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The sun shined in through my window in the morning, all too early. It felt like I had only slept for an hour instead of almost eight.

I got up from my bed reluctantly and walked towards my closet to see what I was to wear. There wasn’t much since my mom hadn’t done the laundry yet.

I ended up choosing my black spandex mini skirt paired with my studded belt and with that all that was missing was a shirt. I wasn’t sure what I wanted; half of my shirts didn’t really look that comfortable and I wasn’t in the mood to be bothered by a tag in the back of a shirt or by how itchy the fabric was. I finally chose my black and white striped spaghetti strapped top lined with lace and I layered an old The Horrors shirt on top. I had recently fixed it up by slicing it in half so that it barely reached my naval and by shredding the collar and sleeves so it showed my shoulders; It complimented my large chest, so, in other words: It made my boobs look smaller, which I appreciated.

Five minutes later I came back from the bathroom after my shower to get dressed and found a note on my dresser. It was from my mom; I read the letter as I got dressed, put my makeup on and fixed my hair.

Sapphire,

Sorry I didn’t wake you this morning, I got a slow start, too.

Feed the cat and give the dog some water; there’s breakfast in the microwave.

Allen is already at school. Have a nice day.

Love you, Mom

I went into the kitchen, opened the microwave and saw that my dad had made breakfast. On the plate there were scrabbled eggs and a couple slices of bacon. It looked really good; I felt bad for having to leave the breakfast in the refrigerator, but the bus came in ten minutes.

I managed to eat a banana and drink a glass of milk while I fed my cat, Marzipan and gave Grizzly, my dog, water. By seven-twenty three I was in my room grabbing my book bag from the corner and rushing out the front door. I ran all the way to the bus stop and I was completely out of breath when I got there. I put my hands on my knees and stared down at my loosely tied combat boots.

Next time you plan on running to the bus stop, Sapphire, put a pair of sneakers on... I almost thought that my feet were on fire, but that didn’t matter, the bus hadn’t come yet. I’d made it.

The bus came, the doors opened, I boarded the bus and saw that my best friend, Jessa, had saved me a seat.

“Hey, you look totally flushed.” She said as I sat down.

“I know, I ran down here,” I was still out of breath. “We have our drivers’ licenses; remind me again why we ride the bus?”

“Because we don’t have cars, remember?”

Jessa had short wavy blond hair and dark brown eyes. We had been my friends since the beginning of high school, and we’d grown pretty close. She was extremely mature and the question of why she chose to hang out with me still lingered in my mind, but I didn’t ever bring it up. I was lucky to have her as a friend; she was always there for me and she had had input on things I could have never handled without her.

“Oh, yeah, you’re smart,” I began to take out my MP3 player.

The bus ride to school usually took about fifteen minutes. The only other person on bus that I knew was Jessa, so, naturally, we always sat together on the long ride to school. I guess you could say that I was the pale girl on the bus with weird colors painted on her nails, large amounts of black makeup on her eyes, sporting striped, or lace stockings with headphones glued to her ears. Yes, that pretty much summed it all up.

We got to school and our only other friend, Cleo, was waiting for us by flag pole. Cleo had flaming red hair in a bob cut and almost kiwi green eyes. Jessa had that ‘dark edge’ to her wardrobe like me but by a glance you could tell I was a bit more hardcore looking than her. Cleo was more laid back, with the ‘I just got out of bed, don’t mess with me’ look.

In complete truth Jessa and Cleo looked like my polar opposites. I had long black hair that I styled with a side bang and loaded up with Morbid Mary’s hair wax and the infamous hair spray. I had brown eyes and I was taller than both of them, I mean I was 5’9, so I was taller than most girls.

Cleo and I were the talkative ones, the ones who always got all three of us in trouble during Biology for talking during a very educational movie or lecture. She could talk to anyone at anytime, no matter what. Though the only thing that Cleo and I really had in common, other than the fact that we were both two teenage girls that talked way too much, and that were very hyper at times, was that if we had a problem with someone or something we made it known. Jessa was shyer and kept to herself, except, of course, with us, but all in all we were three highly disturbed teens.

