I take a deep breathe in. Alright, how bad could it get?
Why do I do this everytime? It makes no difference in how bitchy people are. I take a sip of my Slurpie and open the doors. I lean against the wall when I feel the presence of two boys next to me. Great. I position my body to a more stable position.
"Hey look, Logan. It's a new toy."
"That's it."
The two boys give each other a look as I slide my backpack off, hitting the one named Logan. Logan fell to the ground, his nose bleeding. The other boy goes to punch me, but I duck. I slide swiftly behind him and lock his arms behind him and throw him across the room. Everyone was watching and had a look in their eyes. One that showed a bit of fear.
I pick up my backpack back up and glance at them both from behind my shoulder.
"I don't deal with dumbasses like you two."
I start walking as a boy bumps into me. He has fallen and I look at him.
Holy shit he is cute.
I pull him up, strength still strong.
He almost passes by me, but whispers something.
"Seven Eleven after school."
He walked away.
Holy shit he is a fucking loser....I love it.
***
I walk into Seven Eleven and see none other than the boy from school.
I walk up to him.
"Hey. You really should make a better first impression." He says.
I give a small chuckle.
"Heh, you're one to talk..." I smirk.
"I'd like to think Seven Eleven is a great first impression." He replies.
"Well...I usually come here anyways. Not here, here! But um..." I sigh.
He smirks.
"Name's Lucus Stanton. Luke, for short." He tells me.
"Dawn McCarty." I smile.
We stared into each others eyes.
"You are really distanced." He commented softly.
I snap out of it.
"Y-Yea..."
"Why is that?" He holds my face.
I hold back...but decide why not.
"I have moved to six different high schools. I became numb to everyone and became less and less close to others." I explain vaguely.
He puts his hand near my eyes when he pulled away and I saw tears on his hand.
I snap out of it and wipe my eyes and regain my composure.
"Well, what about you? You seem pretty mysterious yourself." I say back at him.
"I read Moby Dick." he says simply.
I nod, agreeing.
"What flavour can I get you?" I ask him, pointing at the Slushie Machine.
He smirks.
"I'll buy."
Luke gets his own mix flavours and I fill my cup up.
We stay at Seven Eleven for a few hours before he comments.
"Wanna come to my place?" He asks.
I mentally shrug. Dawn, you live alone. You can stay for however long!
"Yea. I got no curfew." I shrug.
I grab another slushie and buy. We start walking to his house in the dark.
"So...we have reached the awkward small talk phase." I joke.
He bursts out laughing.
"I love that you state the obvious and just say it like it's normal."
"You know it. I am the best person you have ever met. I know~" I joke some more.
Once we got to his house I see...no one. No car. No parents. Huh. Sounds like my life.
I...am gonna be a dick and ask him.
"Where are your parents?"
I knew the feeling...except...
"On a business trip."
To think he understood...what do I expect?
I pretend to look at a text when we get in his room.
He looks at me.
"You can drop the act. I know you don't have any people to talk to."
That....hurt. I put the phone down and look at the ground.
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't-
"Ah shit that's not what I meant."
He lifts my head up by my chin.
"I know what it's like to be a loser....ya know?" He smiled.
It was unnatural. His smile...was. Fucking. Perfect.
I begin the blush.
"Your not falling for me, are you?" He half jokes.
"Whatever." I mumble.
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What Little Light There Is - Heathers
FanfictionA generation after the events of Heathers. Your welcome, bitches~