Two is Company, Three is a Crowd...No Wonder 1

I tried to look for Fanny, but I couldn't find her. I racked her brain. Where could a girl like Fanny be? When I got my answer, I ran full speed.

When I reached the school's grounds - a large, empty lot in the back of the school, which was the students' favorite hangout - I saw Fanny talking to a boy in the far edge of the grounds. I called her on her cell phone, though she was only a few feet away from me. She answered it though, and she sounded sweet, though her face was annoyed.

"What?" she said in her sugar, sweet voice.
I answered in a sweet voice that echoed her own. "Look up."
She did, and when she saw me, her face turned sweet. She motioned me to come. Typical, she thought. She's the one who's being called and I'm the one coming to her.
When she reached them, the boy she was talking to was handsome in his own way, but he seemed to cocky. But of course his eyes were for Fanny only. I wasn't panting because I'm used to running, but I unbuttoned my blouse slightly to let the air in . I tried not to pay attention at the pair of eyes suddenly looking at me.

What's the deal? It's not like I'm going to yank this off any minute. Though his eyes were saying he wanted to. Uck.
"Yes, Ziyra? What did you want?" Fanny asked. She didn't realize her might-be-boyfriend was staring at me.
I pulled her away, and asked her, "Is that boy the new kid?"
Fanny rolled her eyes. "As if! That's Rick, my cousin. And the new kid is nowhere as near gorgeous as him."
What? I thought.
"So, the new kid isn't what the others expected?"
"He isn't what I expected! I thought he was going to be some gorgeous hoop shooter, or some breathtaking god. Or..."
"Fanny!" I shook her, breaking her out of her imagination.
"His name is Lexus Corbin." Fanny said, exasperated.

Lexus Corbin? His name seems harmless. Sometimes Fanny can be a little eccentric, she might be screwing some things.
"What's the problem? Why was the basketball team swearing like a truck driver on him?" Did I really have to ask every single question? I thought.
She stared at me and said, "He's a damned emo!"
"Huh?"
Before Fanny could speak, Rick went over and spoke. "He's an emo. A kid wearing black clothes and mooning over some heartbreak."
He said it tauntingly, like he thought they would agree. Fanny nodded her head and whisked her hair away from her face.

"I know. Isn't that lame?" she said.
Both looked at me. I re-buttoned my blouse and nodded weakly. "Yeah, pretty lame." Even though I don't agree.
Fanny shook me off after, then. I walked away muttering. I couldn't believe after this time, the emos were still getting a bad review from the public. Not that I was an emo myself, I just like the style of it. But I tried to do another style - a mime style, full of black and white - because they still won't agree on it.

They're all a bunch of hypocrites. Emos used to be famous in Saudi. They're like underwear. Everyone has them, everyone wants them.
But like fads, they come and go. Once the Emo fad died, anyone that came here that was emo, got wrecked. Even though there were still thousands of emos in this very school, they were hiding it pretty well.

I hope this kids watches his back or he's going to get a black eye for his first day.