"So this is my new school." Thought Salem skeptically as she looked around the spacious building. She glanced about at all the students and sighed.
'Bitch, bitch, bitch, douche, I don't even know, bitch, douche..."
She shook her head as if to clear it. She knew she shouldn't be so judgemental, but it was part of her guard, part of the wall she had so carefully constructed around herself.
Deciding to ignore the student body entirely, she pulled out her trusty tablet, a key factor in appearing not to care. She clicked onto her favorite blogging site to see if the long awaited update had been posted yet. Ahh, it had! At three in the morning to be exact. She sighed again, this time in contentment. The Hopeless Muse was one of her favorite bloggers, not to mention authors. She read the newest post at breakneck speed, enjoying every second of the story. She wished she had such a way with words, but her art would have to do.
Newly bored, Salem decided to give her classmates another try. She glanced up from her screen and her green eyes instantly connected with the alluring dark ones of a slender girl who appeared to be staring at her with great intensity. The girl immediately flushed and turned away, appearing rather embarrassed. Salem laughed to herself. The girl was quite cute. Now it was her turn to blush. Such thoughts on the first day of school would get her nowhere, not to mention devastated when they would assuredly be moving again. Still...she seemed to be such an introverted thing, would talking to her really hurt? Besides, the girl had seemed to be interested enough in her. It was settled, she was going over there.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat to get the attention of the still-blushing girl.
The flushed brunette turned, looking startled.
"H-hi," she stammered
"Hello," said Salem cordially.
"Are...you new here?"
"That I am. And I decided to come talk to you because I don't know anyone anyway."
"...I don't think you want to do that..."
"And why not?"
"I'm not the best person to hang around if you want to be liked."
"Who says I want to be liked? Screw those judgemental asshats," she extended her hand, "I'm Salem by the way, and you are?"
Violet took her hand, giving it a shake, and Salem noted the nail marks on her palm. She must have nervous habits. Against her better judgement, she couldn't help but notice that Violet became even prettier when she smiled.
"Oh, Salem," she thought to herself, "You're only going to cause yourself trouble."