Allie rolled her eyes and giggled at a message Nate had just sent her. I snapped my gum and looked around the room. There was a group of plink-clad, cologne-covered, American Eagle-sporting bimbos in one corner, the three studious kids in the way back, doing their math, a few stoners, and the most annoying kid in school, Brian Haner Jr. and his friends down the row from us. I snorted and went back to my artwork.
After a few minutes of me doodling aimlessly, a balled up piece of paper came flying out of nowhere, or so it seemed, and smacked me in the face. I grabbed it up and glared over at Brian, or "Synyster", as he liked to go by. He and all his annoying friends were laughing at his prank. I rolled my eyes and threw it back at him, but unfortunately, he dodged it. The kid was a jerkoff. His friends were just as bad--Zacky Baker, Matt Sanders, Johnny Gera, and Jimmy Sullivan. They had formed a crappy garage band, Avenged Sevenfold, and they seemed to think that that was enough reason to be complete assholes to everyone.
I guess it would help if I explained some stuff right now, huh? Okay, well . . . my name's Babylon Gregory. I know, I know, Babylon? Who has a name like that? Well, I love my name. And okay, it's my middle name, but when I turn 18 in three months, I'm totally changing it. And anyway, my first name is Anabelle. Um, ew? Yeah. At least I'd actually convinced my dad to enroll me into Utgard High School as Babylon. Thank God. My friends called my Babs for short, much to my dismay.
Anyway, I was a senior in high school this year, and totally looking forward to being gone next year. I had a scholarship already in place to an art college in the city, and couldn't wait to go.
I'm medium-sized, about 5'6", with long brown hair that's underdyed black. My eyes are large and hazel, and framed with long black lashes, and unfortunately, covered by contacts since I'm so nearsighted. But not too many people know about that, and I'd like to keep it that way. I usually wear grunge clothes--torn jeans and tattered Chucks and hoodies and band tees. For instance, today I was wearing my favorite blue jeans with all the holes and frays and stuff, my black high-tops, and an old Nirvana shirt. My hair was pulled into a half-ponytail, and held in place with a black studded headband, similar to the black stud belt around my waist. My fingernail polish was chipped and black, and my nails were chipped and broken, due to my bad habit of biting them whenever I got a chance.
And I was anti. I was anti-everybody and I loved to drink. I'm crazy most of the time, or so everyone tells me, and I loved to draw.
Anyway, back to the story, hm? Brian dodged the paper and threw his textbook sideways at me. I caught it before it smashed into my nose and stood up angrily, World War Me blaring from my phones around my neck. Luckily, our teacher, Mrs. Gibbs, was in the teacher's lounge, like always, and not here to witness our antics. I heaved the book over my shoulder and chucked it back at Haner, whom it hit on the shoulder. The class got quiet, and I knew why.
Many of the girls in my school considered Brian Haner to be some sort of Sex God or something equally disgusting. Allie and I were pretty much the only girls in our grade who didn't swoon when he walked past us. Most of the guys in our grade--saving the jocks--wanted to be just like him, or at least on his friend list. He had a new girlfriend each week, and there were stories circulating about what he did with them and why there were gone so fast.
And then there was me. I was supposedly an egotistical bitch, according to all the other girls in my grade, but the egotistical part was so not true. I just didn't give a fuck about what anyone else thought of me. Whatever.
So it got dead silent as the book hit Brian's arm, with a resounding thunk! He looked up at me with an incomprehensible look in his eyes, and then slowly cocked his head to one side and licked his lower lip. "I like a girl with spirit, Babylon. But I think you're a little too supernatural for me."
I rolled my eyes and the corny-ness of this line. "Well, that's good. Because you make me retch."
"Whoa. There's no need to sling mud, honey," he said in a falsely honeyed tone, stepping toward me. I backed up, against Allie's desk as he kept coming closer. He reached out at me for whatever reason, and I slapped his faced with all the strength I could muster and ducked out of the room.
"What, you too scared to fight like with honor?" he yelled after me. I stood in the portal, my hands on my hips, as Allie scuttled over to join me.
"A real and honorable fight, with you?" I asked sarcastically. I gave an unladylike snort. "Don't be ridiculous. You wouldn't know honor if it kicked you in the crotch."
"Wouldn't I?" he asked, his eyes flashing.
"An honorable man wouldn't ever challenge a lady, asshole," I informed him. A few people attempted to hide laughter as this, but we ignored them. Haner opened his mouth to retort, but was cut short by the bell ringing. And just in time. In the swarm of students rushing to get to their houses, I managed to slip away from Haner and to my locker, two hallways away.
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