Chapter 1

For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic

-Just talk yourself up and tear yourself down. You've hit your one wall, now find a way around. Well, what's the problem? You've got a lot of nerve. (Paramore)

"So tell me how exactly did you get mixed up with Mr.-Don't-Look-Me-In-The-Eye-Snake-Bite-Delinquent again?" Michelle asked.

I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled deeply.

Great.It's only nine o'clock, and I'm already stressed out.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and looked at my friend. "Well…" I started as I drifted into my memories.

My heart pounded inside my chest and my adrenaline pumped through my veins. I was supposed to show a new student around the school for the entire day. I didn't know if it was a guy or girl, but I secretly hoped it was a girl; it would just be a bit awkward if it was a guy. I was never quite too good with guys.

I breathed through my mouth, trying to slow my heart rate and passively put my math book in my locker and pulled out my journal. I had thirty minutes until the five minute bell rang. Just enough time to probably write down a good chorus or bridge. I grabbed a mechanical pencil and walked over to the bench in the middle of the hallway. I sat down with a huff and opened my journal up.

Words from past writings leaped off the page and quietly sang the melody to their song. My eyes scanned over the pages, searching for my newest creation. "Midnight; still haven't gotten a text from you since last Wednesday. You seemed to shine so bright, giving me compliments, but always making me cry somehow. And everything was going alright. I was getting along just fine, and then you happened."

It was a good start, but I couldn't get far enough to get a substantial chorus going on. I began to jot down some ideas that popped into my head. I moved my head up and down to the beat I was going for and quietly sang out loud.

"Focused much?" I heard someone ask. I looked up and saw Alyssa, my best friend. She was dressed in her usual black/emo clothing and her hair was strangely out of her face.

I gave her a look and asked, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," she elusively answered as she plopped down beside me.

"Creeper," I jokingly said to her; she promptly punched me in the shoulder. "Ow!" I rubbed my shoulder. "Jerk."

Alyssa began to ramble on about her boyfriend and what she did that weekend as I continued on with my writing. It wasn't that I wasn't listening, I just wasn't listening intently. I nodded my head at the right moments and said the right things when needed. That's usually how all of our conversations happened.

"Don't you have to show some kid around today?" she asked.

"Yup."

"Laaaaammmme!" Alyssa stated.

I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "It won't be that bad. Besides," I paused, giving her a smirk, "it may be a cute guy."

She leaped at the chance. "Can I come?"

"No."

"I don't get it," she announced, and I turned my gaze to her. "Why is he coming today?"

I lifted an eyebrow to show my confusion.

"I mean," she elaborated, "it's like October already. Why is he just now getting around to coming to school?"

I shrugged. How was I supposed to know? I mean, when Principal Hendrick had first asked me if I wanted to show a new kid around, I hadn't asked questions. I actually had leaped at the chance.

"I don't know," I answered.

The five minute bell finally rang. Alyssa sighed and said bye and walked off to her class. I did my infamous two-finger salute and walked to the office to take on the challenge that lay ahead of me.

I walked into the office and the first thing I saw was a boy that looked as if he belonged in a mosh pit sitting in the chairs against the wall with Principal Hendrick standing in front of him. My eyes widened in fear that he was the student I was going to have to show around. I hesitantly closed the door.

The boy looked at me, and I nearly leaped into the air. He had red eyes. Red eyes! Who had red eyes?

Great. The first new guy we get in like a year is demon possessed. Perfect.

I looked him up and down, taking him in. He had jet black hair that hung down into his eyes. He had snake bites and I could see past his hair that he had a bar pierced through his cartilage. He wore a Black Veiled Brides shirt and trip pants with chains hanging around his knees so baggy I could hardly see his black Converse shoes.

I blinked mindlessly and gaped at his apparel. I felt a bit subconscious compared to him; I was dressed in skinny jeans tucked into my high top converseand a blue v- neck t- shirt. I looked extremely preppy compared to him. I shifted uncomfortably, messing with my friendship bracelet.

"Sarah," Principal Hendrick said, "this is Theodore Meddly."

Theodore seemed to cringe at his name.

I smirked a little.

"I want you to show him around for the day; make sure he's settled in and knows his way around," he commanded.

I nodded my understanding. "Alright." I flashed him a smile. "Consider it done."

"Good." He smiled back. "Now get to class." He turned around and walked to his office.

I sighed, dreading the day already.Shoot me…

"Alright," I said, trying not to look into Theodore's eyes. "Ready to go?" I asked.

He just shrugged.

Ok…

I bit my lip and walked past him and through the door.

He quickly followed me out and caught up to me, walking directly to my left. He shoved his hands into his pockets. He stared forward and walked with me as if he had walked the halls for years on end.

"Ok. First I have Choir with Ms. Sherwood, but I need to stop by my locker and put this stuff up, alright?" I said, taking a chance, and looked at him. My heart leaped at his red eyes.

