Valkryie Evans walked through the double doors of Jefferson High. It was her first day back from spring break. The halls were oddly quiet. The teenagers, sparse and spread out.. It was an unusual twist to the normally loud and crowded enviroment she was used to. Nevertheless,Valkryie was content with her surroundings. It was refreshing not to be lost in a sea of jocks and cheerleaders.
She made her way over to her locker, spinning the lock before opening it. Sitting her bag down on the floor by her feet, she reached for the top shelf and pulled out her Calculus text book.

" My God, do you own anything other then black? "

Val sighed, wishing she had something to drown out that nails on a chalk board voice. So much for the peace and quiet. She hadn't been back at school more then 5 seconds, and already Samantha Terry had started in on her.

" Good morning to you too."

" It'd be a good morning, if I didn't have to see your ugly face."

" Really? Can't you find someone else to annoy? " She asked, turning to face her.

Samantha crossed her arms. " I guess I could go bother.. [i]Dean[\i].. How is he, by the way? "

Val's expression hardened. Her brown eyes shrinking to slits. " Fuck you.. "

" Dean allready has. Many, many, times."

" You're a fucking bitch... "

" Don't I know it." Samantha chuckled. Val rolled her eyes and gathered her things before storming off.

Why did she always let that skank get under her skin?
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When the last bell rang, Valkryie sprinted to her locker. She grabbed what she needed and headed for the nearest exit. All she wanted to do was go home, and hybernate in her room. The place she felt safest.

" Hey, Val! "

Val spun around, wondering who could be calling for her. Other then her occasional banter with Samantha, nobody really talked to her. In fact, most of the students made it a point to stay away from her. She was different from everyone. And in Jefferson, being different was frowned upon.

Coming from the weight room, was Dean. But by the time Val realized that, it was too late for her to dip out. She sighed and crossed her arms.

" What do you want ? "

" I wanted to make sure you were ok..."

" Huh? "

Dean rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. " I, uh... heard about what Sam said this morning."

Val rolled her eyes. " Good bye, Dean. "

Dean reached out, gently grabbing for her arm.

" Wait, please don't go."

" You honestly think a stupid remark like that hurt my feelings? Please.. It takes alot more then that to break me. "

Dean stared intently at her, his beautiful green eyes boaring into hers.

" Val.... it's me your talking to.. you don't have to hide your feelings.. "

"Oh give me a break.." She scoffed.

" What? " he asked, pulling away from her.

" Stop acting like you actually care about my feelings."

" What the hell are you talking about? I've always cared about your feelings."

" Oh really? Where was your caring deminor when you told me to stop dressing like I had a penis? " Dean tried to respond, but she cut him off. " Where was it, after I decided to take you back after prom night and the very next day I caught you screwing around with Samantha?! "

Dean stood there, visibly speechless.

Val scoffed again, shaking her head.

" Yea, that's what I thought.." But before Dean could plead his case, Val had allready made her way out of the building.
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Val tossed her bag into the passenger's seat and slid into her car. ' He's such a douche bag' she thought, starting the engine. She looked up and adjusted the rear veiw mirror. For a split second, she thought she saw a guy in the reflexion. But when she turned around, noone was there.

Val shook her head and put the gear shift into reverse. She just needed to get home, it had been a long day and she was tired...

Notes

*Re-written* Please leave feedback and let me know if I should keep it or kill it. Bare with me. This is my first Andy Biersack / BVB story and I am really nervous. I get the premise for this story is a little cliche but please give it a chance. Comment, subscribe and rate! Thanks!