1st Impressions to Last Breath

"Have you seen him yet?"
"No, have you?"
"Yeah, this morning in the main office."

His name is Alex Rawet, and he was the new kid. And here at Buckston Academy, that’s THE worst thing to be, but he didn’t stop there, he went for the second worst too, the EMO, new kid. His name fluttered around campus, rolled off their tongues, and was stomped into the dirt. I felt bad for him; I knew how much it had hurt when I first came here. The humiliation, the stress, the ridicule.
I felt the rush of pain from that day all over again. I became weak and dizzy, and then my knees gave out and I waited for my butt to hit the ground… But it never did. Instead I felt something grab my arms from behind.

"Whoa, are you okay?" The voice was unfamiliar, and strangely calming. I could tell by the look on Lesley’s face, who had broken my fall.
"Yeah, I’m fine," I attempted to pull myself together, but it wasn’t working out the way I hoped, I fell back again into HIS arms.

"You sure? Do you need to go to the nurse? Can‘t have you passin out before lunch now can we?" His playful words skipped my ears and headed straight toward my heart. The sudden jolt of excitement nearly lifted me off the ground.
"Yeah, I’m…" and that’s when I saw him… I mean REALLY saw him. He was at least 3 inches taller than me, His sexy full lips stretched upwards at the corners, creating this unreal, almost god like smile. And then, his eyes… Good lord, those eyes, those green eyes. As green as a tropical forest. When they looked into mine, I could tell that they not only saw me, but they saw my soul. And then, his long, jet black hair fell gracefully over his eye lids.

"Ugh, she’s fine. Thanks," I heard a voice state dryly, as it pulled me by the arm, away from him. He chuckled and flashed me a smile. He flipped his hair and walked in the other direction.
"For god’s sake Lexii! Pull yourself together," the voice chimed again… I should know that voice, I knew that voice, god whose voice is voice is that?!? And then suddenly reality hit. I now realized the tall figure pulling at my arm, was Amanda, my best friend since pre-k. Her red-ish pink hair swung side to side as the glided across the hall, her jaw was clenched I could tell when she turned her head to the right slightly. I could only imagine the rage in her dull blue-gray eyes.

"NO," she shouted coming to a sudden halt. "There is no way in heaven, nor hell I’m gonna let you do this. NO!"
"What are you talking about?"
"You’re not gonna start hanging out with him! Not EVEN over my dead body!"
"I wasn’t planning on-"

"Hey babe, miss me?" Brock’s arm slid over my shoulder, he had that arrogant smile on his face… I hated that smile that voice that arm, that guy! I hated everything about him. His bulging muscles, his greasy, spiked dirty blonde hair, his brown eyes, his football jersey; I hated it all with a passion!! BCD was cheered on at the games, I however, stuck with Brock Chester Davis… that jerk!
"Keep your hands off me Chester!" I hissed at him
"Ouch, that hurt. Your words are sharp babe, watch where you point them." His band of straight D morons laughed, as a group of cheerleaders just looked at me, glowing green with envy.

Ugghhh! If I didn’t know he was wearing a cup I would have smashed his balls in!
"HEY! This is a hands off school!! Move it along Davis." Thank god for Mr. Peters. Brock slowly slid his arm from around my neck.
"See you at lunch hun." he smiled and walked away.

There was a point in time when Chester and I were best friends. Before all the damn testosterone that is. I had to admit, if I didn’t hate him so much I’d think he was pretty hot. Actually, it was Brock that had given me my first kiss.