Theodore shrugged and continued to stare forward. "Don't worry; they're not real. Just color contacts."

I perked up at the sound of his velvet voice. "Ok, I'm not sure you're allowed to wear them, but I think you can. Oh, but you're not allowed to wear trip pants." I pointed to his pants.

He looked down at them and shrugged again.

"So, what color are your eyes?"

"You'll never know."

My face fell. I was taken aback by his answer. Ok… He's kind of… elusive? "A- alright..."

"You say "alright" a lot," he dually noted.

And just a bit mean. "Oh, well," I stumbled over my words a little. "I guess I'll just have to work on that. I guess."

"Yes, you will."

Jerk.

An eerie silence descended upon us. Theodore didn't seem to mind the silence, that or he didn't let it show.

"So, Theodore…" I asked nonchalantly, trying not to make the walk to choir as awkward as it was and hoping to get a nice, decent conversation going rather than the awkward silence.

"Theo," he corrected.

"Oh, Theo, what do you like to do?"

"Can't say." He shrugged. He seemed to do that a lot.

Typical emo. Always shrugging.

"Well, why not?"

"You'll have to figure it out," he said elusively with a hint of coy coating his tone.

I nodded my understanding as I stared at his pants wearily. There was practically no one who dressed the way he did. We didn't even have any "emo" people or "goths" let alone "metal-heads." I guess Alyssa could be counted as a goth, but she wasn't all sad and didn't mope around. "Oh, I see; drugs."

"You'll have to figure it out," he said a little harsher than the first. "So you're the class president?"

I shook my head. "No, Zeke Yost is, and Reece Stutzman is the VP. I'm just the Secretary even though there's really no point in being the Secretary since I don't control the decisions that are made or anything like that. All I really get to do is write down information and stuff like that and make a few calls here and there." I shrugged, thinking on the bright side. "But I mean, I'm on Stucco and I have the option of trying to improve the school, so it's actually not all that bad."

"Don't look much like a secretary to me." He shrugged.

I halted to a stop and my face immediately fell. Jerk. I imagined if this were an anime, I'd have one of those giant tear drops on my face. I stopped at my locker and gave him a quizzical look. "Why do you say that?" I spun my lock and pulled the door open.

"Well aren't people on Stucco supposed to be, I don't know…" My English binder and writing notebook fell out, nearly missing our feet.

Theo looked at my fallen belongings scattered across the floor. He lifted his head, meeting my eyes with a smirk. "Clean."

It was going to be a long day; I just knew it.

I hurriedly picked up my stuff and tried not to look any more of an oaf than I already did. We walked some more down the hallways until we made it to the choir room. Even though I've never really liked choir music, I liked to sing. It was my second year in high school and I thought would be nice if I branched out and did something out of the ordinary, much to my friends' shock.

Theo and I ambled into the classroom. Instantly we were bombarded with girls squealing and squawking about my "new friend." Some of the more- ahem- "friendly" girls were already batting their eye lashes and rubbing their hands on his biceps like the bimbos they were. Theo simply stood and let the girls fondle over him as if he was completely oblivious to them.

Madison and Caroline sauntered over to me. "Who's your new friend?" Madison asked.

"He's not my friend," I grumbled.

"Boyfriend?" she giggled.

"Uh- uh," I shook my head, defiantly barricading that thought from my mind. "The day I let that jerk be my boyfriend is the day Paris Hilton decides to fix her crooked toes."

They both erupted with laughter. Madison put her hand on my shoulder and wiped her eye.

I shook my head, smiling a bit. I grabbed Theo's wrist, pulling him away from all the overly excited girls. I muttered, "Come on, lover boy." I pulled him over to the risers and sat down on the second row. Caroline followed me and sat on the row behind us.

"Must I sit by you?" Theo whined. Caroline chuckled behind me.

I glared at him. "Yes. You do. Sorry to burst your bubble, but since I'm forced to show you around the school for the entire day and actually acknowledge you for maybe who you are rather than how many muscles you have or however cute you may be, you can stand to sit by me for forty- five minutes! Now sit down!" I angrily said.

He reluctantly sat down with a huff and crossed his arms.

"Now was that so hard, Theodore?" I taunted, and Theo poisonously glared at me. True, I really didn't have to say that, but it felt, oh, so good to. In all honesty, I was half tempted to stick my tongue out at him, but it was too childish and practically everyone was looking at us already. If it wasn't bad enough, we had also attracted the attention of Ms. Sherwood.

She was a plump, short woman, but she was a good woman. And had an ear for excellent music that even I liked to sing. She could be mistaken as cold and cruel, but in all honesty, she simply just knew what she was doing and didn't usually let anyone get in her way of accomplishing what she set her mind to. As she had said time and time again, "If it weren't for law enforcements and physics, I would be unstoppable," and we all believe her.

