Confidence or not, I don't have to try too hard at being outgoing. Having the title of 'new kid' is giving me way more attention than I realize. In half of the classes I've already attended, everyone's been coming up to me, asking questions, and overall being nice. Like I'm a shiny new toy they want to get their hands on.
It's the end of gym, only fifteen minutes left and I finally get some time alone. The indoor bleachers are pulled out for students to chill until the bell so that's where I station myself.
"So, what's it like living with Julian Martinez?" A very flamboyant boy asks, plopping himself down on the bleacher next to me.
Scratch the alone time.
The guy has one long leg over the other as he looks at me with big blue eyes. He's scrawny with blonde hair that's giving Ryan Evan's from High School Musical (I'm gay, of course I know that movie). Luckily he has better fashion sense than the Disney character, but still moderately flashy.
A girl is with him and she sits on the next line of bleachers down, looking bored as ever. She is polar opposite of the Ryan impersonator; she has dark green, pin-straight hair that's cut an inch below her chin, multiple nose piercings including an eyebrow piercing. Where the blonde boy has highlight, and blush, and contour makeup, the girl is all natural in her tan skin. Where the blonde flashes all his fun colors, the green haired girl wears baggie grey sweatpants and a Falling in Reverse black tshirt.
"How do you know I live with him?" I ask.
"Honey, everyone knows you live with him," the blonde tells me.
"Hm," Maybe Julian is why people are so quick to get to know me. So much for keeping that secret.
"Well?" The boy pushes.
"Honestly?"
"It is the best policy," he sings.
"Living with Julian Martinez sucks. He's a grade A asshole," I tell them straight.
Blonde looks at me like he's stunned and Green Hair perks up, "This just got interesting," she speaks for the first time in a monotone voice.
Blonde leans forward as if soaking in the sweetest gossip, "Tell me more, tell me more," he encourages and I just know he's a theatre kid.
"Can I get your guy's names first?" I didn't think that was too much to ask.
"Enchante, the name is Finley." the Blonde holds out his hand to me as if he expects me to kiss one of the numerous rings on his fingers. I don't kiss his accessories and lightly shake his hand instead. "Not Finn," he adds. "And this gorgeous goddess," he gestures to green haired girl, "is Willow. And you're Matthew-"
"Matty, not Matthew," I interrupt.
"Matty, I like it. So, why the Julian Martinez hate?" Finley questions.
"He's a total douchebag and very rude."
"Really? I mean that's part of grieving sometimes."
My heart squeezes in pain, "Grieving? Like my parents?" How much did they know? I really don't want word going around of what happened to my parents and I. The amount of 'I'm sorry for your loss' with sad eyes if people found out will make me drop out of high school.
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Something About Him
Teen Fiction[bxb] After a traumatic event, Mathew- or Matty as everyone calls him- moves into a family/friend's home; the Wilson's. Laura Wilson is his God Mother and she has two kids, Julian and Kayla who Matty hasn't seen for seven years. Matty used to best f...
