Welcome Romeo

Yes, in case you haven't realized yet, Devon , the previous prep, is now Romeo, the badass Goth boy. Oh yeah. That just happened.

The entire classroom stared at him in disbelief. This was crazy!

"Um…Any reason for the change?" Mr. Greenling asked nervously, as if he was afraid the strange boy might jump him. Destroy him. Kill him. 

He shrugged. You could hear the humor in his voice. "I guess you could say I had a change of heart." 

A deadly silence rolled over the class. It was ear shattering. Sort of contradicting…hmm…and ear shattering silence. I could use that for a poem or something.  But anyway, it was all so strange.

Mr. Greenling just stared at him, as if he was some sort of strange mutant who had invaded his classroom. Blondie had always been Mr. G’s favorite student. Of what I knew of the guy, he was a charmer. He always managed to woo the teachers, whether it was with grades or personality. Though that was really all I knew. That, and the fact that he was an irrevocable man-w***e. They say change is good for a person, but this….this was just…so crazy! 

                “Looks like we are gonna reign supreme!” Raven giggled, amused at her own wit. Esmerelda nudged me.

                “See, now it’s easy. He’s already one of us, now you just gotta get him to be with us!”
                I sighed. “I’m not sure if it’ll be that easy.”

                “Why? What’s wrong?”

                I hadn’t told them about him asking me out. I hadn’t seen a reason to. Man, this just keeps getting freakier and freakier… I dismissed my curiosity and decided to listen to Mr. G. He was still discussing the synthesis process of cellular respiration when the bell rang. I looked up to Devon’s seat. He was still sitting there, unmoving. He finally stood and began walking towards the door. But he didn’t make it far. A girl with curly brown hair stopped in front of him. She was joined by a pair of blondes. Each girl’s eyes were swollen red and puffy, tears staining their cheeks. He stopped in front of them, but said nothing.

                “D-Devon? What happened to you?” the brunette, who was obviously the leader of the prissy-a*s trio, bawled. “You’re hair! You’re clothes…you in general! You’re different! What happened?”

                He remained silent for a moment. At this angle, his hair covered his face, preventing me from reading his expression. I didn’t need to.

                “Move.”

                His voice was solid and strong. Angry. Fierce. It showed he wasn’t afraid to hurt feelings. He’d do whatever it took to get what he wanted. I couldn’t help but smile. He’s got the look and the attitude. This should be easy.

                “W-what did you say?” Blondie 1 squeaked. He lowered his face dead even with hers. For anyone merely observing, it appeared as if he was going to kiss her. But that wasn’t the case.

                “I. Said. Move.”

                The power and emphasis he released with the word ‘move’ even made me step back a pace or so. He was clearly irritated. I liked it. The preps cried even harder and ran out into the hall. He rolled his eyes and continued walking.

                I heard Essie’s impressed whistle. I turned to face her. Her arm was propped on my shoulder in a nonchalant way. “This one’s got some fire in him. Want me to handle it?”

                “No,” I grinned. My confidence filling to the brim. “I got him.” I walked away from beneath Essie’s arm. “I’ll be right back.”

                I quickened my pace only a little. It was enough to catch up but not quite enough to show desperation. His walk was calm and cool. Uncaring and uninterested.

                “Hey, Devon!” I called. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even show any sign of hearing me. “Hey, Devon! Didn’t you hear me?” I quickened my pace and placed a hand on his shoulder. His stop was so sudden I slammed into his back. His shoulder’s were tense beneath my hand. He refused to look at me.

                “What?” he growled. It was an empty ‘what’. An apathetic ‘what’. A ‘what’ that contained enough concealed rage a master of disguise couldn’t hide it. I quickly returned my arm to my side.

                “The others and I were wondering if you wanted to hang with us at lunch or something. Ya know. Just stick around.”

                He paused. Thinking it over. Gotcha! I thought eagerly. Then, his laugh broke the silence. My smile disappeared. Uncertainty and confusion swept over me like a title wave. There was something else there. It wasn’t quite strong enough to be fear, but it was just as gut wrenching. It wasn’t an amused laugh. It was a cold one. Disheartened. Venomous. It cut through me like a blade, slicing at my core. It was so weird.

                “What’s so funny?” I asked, offense beginning to take control of my senses. What had I done that could have possible made him react this way?

                “Why the hell would I hang out with someone as stupid as you?” Humor crept into his voice. Not the good kind either. I was completely taken aback. What could I say to this?

“What did you say? What the hell is wrong with you, a*****e?” I snapped. He laughed even harder. That cold, miserable, dry laugh. It sent chills down my spine. He just shook his head and walked away, not seeming to care about my presence. I wasn’t letting this go. I ran up to him and grabbed his shoulders, turning him around to face me. I was breathless. 

My mind fogged back to that day. The wild, nervous look in his eyes. The unsure way his hands shook as he fumbled to get the words right. That was the guy I knew. The man w***e who was too big of a p***y to perform a practical joke. That guy was gone. This boy was enraged, taunting me with his eyes…his eyes…That day…Yes. I remember. They were blue. A bright, electric blue. Now they were green. A dark disturbing, near grassy green. They stared at me, anger yet understanding flaring in their pupils. 

“Why would I want to hang out with someone who doesn’t even take the time to learn my name?” he said harshly. The force of his words caused me to release him. I stood there, staring doe-eyed at the ground. I said nothing as he brushed past me, completely knocking me into the wall. I just stood there. I knew those words. The very words I had told him that day. S**t! I growled. 

“Hey, baby!”

I looked up into Draco’s eyes. He was smiling, his blonde hair reflecting in the fluorescent light. I couldn't help but return his affection. I gave him my biggest smile possible and wrapped my arms around his waist. 

"Hello, love," I grinned, providing him with my fake british accent. He kissed me on the tip of my nose. 

"Shall I escort you to class?" 

I nodded and took his hand in mine, trying my hardest to hide whatever emotions were stirring inside me. We walked down the hallway together, silent. Good. That helped me out a lot. I couldn't let him know anything was wrong and risk him worrying about me. yeah, right. Don't flatter yourself. Like he'd be concerned,my inner voice scolded. Fine…he wouldn't waste his time being concerned, but I know he'd be annoyed if I started whining about my day. I knew he probably didn't care. I couldn't blame him though. Besides, even if he did want to know, it wasn't like I would be able to tell him, I couldn't explain it. S**t. I could really use a joint right about now.