Preps, Skaters, Emos - Oh My! (A Fake Middle School Story, Based on A True Life)Chapter 1.12 Peice Of Paper

~*~RECAP~*~
I slowly turned around and saw everyone staring behind me. Yep, the n00b. I looked up into a face that would grow to haunt me for all the wrong reasons.
Shaggy black hair.
Pale skin.
Guy liner.
Thick-rimmed glasses.
And eyes so blue you thought you were standing in an ice storm.
Its my nature to make things loud, so I said the first thing that came to mind.
"Konnichiwa."
LIGHTS
CAMERA
ACTION!!!!
A slight raise of an eyebrow was all I got in return. For what seemed like 20 minutes, it was alot less becuase the bell STILL HADNT RUNG, we just stared at each other. Finnally he spoke. His voice did something to me that messed me up worse than i could have ever thought. With four words he changed my life. They werent even good words, like "I totally lovvle you" or "go die in a hole"(that is four words, ones a letter.) It was;
"Move. Thats my seat."
His voice sent shivers up my spine and tingles to my finger tips. His voice was deep but not creepy deep. It was ...
~TIMEOUT~
I need to tell you something about me. I have what i call "love indifference". Basically, I've never fallen in love. Now that may sound wierd, but its sadly true. I've had little third grade crushes and a "boyfriend" in sixth grade who was COMPLETELY obcessed with me to the point where i wasnt sure if I was his girlfriend becuase of pity of him or becuase i actually liked him(the way it ended, im leaning toward pity). Morale of the story, I was really confused when I saw him. I had decided I was either feeling strong hate towards him after saying one word to him, or I was having a heart attack. To this day, I still think it was the heart attack.
~UN-PAUSE~
His voice was ... stirring.
Whats he stirring?*me: my eternal SOUL! jk*
Stirring? U need a better vocab!*me: and you need... A NON FAT LLAMA!*
"Nice to meet you." I said, holding out my knuckles for him to pound while trying to conceal the obvious heart attacking going on under my tank top.
"... You're still not moving." He said with an obvious sigh at the end. The sigh I could tell was meant to make me realize how much I annoyed him, but it just made me stay glued. I kept my hand out. He looked down.
"If you were trying to punch me, I'm sorry to say you feel short." The class snickered at this.
"Its called 'pound it'. Its the 21st century way to shake hands. You know, greet people."
"I dont 'greet' stupid people."
"I'm not stupid." I said, my cordial(aka happy) voice slipping away. This happens when I meet certain people. They strip away my happy side.
"You look like it... Move."
Silence.
"OMG! Move! Hes Hott!" I was pushed straight off my chair by the biggest bitch at out school.
Emily.
"I deeply appologize for that 'miss punk princess', emo whore!"
"If shes a whore you're a protazoa." James muttered under his breath, grabbing my stuff from the n00bs desk and putting it on mine, next to his.
"And thats why you dont have a girl friend, lozer." Emily spat over her shoulder to James. "Now." She said turning to me. "Apologize to this complete hott-y," Her eyelashes started to try to fly, "Or I will ruin my new mani-pedi and scratch out your eyes."
"O.k, queen whore. Attack me." I said standing up and facing her.
"Urg!" She said before she leaped at me, perfectly manicured claws pointed at my throat. She was stopped mid air.
"Go back to your hole, prep. This is none of business. Its something you'll never understand." The n00b said holding onto the back of Emilys shirt.
DING
Emily slinked back to her desk, feeling the sting of rejection, as I hopped over the n00bs desk and landed in the desk next to James, mine.
The teacher walked into the classroom at the same time I heard books land on the desk behind me.
This chapters BORING!!(me: Then leave! I DONT NEED YOU!)
Uh...(me: Llama shapped cookie?)
This class was study hall.
I was halfway through one of my math problems(its basically variables+fractions+division=URG. When simplified equals Shea+math=someones gonna die!), when something fell in the hood of the sweatshirt, I was wearing over my tank top. I was about to reach for it when the bell rang. The n00b behind me got up immediatly and was out the door before anyone else. I put my math notebook in my binder and reached into my hood.
On a piece of paper, that was lightly colored blue was a note written in black jell ink.
Pete.
My name is Pete.
Meet me in the atrium after school, miss punk princess.
Everybodys_A_Fool: LOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!
Ghosts_Love_Me: OMFG!!!!! SO WHAT DID YOU DO, MISS PUNK PRINCESS?!?!
aniMErocker109: I went to the atrium, DUH!
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