“This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, drink in hand
Lost my discretion
It's not what, I'm used to
Just wanna try you on-”
I finally got Etan to shut up by bonking him on the head.
“Will you quit singing that? It’s rude to make fun of that song.”
“I wasn’t making fun of it,” he replied, acting innocent though his grin told me otherwise. “I was just singing it. I AM allowed to sing, aren’t I?”
“When you sing it,” I replied rolling my eyes, “that’s enough to make people believe that you ARE making fun of it.”
Etan looked at me, offended, though he was only joking. “Wait, are you saying that because you think I’m a bad signer, or because you think I try and sing it in a weird way?”
“Both.” I replied promptly, before turning back to my book. We were sitting in the middle of the park, on Saturday. Of all things that Etan had wanted to do, he had to choose to sit at the park, on the edge of the broken water fountain. Wonder why I brought a book?
“You are so CRUEL.” he snarled, but I wasn’t fooled. He might seem scary to all the other teens at our school, but I was used to him by now. Though I had to admit, he still could put on a pretty mean face.
“Yeah, yeah.”
Etan and I were total opposites. I mean, really.  Etan was this drop dead gorgeous guy(though most girls at our school weren’t brave enough to say it), but he wasn’t a brawny jock. Though I was sure he was just as brainless as one.
Etan was in love with black and skulls, blood, gore, and vampires. A total gothic kid. His hair was naturally brown, but I was sure we were the only ones who knew that. He had died it every color of the rainbow so far, I think, though right now, it was pure white, which had an odd effect with his already pale face. He wasn’t much one for skin peirces, and tattoos(besides the fake ones. He LOVED those.) though he still had one on his eyebrow. He told me he had gotten it on losing a bet, and that otherwise he had wanted to keep his skin pure and clean, but I was pretty sure that he had just gotten that one with the hopes and dreams of being covered in body jewelry and art, then found out getting stuck with a needle hurt like @#$%, demolishing his plans. Not that he would admit to something like that, but it was highly more probable.
He was the mean kid at school, the bully, the ‘look at my funny and I will kick your @#$’ kid. And it was all an act, as I had found out.
It had been my first day as a freshmen at my new highschool, and I had just moved from Arizona. So far, I had been made of four times for my unusual accent, and my liking to talk like a middle aged english-men.
After being flicked with about 23 paper wads, all which said some sort of insult, I had abruptly stood up and said I needed to go to the restroom. Apparently, even that’s funny to kids who have evil demons for their souls, and they like to snicker at you for it, saying ‘What the heck? Did she just say ‘restroom’? What a dork.’
My plan now was to stay in the hallway, and stuff my face into my locker, crying my eyes out, until the class period was over and I could go on like nothing happened. Of course, I couldn’t cry too loud. It would just echo in the empty hallway.
My plans were ruined, however, when I heard a door slam, and a tall, lanky boy stepped out of the classroom a few yards away. He wore a pair of torn jeans, a baggy black shirt, and a vile of a red liquid around his neck. He had the most sullen expression on his face, but it wasn’t sad. More like mad.
It was obvious that he hadn’t noticed me yet, for he walked up to the row of lockers across him, and started kicking the, pardon my french, crap out of them. I flinched every time one of his feet, which were encased in a pair of dusty red chucks, came in contact with the metal., sending crashing sounds through the halls. I half expected someone to run out to see what was the matter, but no one came. Either way, I realized that I probably shouldn’t be here. I mean, for all I knew, this kid could be a deranged psycho, and the only reason he was beating up lockers instead of a human being was that there was no one around. That he knew of, at least.
Quickly, I tried to hold back the tears, hoping that maybe I could get to the restroom, which was wear I was supposed to be anyways, before this blue haired kid noticed and took out his frustration on my face. I was already weird looking enough, with a bunch of freckles and short, curly auburn colored hair, and wide green eyes. I didn’t need to add a bruise to my odd, yet plain, looks.
Right when I was about to close the door though, my purse that had hung so casually on my shoulder, slipped off and hit the floor with a dull thud. Now, if he hadn’t paused his destruction of the lockers, it wouldn’t have alerted him to my presence. But of course, he did, and it did. Which meant one thing. He looked up, startled, right in my direction.
It probably made me look even more pitiful and easy to take on that I already did, but I couldn’t help it when a small ‘eep’ escaped my lips.
A look of confusing overcame the delinquent’s features, and then a dull dawning. I guessed he didn’t recognize me, but then realized that I was the new kid. His look of comprehension, soon faded however, and was followed quickly with a look of annoyance, which soon turned to a glowering hateful glare in my direction.
I couldn’t move when he started walking towards me, my legs were rooted in spot by fear. He was much bigger than me, and I was sure he’d have no trouble burring my body after he had beaten me to death, so I knew I didn’t have much of a chance. Unless, of course, that’s what his face was like when he tried to be friendly.
“What the @#$% are you doing out here, runt?” he growled, when he was only about 7 inches away. He had bent down to stare, no, sneer, in my face, and it was at that precise moment that I realized how, even though he was still quite terrifying, well, handsome he looked. The blue in his
hair really brought it out in his eyes.
Wait, this is NOT the time to be dazzled! I told myself, blushing before I could help it. If he noticed it, the thug didn’t pay any attention to my reaction.
“Uh, um..” I squeak, fear settling in again.
“Hey, I asked you a question!” he growled, not loudly, but it was enough to make me cringe. His hand shot out and gripped my forearm, not tightly, but it sent me over the edge. For lack of a better word, I basically started bawling.