Ms. Sherwood sighed, and heaved herself out of her chair. She walked to her podium shouting, "Alright, settle down! Settle down!"

Everyone filed to the risers and sat down and Ms. Sherwood began to instruct us on how to sing this certain French song that I couldn't remember the name of for the life of me.

The rest of the period went off without much of a hitch, that is Theo wasn'ttoo much of a disturbance. He refused to stand when we were told to, but after some persuasion, or well threats from yours truly, he decided it would be best to stand.

When the bell rang everyone promptly ran out of the room as fast as they all possible could. Including Theo.

I frantically scanned the room, looking for my delinquent "friend." It seemed that everyone except for Caroline and me had left. Even Madison had walked out of the classroom.

"Ready to go?" Caroline asked.

I nodded numbly. "Yeah, sure, Mippo."

She looked around the room hastily. Her auburn hair spun out with every turn her head made. "Where's Theodore?"

"I- He left already, I guess." I shrugged. The both of us left the room and found Theo leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his head hanging down as he stared at the ground. If I didn't know any better, I would have mistaken him for a druggie. Oh, wait, Ididn't know better.

"Let's go," I said as I brushed past the boy, barely looking his way. He quickly caught up to me and walked synchronously with Carie and me. Already aggravated, I looked up at him and divulged, "Ok, next is computers."

"Will she be there?" he asked, nodding his head toward Mippo. His question took me aback. Why was he wondering about her?

"Dosh doe?" I asked, not even realizing that I had used Japanese.

Theo gave me a weird look as his eye brow hiked up on his forehead and Carie snickered.

I gave him the same look, but then realized what I had said. "Oh, sorry. Sometimes I don't notice when I'm speaking Japanese." I rubbed the back of my head in a sort of comical kind of way. "I actually think in Japanese more than English at times," I laughed.

"Really?" Carie asked.

I turned to her. "Mhm."

She nodded her head, mumbling, "Cool."

Theo sighed and asked his question again.

My, he's certainly patient.

"Why?" I translated.

He shrugged.

"No, she's got…" I turned to Carie, not sure what she had next.

"Band!" she shouted with ecstasy, pumping her fist in the air. "Yah!"

I smiled at my friend. Though I didn't share her enthusiasm about band, her display of joy was quite uplifting. Theo, on the other hand, didn't think the same. Gee, I wonder why…

We parted ways and moved onto our own classes. I stalked down the hallway. I counted my footsteps, doing anything to keep my mind off Theo. I thought about the cute guys in computers, but, of course, there weren't any cute guys in computers.

Theo and I ambled into the computer room only to be yet again swarmed by a bunch of squealing girls that were either wearing hooker heels or low-cut shirts that were low enough to almost show the lacy tops of their Victoria Secret bras. I sighed and tried to duck away, pulling Theo behind me by his shirt or pants; I wasn't too sure. I saw Michelle sitting in the back row and she gave me a quizzical look as she took in my discomfort, but she remained in her seat. Typical.

I plopped down in my seat beside her.

Theo sat down in the seat in the aisle in front of us. Quicker than the tornado that destroyed Joplin in 2011, he was flocked by girls again like moths to a light on a summer night.

"Rough day already?" Michelle asked.

I numbly nodded.

"Why?"

"Him," I said with probably a little too much annoyance than needed. I pointed to the source of my problems for the day.

Michelle made a face that Carie and I were all too familiar with when she saw something she didn't like. It was actually quite a comical face and we had many stories including that particular face, but in this case it wasn't needed. It just added to my distress. Suddenly her eyes widened and she looked shocked. Shegazed down and mumbled, "I can tell why. There's something definitely wrong with him."

I glanced at him and quickly realized she had seen his eyes. "No, not his eyes.They're color contacts…Yeah, they freak me out; I'm still not used to them." I shuddered to add more effect.

Zeke, sitting in the row before us, turned around from his masterpiece on Paint. "Have a new boyfriend already, Sarah?" he teased.

I took a deep breath. "No, as a matter of fact, he is not my boyfriend. Nor will he ever be my boyfriend. He's not even my friend. I doubt he will ever be my friend either. I don't even think we have anything in common," I ranted all in one breath. I sort of had a knack for doing that. Look out, Guinness Book of World Records.

He looked a bit stunned for a moment before shaking out of my daily rant. He looked at Theo then at me and then at him again. "Well, he certainly dresses like you are on the inside."

Ouch.

"Zeke!" I shouted as that was all I could say. A smile crept onto my face and a small chuckle escaped from my lips.

Michelle snickered to my right and Zeke shrugged.

"Well, it's true. Remember how you scared everyone with your Bible binder back in 8th grade?" he asked.

I thought quickly, trying to retrace that memory. "Oh, yeah. My mom hated that picture as well!" I said, recalling the "horrendously" gothic picture I had on the back of my binder.

