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You walked into class late, as usual. Your (h/c) hair was worn down as it typically is and you dressed yourself in a black T-shirt and scarf paired with dark skinny jeans and black leather combat boots. This also was very usual for you. You weren't exactly one for change; stubborn, hard headed and set in your ways was a better way to describe you. Although you were very open minded to other people's ways, as long as they didn't try to force them onto you.
because you were so set in your ways the move wasn't your favorite decision your father had made. But you had to deal with the fact that you were the new girl, showing up in the middle of term, late and right now everyone is staring at you like you're a new species; and you stared right on back. They stared not only because you were new but because you were seen a few days earlier after enrolling, pushing some girl aside. Truth was you bumped into her but with the telephone game we all played in kindergarten brought to real life, you had become rather infamous.
You looked around the class and immediately stereotyped everyone there, not that you meant to, it was just a bad habit. In the front right corner sat the swag fag click, the far right had the goths, in between them was occupied by whores, the preps were situated in the middle and the front rows were reserved for thee nerds and goody two shoes. The only group that caught your attention was the group of one. In the far back left corner sat a troll in a wheelchair.
Trolls appeared around the world about fifteen years ago and earned the status as an official race. You were two when they started popping up so you grew up around them.
This young troll had a lazy black Mohawk and bull horns of the standard red, orange and yellow color pattern. You noticed he wore a black shirt with a Taurus symbol on it under a grey opened sweatshirt matched with black pants. You had to admit, he was cute.
After deciding you've stared at the class long enough you made your way to the far back left corner and took a seat next to the lonely looking boy.
"Class, this is our new student (y/n). You all know what it's like to be the new kid so give her a warm welcome."
In a very mono-toned voice the class gave you a half assed welcome. "Welcome."
"Yo." You replied relaxed.
The teacher continued on with her lesson and so you kicked your feet up and closed your eyes.
Tavros P.O.V.
I couldn't help but blush when such a cute girl actually sat by me. The teacher didn't even ask her. I'm glad her eyes are closed because I'm smiling like an idiot. I wonder what she's like. . . Oh crap I'm staring! Shit Tav, pull yourself together.
Regular P.O.V.
"(Y/N). . . . (Y/N) ! The teacher called annoyed.
You sighed heavily and opened your eyes.
"Yes?"
"Can you answer what I just asked the class?"
"If you asked the class if I was trying to sleep then yes I can, and yes I was. So if you'll just excuse me. . ."
You closed your eyes again.
"No. I asked the class what they thought of eorge Washington's leadersip during the revolutionary war. But I have another question for you Miss (Y/N), if you're just going to sleep in my class then why don't you just leave?"
"Cause I don't want my old man to go to jail because I'd rather ditch then tell you that although George Washington was a great leader he was also a hypocrite. He fought for freedom but had countless slave being force to work at his plantations. I believe our country would have benefited greater if we had had a leader who fully grasped the and accepted the thought of freedom rather than bending it to fulfill his own personal needs."
The class and teacher stared at you once again but this time out of utter shock.
"What? Just because I come in late I can't have an opinion other than 'Oh he was a dedicated man' or 'Yeah, he's an inspiration'? Excuse the hell out of me."
They stared for a few more seconds until the teacher went on with the lesson. Ms.Johnson let you be for the rest of the period. When the bell signaling lunch rang everyone bustled out of the room.
This was when you started to feel lost. This was by far the largest school you had ever attended so you had trouble finding the cafeteria. When you asked a group of guys for directions they just laughed and pointed across the hall toward the special E.D. room. They received a hard punch to the liver.
The troll in the wheelchair saw your struggle and gave you a little wave. Cautiously, you dodged the other high schoolers and made your way over to him.
"Do you uh. . . need a guide?" He offered you a shy smile.
"if you're leading me to the cafeteria then yeah, I'd appreciate it man."
You pushed his wheelchair in the direction he described to youand you soon came to your destination.
"Ugh, finally." You groaned
"Hungry?" He smiled.
"Famished." You said with a slight laugh.
You two separated to get your food after making plans to sit with one another. You soon met up again at the fountain in the school's courtyard.
"I, uh. . . like what you said about George Washington in class today. I think along similar lines."
"Oh, thanks. I'm glad I'm not the only person here with a real opinion."
"I don't think I uh. . . properly introduced myself. My name is Tavros."
"I'm (Y/N). Thank you for being my lunch buddy."
"Anytime. If you need uh. . . any help finding the rest of your classes I could uh. . . help you out with that and give you a tour." He blushed a little.
"That would be fantastic. Thanks Tav. Is it alright if I call you that?"
"Sure." His bronze blush darkened a tone.
You let him see your schedule and it turned out that you had your next three classes with him. So after lunch you made your way to art class. You were excited for once because you loved art in almost every form. Your room was filled with drawings, paintings and sculptures you had created.
Like most art teachers; this one was a complete wacko. You absolutely adored him. The teacher, Mr. canini, had a ginger Mohawk and freckled were sprinkled on his face like cinnamon on a snicker doodle cookie. He was a very ironic man and you two had many ironic conversation. One or two of which were regarding his love for star wars.
~Tavros P.O.V.~
For our art lesson today, Mr. Canini just told us to draw how we felt and what we were about. He's a nice teacher to all of his students but it seemed he took a liking to (Y/N) the second she introduced herself. Maybe he heard Ms. Johnson bitching about her George Washington response. He seems like the kind of man that would appreciate her answer and get some humor out of the teacher's face. (Y/N) sat next to me again and I watched her draw what looks like an exploding human heart with music notes, paint brushes, and other things she must like flowing out of it.Crap! I'm staring again; I think she saw me.
~Regular P.O.V.
"You okay Tav?"
"Uh, yeah. I was just admiring your work."
"Oh, thank you." You blush slightly.
Mr. Canini too your sketch pad and showed your drawing to the class.
"See what Miss (L/N) has done here? She portrayed herself in her art with out being choppy and peicy. This is very well done."
The class gawked at what they saw. It's true, it was well drawn. You were actually very proud of this piece. But, being the modest person you actually were; you put your head down to hide the smile that obviously adorned your face.
The rest of the day was incredibly boring. So, you pulled out your phone and messaged Tavros who gave you his username at lunch.
c/H chumHandle started pestering
aT adiosToreador at 1:30 pm
c/H~ Hey , You Wanna Ditch School With Me Tomorrow ? ; )
aT~ uH. . . i DON'T KNOW. . . i'VE NEVER DITCHED BEFORE. . .
c/H~ C ' mon . It ' ll Be Fun !
aT~ aLRIGHT. sURE. i GUESS.
You walked home with a skip in your step. You couldn't help it, you were excited to see Tav tomorrow. You ad a little crush on the innocent troll. When you walked in the front door, your older brother Victor noticed your happiness.
"What's got you all happy and shit?"
"I met a good acquaintance at school today. We're skipping school tomorrow."
"Don't get caught."
"Alright."
He pulled out his pipe and packed a bowl.
"You want in on this?"
"Sure."
"So tell me about this acquaintance of yours."
"He's a good boy and a troll in a wheel chair, with a Mohawk and bull horns and these great orangey bronze eyes."
"Sounds like you think of him as more of an acquaintance." He flashed you a smirk.
"Not right now.' You blushed.
"So what's his name?"
"Tavros."
"Cool. Bring him by sometime."
"Maybe after we get to know each other better."
"Fair enough."
You two sparked up and smoked the night away talking about Tavros, your day at school, Victors work and other things. When you went upstairs to bed it took forever to fall asleep. You were too excited for tomorrow. But when sleep did come you were blessed with sweet dreams. A nice change for you.