The town of Somerset Kentucky was a dull place to live. It was like a town of clones, each one just as preppy as the first. And there I was the exact opposite of every single one of them. Everyone in Somerset had perfect brown or blonde hair, possibly the occasional redhead, and designer label clothes from places like Hollister, Abercrombie and Fitch, and American Eagle. (Though where they would get that way out here in the middle of nowhere was beyond me.) I am certain I could have snapped each and every one of them in half as easily as you could a toothpick. (Not that they were much bigger.) I wouldn’t mind their clothes and their unnatural skinniness, if it weren’t for the attitude that seemed to go along with it. I had never seen such a group of snobs in my whole life!
And then there was me. I’m not saying that Adrian Puget was some perfect angel child, but I knew I wasn’t anything like these people. I had dyed black hair that I spend most of my mornings straightening to the point that you could probably stab people with it. I wore the same outfit just about every day: a pair of shredded, skin-tight jeans, a black t-shirt with a band’s logo printed on the front, and either one of my black jackets. One has Green Day across the front, the other having My Chemical Romance on it. And while I was by no means fat, I wasn’t the anorexic thin of the others here in Somerset.
I was almost alone here. Almost. There was one girl I didn’t care to hang around with. Her name was Anne Clark and she was a sweetie. Never in a million years could you convince me that there was a nicer person out there than Anne. While she wasn’t classified “emo” like me, she wasn’t a prep either. She had blonde hair that came down about an inch past her shoulders and was s-k-i-n-n-y skinny! She had a nice figure, curved and natural, with a round face and full lips. She was really pretty, but the boys in Somerset seemed to only care for the preppy girls in town. I was a Goth queen trapped in the Barbie Dream House.
The 20th of November, 2008 wasn’t a date I was going to forget willingly. We had been hearing all week about some new kid that was moving into town from New York. And all week, I dreaded the next prep to enter Somerset’s Southwestern High School. That morning, Anne and I were sitting in class chatting idly as I cast glares at anyone who even looked like they were going to send a spit-ball at my best friend. The bell rang and we slid down into our seats. Anne immediately began doodling in her notebook and I in mine. Occasionally, I would peek over her shoulder to see what she was drawing. The teacher walked in a few seconds late, so I knew that new kid would be with her. I could picture him now, blonde hair, blue eyes, dimples, big as a house. Yuck. The teacher cast a disapproving glance out the door.
Why did she do that? She only gives me and Anne looks like those…
“Alright everyone, we have a new student, I’m sure you have already heard about. This is Zane Stevens.”
The teacher nodded towards the door and a boy of about 14 stepped in. I could have died when I saw that kid. It was all I could do to keep from screaming, “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!” out of shock, never mind that my jaw was on the floor. He was beautiful!! Black hair cut like Sasuke’s from Naruto, deep, rich, black eyes that were so pouty that it was almost inhuman, big, pouty lower lip with snakebites, pale-skinned, and oh-my-gosh muscles. I mean, not huge, but definitely there.
“Oh my jeeze…” I sighed and slid down into my seat.
Anne looked over at me and smiled, “Well, ain’t he a fine one.”
I nodded vigorously, “Oh yah… Really fine.” I whistled a little bit then returned to looking him over.
Aw!! His butt’s so round and cute!
Then I looked around and realized something wonderful. The only empty seat in class was right next to me!! I could stare at him all day! I did a little mental happy dance and looked down at my paper, doodling idly and trying to look natural. He walked past me to his seat, bumping my elbow with his AFI bag on his way past. He realized that he had touched me a little and immediately went into an “omigosh!” freak-out mode. He sat down and looked at me with those big, pouty, black eyes rimmed in eyeliner.
“I’m sorry!” He bit his lower lip, “I didn’t mean to hit you, I mean, I was just walking past and it sorta hit your arm and I-“
I cut him off there, “It’s ok, I mean, you just said it was an accident, right?”
Aww!! It’s so adorable how he rambles!
Zane let loose a sigh of relief, “Oh, thank heaven. I don’t want to make anyone here mad on my first day, right?”
I smiled at him, “Oh, don’t worry about them. They’ll get mad at anyone who wears more eyeliner than they do.”
Zane shirked in his seat a little, “Uh oh. I guess I’m in big trouble then, right?”
A speck of glitter shone from the corner of his eye and I realized that he was wearing sparkly eyeliner. I held in a scream of happiness, and smiled, “Don’t worry. Anne and I are in the same boat.”
Anne giggled and waved with her fingers at Zane, who waved in the same way back to her.
“Well, at least I’m with good company then.” He smiled and adjusted himself in his seat.
I almost squealed with delight at his words. Was he saying that he liked us? Or was he just being nice? Thinking about it made my head hurt, so I just decided to remain content with the fact that he said the words instead of worrying over the meaning behind them.
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I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you
I'd sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
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