*Author's note thingy: This is my first time writing anything other than poems and whatnot. Feedback is highly welcomed and I would really appreciate it. I don't have an editor, but am looking for one. I hope you enjoy.
All characters are real, though the scenes and actions described are fiction. For the purpose of identity, names and ages have been altered.*
It's the beginning of the school year, and already I'm looking forward to going home for the summer. I hated August more than I hated the other months; nothing but humidity and gross bugs flying about. As I made my way to my first and only course of the day, Biology, I thought back to the moments leading up to this day.
I'd fought with my mother for months about my going to college even though it would cost her so much, even with the loans and grants. I was going to refuse until the bitter end, until the end came sooner than I thought it would. A day after we had been arguing non-stop about me going, my mother had stormed out of the house and had taken a drive. She never came back. The call I had received hours later crushed me, and I made my decision to fulfill her dreams of me going to college and doing something great.
I clutched the necklace that hung around my neck. 'Best Mom' was the charm that hung from it. She'd been wearing it, and now I always wore it.
"Ashton!"
I jumped slightly at the sound of my name, having been caught up in my own little world like usual. I whipped my head around to see Violet sprinting towards me.
I'll still never understand how she and I became such close friends.
Violet Brycen, 2 years my junior, with baby-girl pink hair and matching eyes. She was mostly albino, with a little Irish in her, so she had some freaky looking freckles that stood out against her nearly transparent skin. But that made her unique. She also had a strange aura about her, and was, in her own weird way, pretty attractive. She'd been the talk of the class since we met a few years back, and always had boys trailing after her. Sometimes even girls. I admit I had a bit of a crush on her myself, but we were so close that I'd never told her. I would hate to ruin what we had. She'd told me, anyway, that she was interested in someone.
As she came up to me, I couldn't help comparing us, like I always do. She towered over my short 5'4" athletic frame, topping out at nearly 5'8", willowy like a young tree. Compared to her, I looked like a tanned cheerleader, though I was still ghostly white. My jet black hair and piercing blue eyes made me look just as much as a freak as Violet did. That's probably why we became so close.
"Hellooo-ooo, earth to Ash!" Came Violet's voice again. I realized I'd been zoning out again.
"Sorry, what was that, Vi?"
"I saaaaaaid, we're going to be late if you don't get a move on, midget. Bio starts in, like, 5 minutes!" She was whining again. "All the good seats are gonna be goneeee!"
I rolled my eyes and gave her a shove. "Let's get moving, freak!"
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We were the last ones in the room as the bells rang through the building. Huffing and puffing, and nearly exploding with laughter, we made our way to the front, where the only seats left were.
I sheepishly kept my gaze away from the glowering old man staring at us like we'd just trampled all over his precious garden or something. I plopped down in a seat, Violet beside me.
Just as old man, who I later learned was Mr. Jacobs, was about to get started, the door in the corner of the room opened and in walked, dare I say it, a goddess.
I kid you not.
My jaw dropped fast enough to crack.
In walked in the most beautiful creature I'd ever laid eyes upon.
She was petite, a few inches, maybe more, shorter than I was. But filled to the brim with voluptuous curves. The black band-tee she wore did nothing to disguise the massive yet modest bosom she was sporting. Her jeans snugged her hips and delicious legs as if they'd been painted on her. She walked with a confidence in her that only added to her sex appeal. Her hips swayed while she walked and it just made you want to follow her forever just to watch her strut. That wasn't even the best part.
Flaming red hair that curled around her ears framed the most angelic face as if Michael Angelo himself had crafted her. Her nose slightly pointed at the tip, giving her a cute mouse look, god it was adorable. Her lips were curved up into the most sensual smile I'd ever seen, and it stopped my heart. But my heart broke into a sprint when my eyes finally saw hers.
They were the deepest evergreen, sparkled with intense lighter green shades, it was like her eyes were the greatest forest, and I felt myself get lost in them instantly. She was an angel, a pure, one of a kind, angel.
Our eyes met as she approached the sour old man and I dropped my gaze immediately, heat rising to my face, ears, and chest so fast I felt dizzy.
This was insane! Sure I was a lesbian, but she had me nearly creaming in my seat by just walking into the room and looking at me.
I heard her voice as she spoke to the man, and I shuddered. It was so seductive, so deep and alluring. I'd die if she spoke to me like that.
