The Sweet One.

"My name's Joan, I'm 17 and deeply in love with a guy in my class called Michael. He's one of the popular guys in school, that all the girls love, and I'm just one of those girls that no one cares about, that only has one friend. I sit next to him in one of my classes. He's really sweet and funny. He sometimes gets in trouble, but he's no class-clown. He's tall (pretty tall for his age), thin but still muscular, brown long hair brushing on his forehead, and light green eyes. He doesn't have a girlfriend.. Although I don't get why, he's so perfect and popular and stuff. I really like him." She wrote in her diary. "He has a deep voice. Not too deep though.. He talks to me sometimes in class but I blush way too much I just turn my face. I don't know if I can consider him my 'Friend' but he definitely is my crush." She was sitting on her bed, blasting her favorite bands.. She likes to block out the world and think about the future."I'm not one of the popular girl in school because people think I'm 'emo'. I don't call myself 'emo', but sometimes I cut. Deep but not too deep. And definitely for a reason. Mostly on my arms, and sometimes on my stomach. It hurts more in some places, so it depends on my 'mood level'. Some cunt spread the rumor about me being an 'emo' and now half the school believes her. That's how I lost half my friends."She wrote as her eyes watered up.

Once, in class she recieved a note :"Care to join me for dinner tonight ?" It was from Michael. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe her eyes. "Is this some kind of sick joke with you and your friends, Michael ?" She asked, happily but panicked. "You'll find out soon enough." He whispered back. "If it IS some kind of joke, no thank you Michael, I'd rather sit in my room doing nothing than being used by your sick friends." 

"Chill Joan. It's not a joke I swear. I just thought it would be fun to hang out. You seem fun."

"No you don't. You hate me, I can tell" As soon as she finished that sentence, the bell rang. Recess. Michael took Joan by the hand and lead her to where his "Popular friends" Were. 

"You want to see that I'm not kidding ? Look." He held her by the waist and kissed her hard on the lips.

"MICHAEL ?! DID YOU JUST KISS THAT EMO CUNT ?!" yelled one of the girls

"She's not an emo cunt Naomi."

"Yes she is ! Look at her ! She's always dressed in black ! What the fuck is wrong with you Michael ?! I thought you knew better !"

"NAOMI YOU DON'T KNOW HER ! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HER !"

Joan's eyes were watering up she was so close to crying. As the tears were streaming down her cheek she walked away from Michael who was still arguing with Naomi. 

"Wait Joan !" He ran after her and held her by the hand as she was wiping the tears off her face. "That girl doesn't know what she's saying. You're not an emo cunt."

"Yeah, whatever. Thanks for defending me but I'm sure you'd rather stay 'Popular' than with an with a so-called "emo cunt."

"You're wrong. I'm in love with you."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am. I always watch you draw in class. You're talented. And cute. And fun. And --"

"Okay I get it you like me."

"Wanna do something tonight ?"

"Yeah okay. If you're sure it's not a joke."

"I'm pretty sure. I'll pick you up at 7:00 ?" 

"Okay."  Michael knew where she lived because they did some projects together in the previous months.

It was 6:00 when Joan decided to get ready. She wore skinny red jeans and a black shirt. Black eyeliner. She brushed her bright-green bangs off her forehad, and put the bright-green ends of her hair on one side. She had dark brown hair but bright-green bangs on the side and the edges of her hair. She was ready when she heard a knock on her door. 

"Hey. Your mom let me in." Said a dark voice. It was Michael.

"Come in."