"Or when you did your Science PowerPoint on lithium? And on nightmares?" he pointed out.

"Oh, come on!" I said, getting a bit defensive. "My PowerPoint was on nightmares. What did everyone expect? Rainbows and puppy dogs?"

"Alright, alright. Fair enough. But still," he eased out a little, "you know you are that kind of person on the inside."

I looked at Theo, taking in his Converse and trip pants and bar through his cartilage. I kind of was like that on the inside. But not as much as I used to be.

"Alright, maybe just a little. But you have to admit," my voice turned pleasant and cheerful, "I'm much more toned down than I used to be. I'm more of a Hipster at heart anyways."

Zeke shrugged. "Oh-kay." He took a glance at Theo. "Maybe he's a nice guy," he suggested to me.

I gave him a condescending glare. I shook my head. "Yeah, no."

He shrugged again and added, "Well, just don't judge the book by its cover." He turned back around in his seat as my face fell.

The bell rang and everyone scrambled to their seats.

Theo stood up and hovered over me. I wasn't too sure if he was doing it on purpose just to annoy me or if he needed something.

I took a deep breath and twisted my head to him. "Do you need something or do you just like hovering over me?"

He bent down to my level so that we were face to face. He was merely a few inches from me. He whispered low and husky, "Is this better?"

My face exploded with crimson blush and I felt my heart pounding in my cheeks. I snapped out of the trance. "No, not at all. Now, what do you need?" I asked very agitated. I hoped that Michelle hadn't noticed, but, of course, as we all knew, she was too smart for her own good.

He glared at me for a second or two before letting it go. Or I hoped he had, at least. "Where do I sit?" he grumbled.

"Oh, I don't know; just pull up a chair," I said flippantly.

Theo looked around the room, reminding me of George of the Jungle when he first arrived in the city. He grabbed a chair on the other side of the room and literally dragged it over to me. The bottom scrapped across the linoleum floor, grabbing everyone's attention including Mr. Richmond our teacher who didn't take kindly to interruptions.

He glared at both of us, but mainly me because I guess I was his guardian or whatever and it was my job to keep him out of trouble. Like that was possible.

I felt another wave of blush spread across my cheeks and everyone's eyes rested on me when he finally brought the chair over and sat down beside me. Onceeveryone turned around I whispered, "Would it kill you to be discreet once in your life?"

"Maybe," he said deadpanned.

"Well, why don't we see?"

Theo glared at me, but said nothing. In fact, he said nothing for the rest of class.

Michelle leaned over to me. "So tell me how exactly did you get mixed up with Mr.-Don't-Look-Me-In-The-Eye-Snake-Bite-Delinquent again?" she asked.

Isqueezed my eyes shut and inhaled deeply.

Great. It's only nine o'clock, and I'm already stressed out.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and looked at my friend. "Well…" I started as I drifted into my memories.

"Well," Michelle said after I finished up recalling the past two hours of the morning. "Have a nice day."

I gave her a look. "Thanks."

The bell finally rang, signaling our release. Fifteen or so students pushed and shoved their ways out of the computer lab, eager to get away from the torture Mr. Richmond put us through.

"Well, that was fun," I muttered to myself as I slung my messenger bag over my shoulder. I turned to Theo, making sure he was ready to leave. Michelle, Theo, and I walked out of class together. "Alright," I said, "next is math."

"Have fun." Michelle smirked.

"Yes, your sarcasm is very much needed. Thank you," I declared.

"What? You don't like math?" Theo asked.

I shook my head. "No, I'm awful." My face fell and my lips evolved into a frown. "I've failed my last three tests."

"Wow, you are awful," he dually noted.

I looked at him in annoyance. "Gee, thanks, captain duh!"

A/N: Hey! It's been such a long time since the last time I uploaded something! I was going to upload a song earlier, but the format thingy was messed up-and it appears to be so now for some reason-so I kind of gave up for awhile. I'm back now because finals have started up as of today, but tomorrow I don't have any finals, so I decided to take a break from studying and cramming my head with knowledge that I will never have a need for and relax. I decided that now would be the best time and probably my only chance to upload something before I have to go to bed or before my life gets busy again. And plus as of right now, I feel very sick and I just may throw up, so I wanted to get this chapter out before I do so.

This story has actually been fully completed! Yah! I'm actually quite proud of that fact haha. This story is very special and important to me. And you will find out why once it has been finished and the last chapter has been uploaded. No, I'm not just saying that to get you to wait and read it. It has a lot of background and stories behind it, and so therefore, it must be explained.

This story is very, very, very different than anything else I've ever done before. Why? You're just going to have to wait to find out!

I really do hope that you enjoy this story. I worked really hard on it and I am proud of it. Please review! Thank you so much!

-Neon