How To Change Completely

Before I knew it, it was lunch. Nobody bothered me too much since the clique of girls that morning, but I definitely got stares. It was about as good as it was going to get, I guess. For once, they left me alone. These thoughts were quickly revoked when she came up to me.

She was a brunette, with stick straight hair like me, but hers was more natural looking. Her eyes were a mixture of green and brown, almost hazel. At first glance, I thought she was the image of perfection. But see, that's the thing. Humans are not perfect, and never will be. They wouldn't be human if they were perfect.

I noticed a small scar on her forehead, just below her hairline. The girl evidently tried to cover it up with make-up, but I still noticed it. She smiled at me, taking in my appearance. Before she could say anything, I said quickly, "No, I am not emo and I do not slit my wrists. Oh, and I'm not a weird hippie, either."

She looked at me oddly for a moment, and then muttered, "That's not what I was going to say." My eyebrows shot up, and I pulled out my headphones, pausing the music. Maybe this person was actually genuine.

"What is it, then?" I asked, a bit subconscious about the way that she seemed to almost inspect me.

"Oh, I just came over to introduce myself, since you're obviously new here," she said, sitting next to me, but not before wiping the bench with a cloth. I thought about what I knew about her already. So far, this girl was overly nice and a germaphobe. "I'm Ashlee."

I held up my food container with pasta in it. "Well, I'm hungry." Ashlee gave a forced little laugh and I said, "Just kidding. I go by a nickname."

"Well, what is it?" She asked. I noticed that her eyes kept flicking back to a certain table in the quad, and then it hit me. Ashlee was staring at a boy. I couldn't tell which one, though, because the table was full of them.

"I prefer Blaze."

"Blaze?" Her tone basically screamed, Weirdo! What a stupid name! I nodded confidently. I wasn't going to let this Ashlee bring me down.

After a short but awkward silence, I said, "You can go back to your table now and continue staring at that boy." Ashlee opened her mouth to speak, but I shook my head, shooing her away.

Her expression was shocked, but she turned around, leaving. I smiled a tiny bit, hating her already.

Notes

Okay. I read a few other stories. I know this isn't what you expected, but over the days, I planned this out. Yes, this is a love story, with Andy Biersack. You might be wondering how a twelve year old can fall in love with someone who is twice that. I have two words for you: time travel.