I felt my cheeks get hot and I replied, "Sorry Bud. Spaced out," He chuckled. He shook his head and opened his mouth to talk but the bell interrupted us. "Fourth Period here we come." I grabbed my Science book and slammed my locker shut.
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Lunch came around and all i wanted to was find her. I had asked around and I found out her full name is Kimberly Miranda Rupert. Shes 17 years and her birthday is January 9th. Surprisingly, she hung out in the music room by herself during lunch. Like i said , no one gave her that second chance , but honestly I don't think she really cared weither she was alone or not. She was that kind of person were she just didn't care.
I had a hard time escaping my group of friends at lunch, we always hung out at the same table everyday and usually our girlfriends (if we had any) would sit with us. But eventually, i slipped away when they where all talking about the sexual episodes of a cheerleader named Brandy. When i got away, I went to the music room but she wasn't in there. I sighed, i was really looking forward to seeing her and this school is Huge ! Its gonna be hell trying to find---
"Looking for someone?"
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RomanceWith a Reputation of being the school Badass, no one gives Kimmy Rupert a second look. I mean why would you? If she caught you, she'd poke your eyeballs out with a fork!