Claws and Bitemarks

Chapter 1

·«°Chapter 1°»·

·«°Filipia's POV°»·

I was walking to school like every normal day of my life just wanting to go home. All the gay guys and all the girls always wanted to walk with me, or just even talk to me, but I was never interested in anything like that. I split my self apart from the world, ignoring everyone other than my family. I got to school and put all my books in my locker ready for the week to end. A few minutes later the bell rang and I went to my first class, science. I always enjoyed science, but just because I always knew all the answers. The class all comes in and then Mr. Landers started to speak, I wasn't really paying attention until he said 'new student'. He called out the kids name and he came to the front of the class. He had very pale, but nice skin, perfect black hair, and intimidating bright brownish-reddish eyes that look like they can see all your feelings. The boy looked around the room an came eye to eye with my chilling blue 'could kill you if I tried' eyes. He quickly looked away and introduced himself. His name was very interesting when he says, "Hi, my name is Maroon Viklon Horili, and I'm from London, though my family and I recently moved here, to this small town of Cheraw, South Carolina," his eyes going anywhere in the room other than mine, which I'm fine with.
He goes back to his seat and Mr. Landers goes back to teaching. He was talking about different mental disorders, which I could name all the ones he mentioned and then even more. I raise my hand and when he called on me I said, "There is also, Landau-Kleffner Syndrome, Aboulomania, Mary Hart Syndrome, Caffeine-Induced Anxiety Disorder, Boanthropy, Autophagia, Taijin Kyofusho, and many more that you you did not mention but are very important in mental disorganization. Next time maybe look into those, they are very interesting also, so plan on doing some research later, ok," I said to him and he looked at me like I was some all knowing being.
"How do you know all of that, Filipia?" He asked his mouth still wide with amazement.
"I myself have many mental disorders, but none of these in general. When I was young I was diagnosed with many of my mental problems, and I have the list of disorders my parents were given and looked into them. These being some of the least likely to have for me, and I don't have any of them, so yeah."
Everyone looked at me with some looks of sympathy and others of anger, of my knowledge in this lesson. I just continue to stare at the teach just hoping this class will end soon. He soon began to teach again but most eyes are still on me. I start dozing off until the girl beside me passes me a letter. I open the folded price of paper and it says

Dear Filipia,
I really admire all of your knowledge you have shown throughout the year and was wondering if you could come over to my house and we could get to know each other, because I don't really have any friends and you are the closest person I can relate to about having mental disorders, and such.
My address is 190 West Greene Street.
Hoping to get a wonderful answer and talk to you maybe sometime later
Your Classmate,
Malion Fermali

I pull a piece of paper out and in very neat handwriting put,

Dear Malion,
I guess through this kind and unforcing letter, I shall see you at around 5:30 this afternoon.
Sincerely,
Filipia Clavenfon

After I had written my short not I passed it back to the girl that passed it to me. I looked back to white board with the disorders written on it, waiting for the bell.
The bell rang and I let everyone else walk out of the room, other than Maroon, the new student. He looked back at me, but not exactly in my eyes, and smirked at me. My face remained blank as I walked over to him, and he seemed confused. He has nice looks so he was probably used to everyone melting at his will, other than me. "So you're the new acquaintance of this small high school, huh? Well, I saw your smirk and I could tell people in your old school would melt at your stare, correct?" I said as I slammed my hands on his desk.
"I'm just going to say, with your looks you should be able to lure in any girl at this school, so I'm saying you don't have to try so hard, ok?" His face a little confused an he looked uncomfortable at how close I was to his face.
"Yeah, ok, but just to say, I'm not interested in girls, I'm gay. But I wouldn't mind having a charming boy like you in my bed one night? What ya say, it would only be one night?" He said that seductive smirk appearing on his face again.
"I'm sorry, but I shall be rejecting your offer of sexual interaction between our beings. We must be heading to our following classes, which class do you have next?" I asked him, standing up strait again.
"Oh, um, I have math next, and you?" He asked standing up about 4 inches above me, pressing his body against mine and me to a desk behind me.
"I'm sorry, but I think if you want to get in someone's pants, you need to try in some other way, not forcing upon some mortal with sexual desire, and most likely, go find another male because I have not an once of intimacy towards your desires of having a male in your bed tonight." I explain, and easily push him away with one hand.
"And I have art next, so, I shall see you around later." I told him as I walked out the room, leaving him confused and mildly hurt.
I walk to art and as I'm walking I'm stopped by some girl with bright red hair to her shoulders, in an appropriate uniform, unlike most females here. She stands there and she just stares into my eyes, seeming a little unsure of approaching me right now. She looks away and shivers before looking up and saying, "Sorry, my name is Malion, the girl that gave you that letter earlier, and I just wanted to say thanks for giving me a chance to talk to someone, well I'll see you later," running off in the opposite direction.
I shrug and continue onto my class, art, the most relaxing class of the day. I walk in and continue to go on and let the future also continue on with itself. Nothing out of the usual, every pair of eyes on me until, the teacher starts talking, and the day goes on.