“Your guises bus was late again,” Cleo said with a smile. “The bus driver doing her makeup in the side view mirror like last time?”

“No,” I answered dully. “There were moving vans in the street unloading stuff into the old Blair house.”

“I wonder who moved in…” she thought out loud, she did that a lot.

“I don’t know, but what I do know, is that if we don’t go to our lockers, like now, we’re going to be late for 1st period.” Jessa told us before we could get deeper into the conversation.

They day wore on slowly. Very, very, slowly in my opinion. But when I heard the lunch bell ring, I felt a stab of relief go through my body. If the whole day would revolve around lunch, then so be it.

I walked to the cafeteria with hopes of having a good lunch period. Since I had barely eaten that morning I was starved by the time at sat at the table where Jessa had successfully saved two other seats beside hers.

“Hey!” She said.

“Hi.”

“Why the doom and gloom?”

“Nothing, it’s just that the days been a bust. All the stuff we’re learning in class is review and it just makes me want to go to bed even more.”

“Well, hears something that will cheer you up,” I heard Cleo say from behind me.

I turned to look at her. “There’s a really, but I mean really, gorgeous new guy sitting all by his lonesome over there.”

I rolled my eyes, “Since when do you know me to be the type of person to be intrigued by a ‘gorgeous’ guy?” I wasn’t looking away from her face.

“Well, I don’t know you to be that type of person. But this guy, I don’t know. I just have a strange feeling you could be.”

“You had the same strange feeling about all the other ‘gorgeous’ guys you’ve set me up with. And look none of them stuck. I don’t even think any of them thought twice about me or stopped looking at my legs.”

“Well, honey, I hate to break it to you but you have great legs.”

“No, I do not have great legs.” I corrected her disgusted.

“Doesn’t she have great legs?”

“Great legs and really awesome boobs,” Jessa stated.

I looked at Jessa amazed at her response. “It’s true.” She mumbled.

I looked back at Cleo. “See, I don’t know why you don’t like your legs, or your boobs for that matter.”

“Oh my Gosh, can we please stop talking about my body.”

“Okay, fine, but the point is that, yes, I’ve set you up with a lot of dead weight guys, but this one, definitely not dead weight.”

“You say this now,” I stated.

“Would you at least look at him?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Come on, how much would it hurt?”

“Fine…” I took a deep breath.

“Cool, he’s right over there.” Cleo pointed to my right once more.

“Where?” I asked looking over, but she didn’t need to point him out.

When I first looked over to my right I was completely mesmerized. My mouth opened slightly as I saw him and I knew I was staring.

He had shorter than shoulder length, ruffled, black hair; his eyes were as blue as my name and were partly shaded by some of his hair that was in his face. He had a beautifully chiseled chin and he was wearing a pair of ripped skinny jeans, an old The Cure T-shirt with a black leather jacket.

After what seemed like forever he moved. He stood up, picked up the tray of food he had been eyeing and picking at the whole time and turned around to walk towards the trash cans. As he moved away I noticed that he was really tall, he had to be at least 6’4. He was really skinny, like the Ville Valo type. But what I saw astonished me, he walked so gracefully. Like a ballerina making her way across a stage, but this, this Dark God, was definitely not a ballerina.

He reached the trash cans and threw his lunch away and started back to his seat. While sitting down he looked up from the table and stared strait at me, as I was doing to him for the last, what was it? Twenty minutes or, so, well, probably not twenty minutes, but it sure felt like it.

All of a sudden there was a hand in front of my face moving up and down breaking our gaze. “Earth to Sapphire,” I heard Cleo say from behind me.

I grabbed her hand and turned around to meet her eyes which were filled of humor. “What?” I cleared my throat.

“You’ve been staring at that guy forever? What’s up? He’s good looking isn’t he?”

