Layla hated freshman year. She had read all about high school and what type of challenges freshmen faced. And she was nervous, oh how she was nervous. Her hands sweated, a moistened sticky mess pressed close together when the thought of high school arrives. the last time she had a friend, It was her Father's best friend, Marcos. Marcos taught her how to fish, how to create a fire, and how to use common utilitarian tools. It was a well known fact in books and movie that most freshmen were naive, gullible, and happy. Soon however, the high school atmosphere darkens and becomes a dog eats dog world, where girls claw to the top in order to be considered "popular".
Of course being gorgeous does give a girl advantages.
Layla had been told she was gorgeous by her family members and by strangers on the street. Afraid she would be beset by girls with ugly personalities, she dressed ugly on purpose. .
In all she was a bit grungy to look at and seemed to have no figure due to her baggy clothing. But she was fine with it. In her hand, she carried her phone. She clenched it tightly, hoping her mother would call and tell her it was all a prank and to come back home. Staring at the medium sized high school, Rockerhigh, she walked stiffly, hoping she looked normal. as she walked, she practiced a calming exercise in her head. 1....3.........56.
She had spoken her thoughts aloud. The guy walking by her, thought she talking to him. "What?" He said, thoroughly confused.
Layla froze, a cold prickling sensation running down her legs. "A-A MEMBER OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER HAS SPOKEN TO ME!!!!" Her thoughts screaming, Layla panicked. "S-sorry she stammered. ''oh no, the apology seemed too insincere'', she thought wildly. I have to say something else. "GESUNDHEIT" she yelled, turned beet red and ran away.
The guy stared at the retreating figure already becoming a pinprick down the school hallways.. Scratching his head he muttered "the freshmen girls get weirder every year"
That was close.... Too close! Layla panted against one of the school walls. "Was he flirting with me"she wondered, cheeks turning red. "No!no!no!" She shook her head rapidly. How can anyone want to flirt at the beginning of the school year. how scandalous!
"Go away"
".....eh?" Layla turned her head sideway to see another guy who looked like a freshman too. But that was only due to his class schedule in his hands. He was scary looking. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark clothing.... Dark EVERYTHING.
She stared at him dumbly. "Are you an emu" she asked, struggling to remember the types of stereo types in high school.
He stared at her. "A what?"
And that was Jason's and Layla's first meeting.
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Dreadful desire
RomanceLayla was a recently homeschooled girl who was required to go to at least one year of high school to see if she would like it. Socially awkward and prefers to be home. She doesn't do well in high school. She meets the high school "emo". Jason Orwell...
