Ahh, Trinity Fields. The undisputed green-eyed angel of the school. Everyone knows it, but since she herself doesn’t know, so no one is willing enough to give it to someone who is oblivious to her own charm. Any guy cannot deny that she is beautiful, though they mind their tongues whenever the reigning feline beauties of the school are around. They can’t deny that her long chocolate coloured hair is like silk as it trails along the wet grass as she sits. That it is impossible to tear your eyes away when you lock into contact with the deep forest of her own. And even though she’s not looking at anyone in particular, she can still entrance. She’s so darn attractive.
And poor Charlie Vexer is not. At least not what he hears from the unknown social-society that he unwillingly belongs to. His intimidating and discomforting mismatched yellow and red eyes seem to give the message that he doesn’t want anyone within a ten metre radius. His freckles are not cute, as much as his grandmother insists; they are a splotch of darkened skin spreading unevenly across his long pointed face. The fangs that drop down passed his chin are thin and sharp, and when they drip venom like they occasionally do when he’s hungry, he can clear out a room in twenty seconds tops. He so desperately wishes he didn’t have them. He suffers from disgusting and disgruntling features, whereas everywhere that Trinity goes, beautiful people follow.
Like the cat and dog that follow her around like lost puppies. Alex Collins and Drex Dezmond. In spite of himself, Charlie cannot help but hate his love interest’s guards. But as much as he despises them, he cannot deny that he wishes he is as much like them as can be. Drex’s bodily features hollered girls around like the herd they are, and Alex’s mysterious demeanour intrigued everyone. Personally, Charlie believes Trinity deserves way better, but how can he hardly say that when he’s no better company? Everyone wants to cuddle up with a purring cat on their lap. No one wants a snake in their business. That’s where his unfortunate and insignificant others come to play.
Charlie has been forced into a group that he would willingly displace, but hang on to for personal sanity, for without them; he is pretty much stranded, since his first days at Coalesce High. They are commonly classified as nerds and geeks but all they are is just unattractive dimwits, just like Charlie, minus the dim part. Because Coalesce High is mostly consisted of good-looking Ferans, they only consist of four members. The closest to Charlie is Vargo, a big headed shark Feran. He likes him because he’s the most normal of all, and normal for him is quiet, shy and neither attractive nor ugly. Vargo is in this ill-fated collection of weridos for the same reasons as Charlie. His large array of jagged teeth forces his jaw to widen in a horrible way that no dental practise can detain. The other two are complete idiots. The praying-mantis one thinks he is hilarious, and the other, a fat pig, parading around the school in Alex’s signature rectangular-glasses that he doesn’t even need. Every time Charlie looks at the lot of them, he thinks, why am I here? Surely I’m not that horrible, but then he is reminded of the harsh and unforgiving eyes that surround him.
Across the basketball courts and passed all the rushing bodies moving in all directions, Trinity sat in her usual spot, where the grassy oval meets the pavement, while Charlie sits along Building D with his unwanted three. He observes her, taking note of every graceful movement she makes. A brisk hand tossing a loose hair strand behind her ears. A twitch of her nose when she caught the scent of something foreign. And, unconsciously, noticing how she talks to the two guys. The whole of Coalesce High is convinced that either she is secretly in love with one of them, or the two boys are fighting for her hand. Charlie thinks it is total bullshit. He has this uncanny quirk where he can read people’s body language – his father always said with pride that it was his reptilian gene that was passed on father to son. He could tell that Trinity felt nothing for the other two. He didn’t have enough solid proof or any regardful observation, but he understood.
