Bloody kisses

Chapter 1: midnight melody

Ashley sat patiently in her small plastic midnight-blue KI chair, an onyx music stand with a Hot Topic folder on it stood in front of her. Her shiny silver flute rested across her lap. Ashley’s purple plaid Tripp mini-skirt showed off most of her firm, pale thighs. To complete her outfit, she wore a black GIR tee-shirt, black and purple striped knee highs, and SO cherry pie shoes. Her newly dyed black and pink hair was a little longer than shoulder length. People usually described her as a very pale, social, “emo girl”, but she referred to herself as unique.

Tony, her bffl, was beside her singing the Emo Kid song. He did a great impression, it sounded exactly like him. His clarinet was tangled in the chains of his black and green Tripps. Tony wore his black and red “Sarcasm is the Body’s Natural defense against stupid” tee-shirt; and of course, who could forget his famous black and green converses? He finally got his dark-chocolate hair to do that flippy thing. Yes life was good.

Tony had finished singing and started back up again, “Dear Dairy, mood: Apathetic…”

Ashley wasn’t listening; she was staring at the door, waiting. In walked in a boy with a round smooth face, and bright blue eyes. Ashley saw his shaggy, mud-colored hair blowing behind him. Usually he wore a red and black sweatshirt but today he wore a lime green Element tee-shirt. His blue jeans were loose in the legs, but tight in the butt. He plopped down next to Ashley; she looked deep into his eyes, she could have sworn he was staring into her hazel eyes.

It took Mr. Dover, the freshman band director, walking into bring Ashley back to reality.

“Okay class, you know the drill!” For a man with a harsh deep voice, and grumpy attitude, he seemed unusually chipper today. His usually tidy copper hair was messed up, his shirt was untucked, and his tie was undone; it was almost as if he got dressed in a hurry. Even though it was fourth period.

“Pull out Midnight Melody.” Mr. Dover ordered the class.

Tony leaned closer to Ashley and whispered, “You and Corey gonna get kinky to this song?”
Ashley laughed back, “All night long!”

Midnight Melody was Ashley’s favorite band song; maybe for the simple fact that it was Corey’s too, or she just had a soft delicate side to her.

Tony whispered, “So is it because Corey likes this song, or is there a delicate side to you Ashley?” Tony couldn’t stop laughing, “What soft delicate Ashley?”
Ashley just smacked him in the head with her flute.

“Ow! Bitch!”

The band had reached the climax of the song, where it went from sweet and innocent, to depressing. A tall, so-thin-she-could-be-anorexic woman walked out of Mr. D’s office. Mr. Dover acknowledged her presence.

“Miss Nback.”

The African woman winked and left to teach her choir class. Tony almost choked on the reed of his clarinet at this gesture. Not only was Mr. Dover 20 years older, but he was also short and fat. Ashley and Corey gagged in unison.

“Rude much?” Mr. Dover had stopped the whole band because of their reaction. Usually they would have gotten detention, but he was in too good of a mood to care. Score for the two “misfits” and the secret obsession of Ashley. Well, it 3was a secret to Corey, everyone else knew, but he’s either oblivious or just plain stupid.

The bell went off signaling the end of forth hour, Ashley and Tony were talking about the previous hours’ interruption.

Corey joined in on the conversation, “I think they were doing the two backed beast.”

Ashley began to laugh, but Toney had that blank stare.

“You know Tony, the vertical hello, the nasty?” Ashley told him. The three began laughing.

Their laughter continued to fifth hour language arts. Ashley was in a hormone sandwich. To her left was Corey, to her right was Tony. Ashley and Tony were somewhere between best friends and friends with benefits, but they weren’t going to date anytime soon. Directly behind her sat AJ, a tall, skinny, athletic blonde boy with blue-gray eyes. In front of her was Seth. He looked like a mix between Corey and AJ, but his wavy red hair was longer. Of course Mrs. McCarthy, a middle aged woman who usually wore sweaters and long skirts, had to make her already hormonally challenged life more challenging.

“Leigh, I think we should be more careful with our relationship.” Ben Dover told Miss Nback, “Some of my students are catching on.”

Leigh shook her head, “Maybe you should take more time getting ready, you dirty, dirty man.” Her African accent sent chills down his spine, the good kind. Ben got down on one knee and pulled out a small blue box from his pants.