“Nothing…and yes…he is…” I looked down.

“Okay,” Jessa spoke slowly. “What’s wrong Sapphire? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost, not a guy.”

They both looked at me with bemused eyes.

“No, nothings wrong.”

Yes, everything was perfectly fine. I’d only just seen the most ravishing creature and it was wearing a Cure T-shirt.

All throughout the day I could not get that guy out of my head. During biology we were studying the body’s muscles and I began imagining what the guy would look like without that band shirt and leather jacket, but I stopped myself before I started drooling at the thought.

No matter how much I tried to avoid my thoughts it just got worse. I’d walk the halls and have Cleo talking next to me about something important and I’d start relating every word she said with him. At one point I was so deep in a day dream about meeting him that I ran strait into a pole.

“Sapphire, what’s wrong? You’ve been totally distracted all day since lunch.” Jessa asked me.

It was the end of the day and Cleo and Jessa were waking me to my locker.

“I think I know why.” Cleo answered instantly. “And he’s walking strait towards the locker next to yours, what a coincidence.”

“What are you talking about?” I was confused, but then they all pointed to the locker next to mine that had always been empty, until now.

I stared at him, “You know, I don’t really have to go to my locker. I think we should just, you know, go strait to the buses.”

I turned around and two pairs of hands grabbed my shirt, pulled me back and turned me around to face them. I looked down at their eyes reluctantly.

“You’ve been day dreaming about this guy all day and now you have a chance to meet him and you try to walk away? Come on! You have to go, even if you don’t have anything to get from your locker.” Cleo said sternly.

“Well, I do have to study for government ...” I looked back over at my locker.

“My point exactly, now you have another reason to go. Trust me, it will be terrific.”

“I’m not sure…” I was nervous. “I don’t think-”

“Exactly, don’t think, just do.”

The next thing I new they were both pushing me forward toward my locker. All their force against me made me stumble, and bump into him. Wait for it, wait for it, okay, yeah, now: I bounced back (does that even sound possible?) and I just had to slam my head against my locker.

Okay, now cue the applause.

Before I blinked twice I was on the floor. I could hear my friends laughing hysterically from a distance.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” I heard a masculine voice say; was there an accent? I couldn’t be sure.

“Oww…” My amazing vocabulary strikes again; I rubbed my head where I hit it on the locker; a major head ache was in store for me...

“I guess not. You hit your head really hard.” He had been crouching down next to me the whole time.

“Here, let me help you up.” He grabbed both my hands and pulled me up with him.

“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to- oww…” I stuttered as I lightly touched my head and adjusting my clothes.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he reassured. “Are you okay? I could take you to the nurse or get you something.”

“No, no, I’m fine. I’m just going to have the biggest head ache later though. I’m really sorry. I’m kind of a klutz.”

His head tilted to the left slightly, “I’m Avery.”

Avery… could his name be more perfect?

“I’m Sapphire.”

He held out his hand and I instantly took it. It felt brilliant; I had this mystical feeling pass through me, the only words I could think of to describe that moment are sparkling, and glitter…and neither made any amount of sense.

There was an awkward silence as we kind of just stood there shaking hands just thinking about each other. I let one thought pass through me that was, at that moment, completely unwanted, but necessary.

The bus, I'm going to be late!

“Crap,” I looked up apologetically. “I have to go, I’m gonna miss my bus.”

“Yeah, I should go too." He closed his locker. “I’ve got to be somewhere in, like,’” he looked at the clock up on the wall. “Well, now actually. So, I’ll see you around I guess.”

I opened my locker and grabbed my school book. “Okay, yeah, I’ll see you around.” I nodded.

“Bye.” He smiled and waved halfheartedly.

After Avery left I stood there by my locker, moronically, imagining him getting in his car and driving away. I wondered were it was he needed to be…

Was he taken? Someone like Avery or that looked like Avery, would definitely have a girlfriend.

