Deviant

Phoenix's POV
I woke up to the sound of drums. They echoed across the desolate streets, warning everyone of the guards' approach. "Shit." I muttered, flying out of bed like I had just been set on fire. I showered, most likely setting the world record for fastest shower ever taken. I was probably in there for about 30 seconds.
Then, I got dressed. I put on a sparkly black sleeveless tunic that read "YOU CANNOT DESTROY ME" in big gold letters. Underneath it, I wiggled into some ripped black skinnies. I stared into my closet, looking for the perfect pair of shoes. Finally, I found them. They were black wedges with gold stars on the backs. I went and straightened my red, shoulder length hair. I clasped a choker around my neck. It was one of my favorites. It was a black ribbon with a pentagram on it.
Finally, it was time for gloves. I looked down at my arms, feeling sick with disgust as I stared at the crisscrossing scars that marred them. I opened the drawer, searching frantically for the ones that went to my elbows. Where were they? Suddenly, I remembered. I had left them in my locker because they had gotten soaked yesterday. They better be dry. I settled for pulling on fingerless leather gloves that had studs all over on the backs, knowing it was only a temporary problem.
I had to be careful. If Andy saw the scars, he would probably disown me. Then I wouldn't have anywhere to go, seeing as how my parents were dead. I choked back tears at the memory. It had been 5 years ago. F.E.A.R. had charged them with treason, but F.E.A.R. was lying. They killed off most of the adults that day. Only the ones who were entirely loyal to them were spared. F.E.A.R. had given Andy money, until he was old enough to work for them. Why they did that after EXECUTING OUR PARENTS I don't know.
Andy's voice snapped me out of my reverie. "Nix! Hurry! We're going to be late!" I quickly applied black lipstick, black eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, the works. I used concealer to hide my birthmark. Anything unusual was sure to catch F.E.A.R's attention, and that was the last thing we needed. F.E.A.R. could not be trusted.
"Coming!" I yelled, grabbing my black purse from my desk. I shoved the makeup into it and jumped off the top stair. I landed with a loud thud. I rolled to catch my balance and was immediately back on my feet to find Andy staring at me with an incredulous look on his face. "What?" I asked breathlessly, brushing a few stray hairs out of my face. "I'm here."
He shook his head, a grin slowly overtaking his features. "It's how you got here that worries me."

--time lapse--now they are at the school--

We pulled up to the school. I gave Andy a quick hug as we walked in separate directions. As I was approaching my locker, I felt warm breath tickle the back of my neck. I sighed. Only one person would even dare to stand that close to me. "Purdy," I growled. "If you lay one finger on me, I will bitch-slap you so hard that you will pass out." His dark chuckle vibrated through my back as he softly brushed some of my hair away from my neck. "You were warned." I said as I spun, my hand flying. It caught him on the side of the face and he stumbled backward, falling to the ground. I caught him before his head hit the ground, because he obviously didn't need any more brain damage. I quickly checked to see if I had told the truth. Yep, he was unconscious. I nearly laughed out loud as I saw the brightest handprint ever forming on his cheek. I patted it, trying to get him to wake up. His eyes fluttered, and I found myself staring at his long eyelashes. No! What was I thinking? I shook my head and hefted Ashley upright. I figured I'd better get him to the nurse, since he wasn't waking up and I couldn't just leave him lying there. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't. Andy would be furious.
The nurse, Sammi, looked up as I walked in. She gasped when she saw Ashley, holding back laughter. "What happened?" She asked, helping me set Ashley down on the table.
I shrugged, struggling to stay indifferent. "I told him that I would smack him if he touched me."
Sammi eyed me, doing the eyebrow thing that she knows I hate so much. That's what best friends are for, I guess. "Let me guess. He touched you." I nodded, rolling my eyes. She turned to the sleeping figure beside her, examining him. "How hard did you hit him?"
I grinned, finally unable to keep a straight face. "Hard. He's been out for, like, 5 minutes."
Sammi laughed. "Well, we're going to have to contact the hospital so that they can come get him."
"Okay," I said, turning towards the door. "Have fun with that. I've got to get to class." I retrieved my gloves and iPod from my locker and descended into hell.

Notes

Yeah, she's a badass.
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