This startled him, and he yanked back his hand like it was on fire. I tried to quiet my sobs, but it was no use. I had lost all control on my tear ducts.
“Uh, what...I-I..why...are you...c-crying?!?” he stuttered he was visibly shocked, and his face was flustered looking, no longer threatening by any means.
Sadly, it just made my blubber even more.
“I-I can’t take it!” I bawled. “First, everyone is m-making fun of me, how I talk, h-how I look, then throwing things at me, talking b-behind m-my back, even when teachers are w-watching, and then I try and come out h-here to be alone, and then you come, and now y-your going to bash my face out, and this is the worse day of MY LIIIIFE!”
It was only until later did I realize how RIDICULOUS I sounded, and what a fool I must have seemed like, but he hadn’t paid any attention to that.
All he had done, was say in a panicked voice, “Oh, er um, ah well, please, ah, stop crying! I-I’m not going to beat you up! Really! God, just stop crying, please!”
I don’t know if it was the sudden loss of hatred in his voice, or how hystaricle he sounded, even compared to me, but my sobbing was cut off with a small hic-up of a insane laugh. I blinked away the remaining tears, and looked up to see a very distraught gothic kid staring down at me, raising his hands as if in defense.
“Jeeze, sorry, really. Ah, uh, do...do you need help or anything...?” he looked suddenly uncomfortable, like he wasn’t used to acting nice. Or used to someone randomly bursting out in tears.
“Uh, no I-I’m fine.” I said in a small voice.
“Right...” he said. There was a hint of unbelieving in his voice, and from the looks of it, his face also. I blushed again, and looked down.
“Well, erm. Hi. I guess I’m Etan.”
His sudden introduction caught me off guard, and I looked up and responded almost imediantly.
“Mine’s Savie.”
We stared at each other for a few more minutes, before Etan nervously cleared the back of his throat. I thought he was going to walk off or something, leaving me to wallow there in my misery, alone, but instead he happened to ask me of a favor.
“Listen, this is going to sound odd...okay, actually, it’s going to sound really deranged...but can you..not tell anyone I made you...cry, and then....”
“Apologized?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he grinned sheepishly at me, and it transformed his whole face. If I had thought that he had looked handsome before, with anger all over his face, with a smile that was actually almost sweet, he looked...even more so. Almost beautiful.
“Why?” I couldn’t help but ask.
That question probably started our whole friendship.
Etan had become my first friend in that highschool, and surprisingly, had stuck with me up to this point. I had made a few others, all girls, not the most popular girls at my school, but they were much nicer than the bullies I had encountered on the first day.
Of course, they weren’t Etan’s friends. He scared the living daylights out of them. I was pretty sure the only person who wasn’t afraid of him at all, was me. But that was probably because on the first day I had met him, I had seen his soft side. He rarely showed it, but apparently tears broke through his facade. Ha, think of it. A boy like Etan, afraid of crying.
I spent most of my time with him, though, though I still dragged him to the movies that my other friends had invited me to. He acted like a kick-@#$ there, in front of everyone, but as usual, I was used to it.
Right now though, there was no one around, and it was like a dragon who had finally calmed down. He was lazy as ever, laying on the edge of the wide fountain, every now and then reaching up and playing with my hair when he got too bored.
“Ok, will you stop that?” I asked, only a bit irritated when he started braiding my hair. I didn’t know why in the world this boy wanted to play with hair, but whatever the reason, he wasn’t very good at it. He kept yanking on my hair a bit, I guess trying to get me to bend my head down so he could reach higher.
“Why. I mean, I don’t have anything else to do.” he replied, shrugging.
“Well, at least stop pulling so hard!” I couldn’t help but snap a bit then. It was starting to make my head sore!
“Then I can’t reach it,” he said, and started humming, I guess saying that was the end of the conversation, but at least he let up slightly. I hurrumphed, but then relaxed, and looked up at the sky, careful not to move my head up too high. It took me a moment to notice the tune he was humming, but when I did, I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and glared.
“What,” he said, grinning, knowing exactly what I was glaring at him, “You never said I couldn’t HUM it....”
When my glare didn’t melt, he continued on to say, “And I am not making fun of the song. At all.” his face was utterly sincere, and I gave in, letting a smile form on my face. Etan’s own grin was blinding, as he started humming again, but stopped playing with my hair. I looked at him curiously as he sat up, and a slightly nervous look overcame his features. But when he noticed me looking at him, Etan’s worried face disappeared, brightening up into a smile once again. I wasn’t fooled though, but I did ignore it. Etan wasn’t going to tell me anything if he didn’t want to.
I listened to his voice, and though, though it was only in a hum, he really wasn’t that bad of a signer. I just wasn’t going to let him know that, knowing it would go straight to his head.
I felt something wrap around my shoulders, slowly, hesitantly, and realized with a star that it wasn’t a snake about to crush me and eat me for it’s dinner, but actually Etan’s arm. I glanced at him in surprise, and noticed that the worried expression was back on. What was he up to?
My brain still didn’t’ recognize his actions when he started leaning forward, still humming the song from before.
Only when the soft tune was cut off, by Etan’s lips pressing against mine, did I realize what was going on. My eyes widened in shock. It was so...unexpected....
Yet so wonderful....
When he pulled back, breathing a little heavily, as was I, did I notice that he was chuckling slightly.
“What?” I asked softly.
“I kissed a girl,” he sang, “and I liked it.”