Dante was on his phone, messaging his old friends who he had to leave behind when his mom decided to move. His mom pulled in front of his new high school, quickly wished him luck and ushered him out of her car before she was late for work.
Taking in the new school, he really didn't see anything extraordinary, just a school like the rest. He walked across the parking lot and headed straight to reception, while people started taking notice of the new kid in town.
Dante was a big kid at eighteen, his Muay Thai and Brazilian jujutsu training giving him a solid build, which he extended upon by lifting weights at home. He stood at '6 foot 4' and blatantly ignored everyone. His half sleeve tattoo, beginning from his shoulder and ending right above his right elbow didn't help with the attention. He loved that tattoo. He had gotten it after he won the MMA state championship last year. His mom had promised that if he won, she would allow him to get some ink.
"Hey, my name is Dante Adams. I was told I had to sign a few papers here?" He asked the lady behind the reception desk.
She looked up to him, pushing her glasses further up her nose bridge, before her eyes even registered Dante's presence. After an awkward silence where the lady studied Dante furiously with her eyes, and he really started to get freaked out by this woman, she slid a few forms across the surface, including his timetable, and told Dante to check whether the information was all correct while they waited for one of the students to arrive and show Dante around.
"Thanks." He replied in his sweetest possible voice to which she just scoffed.
'What was up her ass?' he wondered.
He sat down on one of the chairs and went over the papers. After he was certain every written info was where it should be, he passed the papers back to the lady, who didn't even look up this time, and slid back into his seat, pulling his phone out.
"Mhhm." Came from the receptionist, making Dante look up. She held a finger up, pointing at a 'No-Mobile-Phone-Zone'.
'Oh lord.' Dante internally complained while putting his phone back into his jeans pocket. He glanced at a clock hammered to the wall and saw that it was only a couple minutes before class started and hoped he wasn't going to be late on his first day.
A few seconds after, a girl with beautiful long, silk like, black hair walked in. It fell right to above her butt and covered most of her face, but Dante was still focused on her. She muttered something to the stuck up lady who pointed at Dante and the girl's eyes averted to Dante's and almost instantly they met each other's gaze.
'Holy fuck.' He almost said out loud.
She had the greyest, purest eyes he had ever come across. This girl was just breathtaking. Her fragrance sneaked its way up Dante's nose and he inhaled her peachiness.
All this beautifulness and yet he was able to tell that she was covering herself. Her hair hid her face. It wasn't until he looked closely that there were scares running across it, potential post car-accident scars. She tried her best to hide them with make-up, but they were still visible. He realized what he was doing and quickly found himself averting his glance to her eyes.
'Probably had enough people looking at her scars.' He thought.
From the way she was standing there, he guessed that she was forced to take the burden of showing him around. By now she had directed her eyes towards the floor and looked as if she found her shoes the most interesting objects in the universe.
"Are you Dante?" Came out of her perfect little mouth. He didn't know whether she intended for it to come out as a mere whisper, but he almost didn't hear her over the ticking of the clock. Although he found that even her voice was like silk, and fragile sounding.
Dante nodded and didn't notice until he stood up that he was towering over her, guessing her to be around 5 foot 3, if not shorter. She was a little fragile thing, who instantly flinched at Dante's closeness.
He observed her for a few more seconds before realizing that she probably missed his nod.
"Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you." He whispered back, which made the girl look up, and for the first time, he saw her and really studied her. Up close she was even richer in beautifulness than he anticipated. A scar ran across her dark red lips, and if Dante didn't know, he would've guessed she wasn't wearing lipstick.
She didn't reply to him and simply started walking away, expecting Dante to follow her. As they walked to what Dante assumed was his first class, he picked up on the way she walked through the corridor of the school. Her shoulder slouched low, head pointing down and her steps were short. She was trying her best to stay under the radar and to be ignored. She was hiding, hiding from everyone else. He sometimes noticed her head turning into his direction and caught her looking at his tattoo, which sneaked out of his black t-shirt.
They kept quiet until they stopped outside a science lab. One look at his timetable said that they were at the correct room and before Dante could thank the pretty girl beside him, she was gone. He caught a glimpse of her silky hair as she turned a corner. It was then he realized that she didn't tell him her name.
He knew then he had a job. He made it his mission to find out who she was, and what her story was.
Dante looked into the classroom through a little glass window on the door, and saw that the teacher began his lesson already. Dante knocked on the door, before opening it and walked in. He handed the note to the teacher who told him to take a seat at the empty table at the back. He walked towards the back and was happy to sit right next to the window.
As he seated himself, girls started to whisper and giggle, starring at Dante, and he heard the word 'bad boy' among the crowd of his admirers.
The teacher continued with his class and Dante started to concentrate on the content.
Dante wasn't someone who put a lot of work in studying, mainly because he just understood what teachers taught him, making his life much simpler in that regard. He never bothered with homework, which cost's him detention almost everyday, but class tests he aced with ease. His mother had him tested once on demand of his old teachers who complained to her about his laziness and his lack of effort when it came to participating in class. It turned out little Dante was a sort of a kid genius with a high IQ.
The morning dragged on and Dante grew bored of class as he went from physics, to history. He introduced himself again to the history teacher and took a seat towards the back of the class again.
"So you're the new kid everyone's been talking about." Said a male voice.
It came from a very fake tanned looking guy with straight blond hair, which Dante guessed to be filled with expensive hair product to the point of making it look greasy.