Peeking up through my bangs, I saw her looking my way and, oh god, walking towards me. I realized there was just one empty seat left, and to my luck it was right next to me. I started trembling.
Violet gave me a nudge and I could see her grinning at me. But I saw her eyes, too. They were...Pissy. She looked immensely pissed out, though not at me. I followed her gaze and was a little more than surprised to see the angel before me looking nearly the same way. They were glaring at each other as the beauty took her place beside me.
The glaring contest continued as the lecture started up again. I could feel both women looking at me now, and I could see Violet move closer to me in her seat.
I shrank in my seat slightly, trying to disappear. Or at the very least not puke or pass out.
I tried hard to keep my gaze away from either woman beside me, but found my eyes straying towards the beautiful red-head. I glanced down at the paper on her desk to see a name scribbled elegantly across the top. Victoria. I shivered and snuck a peek up at her. I blushed violently when I saw she was looking straight at me. I dropped my gaze immediately and tried to focus on the lecture old man was giving.
It went in one ear and out the other.
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Before I knew it, the 3 hour lecture was over. I hadn't heard a word of it since Victoria walked in.
I jumped when the bell finally rang and looked up at Violet, clearly bewildered.
"No worries, I took notes for you." She said with a knowing grin, her eyes still conveying some harsh emotion.
I groaned. "Your handwriting is so shitty! It's going to be impossible to copy it." I whined, gathering my cluttered notebook and pens together, the angel beside me momentarily forgotten. It wasn't long, though, maybe a minute, before she made herself known again. I felt her hand on my shoulder.
I flinched away and ended up whirling around so fast I fell back against Violet, who held me close to her in a protective manner.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!" Victoria gasped, clearly apologetic. Her slightly pouty expression drove a stake right through my heart and I was suddenly grateful for Violet holding me, because my knees had gone weak.
"I-It's fine.." I managed to squeak out, trying to straighten up, my face beet red.
"I overheard your conversation...You can use my notes if you would like to?" She offered. Oh man, she was offering me her notes. I felt like I'd just scored a touch-down.
"S-Sure!" I stuttered out gratefully, reaching out for her outstretched notes. Just as I grasped them, Violet was yanking me by my hoodie.
"Well thanks for your help with MY," Violet began, using more emphasis than necessary, "friend, but we need to be on our way now." She finished, still dragging me towards the door. I stumbled backwards, shyly waving good-bye to Victoria before she was out of sight. By the time I got Violet to calm down enough to let me walk on my own, we were already out in the parking lot.
I huffed, out of breath from having been dragged around at Vi's pace.
"Wha....what was that all about...Vi?" I sputtered out, a little angry with her. "She was just trying to be nice!"
"She was totally hitting on you!" Violet spit at me, angrier than I've ever seen her. I flinched away from her, startled.
"Dude...she wasn't...Relax, man. Okay? It's alright." I tried soothing her, hugging her around the waist the way I knew she liked. She relaxed immediately and wove her arms around me, bear-hugging me until I squeaked to be released.
She let me go, taking my hand instead and walking me to her car with her.
"I don't like her is all. She was looking at you weird ever since she saw how you looked at her, and I'm scared she's gonna try something." Violet was grumbling as we walked. I felt somewhat flattered.
"Vi..." I peered up into her light pink eyes. "Are you jealous?"
I struck gold.
Her face turned bright red within seconds and she had to look away from me, something she only does when she's uncomfortable or embarrassed. I giggled childishly.
"You are! Come on, she doesn't even know my name. She's just a total babe who's probably gonna be a whore later. I mean come on, did you see those huge tits?! All the guys are gonna be hounding after her!" I kept at it until Violet was able to look at me, smiling playfully.
"These are way better, though." She teased, reaching around me and groping my tiny-in-comparison-B cup's. I squealed and smacked her hands, laughing.
"Perv! Geez. You're just jealous mine are bigger and you have nothing more than pierced nips!" I roared at her, attacking her arm with my fists. We were both giggling non-stop as we clambered into her car.
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It wasn't until I was in my dorm room that I took out Victoria's notes. I hadn't thought about them all evening because Vi had taken me out to dinner to celebrate our first successful day of college together.
Looking at them now, I could really appreciate her sophisticated handwriting. It was so feminine, but not. It looked lovely. I realized I'd read an entire page without actually taking in anything, and tried to focus. As I turned the page, I caught a whiff of something sweet.