She was probably the blond, supermodel type; really tall, leggy and of course, gorgeous. I was tall and, if my friends weren’t lying to me, then I could be considered leggy. I internally slapped my self; why should I compare myself to this imaginary supermodel girlfriend. I didn’t even know the guy. How on earth could I know for a fact that he was so great, plus looks could be deceiving, right?

I looked down at my wrist watch, the buses left in two minutes. I hurried away from the lockers as fast as I could. I reached the bus exactly as the driver was closing the doors and starting up the engine. I climbed the stairs, and found Jessa and sat down next to her.

“Okay, tell me everything, everything!” She said with surprising enthusiasm. Where was the calm, mature, and soft spoken Jessa today?

“It went fine.” I replied trying to suppress my excitement, so that I wouldn’t get her hopes up and more importantly mine.

I still had the thought of him with another girl in my head; him kissing her, hugging her, and holding her hand. Even the thought of him talking to her, whoever she was, made me want to gag and rip her to shreds.

I didn’t know why I felt so strongly about him, I didn’t even know him in the first place. I didn’t like this feeling, not at all, presumably because if he was with a girl, he didn’t feel the same way.

The sound of Jessa’s voice brought me back from my miserable thoughts.

“Hello,” She whispered. “Sapphire, are you okay? Your face looks paler than usual and sad.”

“What? Yeah, I’m fine, just great.” I answered.

“Okay, well…How did it go? What did he say?”

“He asked if I was alright and that was pretty much it.”

“What did you say?”

“That I was fine…” I answered awkwardly; what else would I say?

She was looking at me unusually; she knew my mind was somewhere else. She always knew when something was wrong. Reading my mind wasn’t far from the skill she had to read my facial expressions.

She kept the conversation light though. “What was his name?”

“Avery.” I replied savoring every letter in his name as I said it, remembering the sound of his voice as he spoke it.

“Avery…huh...” She hesitated. “I saw him bend down and touch your face before we left. How did it feel when he touched you?” Her voice was filled with enthusiasm again.

“It felt fine,” I looked down and began to pull out my MP3 player. I gave her an earphone and pressed play on the first song I saw on the screen. It happened to be ‘Passions killing floor’ by H.I.M.

I said that Avery’s touch had felt fine, but my heart couldn’t have been more contradicting.

Walking around school this morning I began to notice that I was a minority. No one dressed like me; no one even relatively looked different from one another. They all severely looked the same with their orange tanning lotion skin, blond hair, polo shirts, and khaki pants. I didn’t think my eyes could handle so many pastels in one day.

I was at lunch when I first saw her walk in suited in a tight black mini skirt and a cut up The Horrors shirt, her boots making squeaky noises on the floor.

I didn’t want to call too much attention to myself just staring at her so I went up in line and got lunch. I think it was supposed to be a hamburger, but I couldn’t be too sure since the meat looked something in between turkey and chicken and it tasted even more questionable.

My hair in my face, I conspicuously gazed up at her and noticed she was looking in my direction. She looked a bit like she was day dreaming, but I couldn’t be sure. I quickly looked back at my lunch.

Why was she looking at me? Was she looking at me or just in my general direction?

I began to pick at my meal once more but I couldn’t take it anymore when the sight of it began to make me want to barf. I decided that the one place this lunch belonged was in the trash and not my stomach. I stood up and went to go throw it away.

After I came back to my table I casually looked up and saw that she was still looking this way. Now I was sure it was me she was staring at and I couldn’t turn my head this time. She was striking; I’d never seen anyone quite as inimitable as her.

Later during the day, when she bumped into me, I thought it had been an accident until I saw her friends staggering away, laughing.

While helping her up and introducing myself I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She looked so sweet recuperating from her fall. She was embarrassed; her cheeks reddening. She kept apologizing like it was her fault, it only made me more fascinated by her.

Her name was Sapphire; how unique. It fit her to the letter; all I needed to do was look around at the other students making their way out of the school to establish that.