The New Girl (closed)

[slut_in_white]

"You honestly don't have that much choice, Marissa. I understand how you feel."

With her conservative bob and pantsuit from the 80s, Marissa Hilver doubted very much that the middle-aged woman understood even the first thing about her.

And so it was that the young woman who had been raised since she was a child in the heart of New York City, ended up in a small midwestern town for her last year of high school. She'd been sent to live with her mother because her dad had been deemed "unfit" (which was bullshit, he was amazing). As far as she was concerned, she lived out the rest of her undoubtedly shitty year and then go straight back to New York once she was finished high school and they could no longer tell her where she had to be.

The first day of school was unsurprising, to say the least. Wilson was a small town in Montana, where the student body had largely grown up together since kindergarten. The sight of a new girl alone would have been enough to cause a stir. The sight of a new girl who looked like Marissa was enough to cause a firestorm of rumor. In a school where the girls never pierced more than their ears, here was Marissa with her pouty bottom lip pierced with two rings, a tongue stud and a little skull ring in her belly button. Here, where the girls all strove to be blonde bombshells, was Marissa with her long, chocolate-brown hair in choppy locks with an undercut. And here, where the only people with tattoos were the motorcycle gangs that passed through on occasion, was a girl absolutely covered in ink.

Funny thing was, she was dressed as conservatively as she ever dressed, and yet, here, she looked positively scandalous. The other girls wore their Old Navy jeans and pretty polos, while Marissa was dressed in a black tank with torn jean shorts that were just long enough to avoid getting her sent home for being too revealing. Even before class started, every guy in the hall stared openly at her while she walked to her first class, and every one of them who was there with his girlfriend got a dirty look for it. Marissa chuckled. It was like they'd never seen a real girl before. Real girl - not one of this ridiculous Barbies.

Walking into her first class, she took a seat near the back while the teacher watched her with wide eyes, looking uncomfortable. "Um, class. Please give a warm welcome to our new student, Marissa Hilver."

 

[silvertongue217]

"come on kiddo I need you"

Dylan sighed cradling his beat up old phone to his hear, with his other hand he steered his beat up old pickup into the parking lot of the school.

"Mom we have been over this" Dylan said his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he finally parked his car. He leaned back and scowled watching his peers as his mom hesitated on the other line.

"Look kid i know it sucks but... theres no one else who can do it im at work"

"Then get Missy to watch my sisters" Dylan said shaking his head "I told you i needed tonight for a writing thing"

"But son...."

"Its just some writing thing"

"Its just some writing thing"

Dylan Silver slammed his car door shut his hands shakin, he pulled his black hood up hiding his face as his hands fished out his headphones.

"Find your center" Dylan muttered to himself flicking on I miss the misery by Halestorm. HE let the music pound away as he kept his head down ignoring every one as they ignored him.

Dylan Silver was good at being ignored

They had ignored him when his dad died leaving his mom and his three little sisters alone but then again they had been ignoring him ever since he was in kindergarden. In a small midwestern town where every one knew every one it was an almost un spoken rule not to get invovled with him. With his baggy second hand clothes and his thirst to read he was weird to every one which was fine with him. See Dylan for lack of a better word wasnt one for patience and he had a bit of an angry streak.

Which got Dylan in his fair share of trouble

He kept the music going ignoring any one and every one. He was almost to first period when he felt some thing wet hit the back of his hoodie.

"Hey Old Man Silver!"

Dylans hands tightened curling into fist his knuckles white. He carefully controlled his anger continuing to walk forward.

"Hey im talking to you Nerd!"

Some thign grabbed his shoulder and the next thing he knew he was against the locker his hands on the throat of his bully Alex. The football qaurterback was trying his best to look scary even as his eyes darted to the hand Dylan had wrapped around his throat.

"Drop me Alex" Dylan said his eyes narrowing "or do you want a repeat of last year"

"Ha clearly you dont mind making your mama pay my daddy back" Alex said even as his voice slightly cracked.

"Is there an issue here?"

Dylan let go of Alex's throat noticing Mr. Harper the principal coming by. Alex did as well immediately taking a step back and putting on his most charming smile.

"Na sir" Alex said "I was just messing with Silver here"

"Uh huh" he said pushing his wire glasses up "every one should be getting to first period i would hate to have to detain the entire senior class"

Every one moved quickly Alex clapping and chuckling his cohorts. Dylan scowled at his back and turned shooting Mr. Harper a smile.

"Thanks sir" Dylan said shrugging his backpack on

"Ah your dad was the same way kid" Mr. Harper said shaking his head "got your temper from your dad just remember what happened the last time"

"yeah yeah" Dylan said shaking his head "be seeing you sir"

"See you tonight were looking forward to hearing your latest work" Mr. Harper said starting to turn to leave

"Yeah about that" Dylan said sighing "my moms working a double get some extra cash for my sisters birthday im on baby sitting duty"

"Oh" Mr. Harper said looking as if he wanted to say some thign before sighing "tell your mom I said hi" He finally said making his leave just as the bell rung.

"Yeah" dylan said looking down at his shaking fist

"Will do"

"Um, class. Please give a warm welcome to our new student, Marissa Hilver."

Dylan burst in watching as all the eyes fell on him. He heard the snickering and the pointing starting so instead he mumbled an im sorry before pushing his way to his seat. He was so intent on ignoring every one he almost missed the foot.

Almost

"OW!"

Dylan slid into his seat smirking as Alex hoped out of his seat. He mouthed one more im sorry to the teacher and cracked open his book not paying any mind to the new girl. Years of having people ignore him meant he effectively ignored people himself.

 

[slut_in_white]

Marissa wasn't paying attention with the late kid walked in and headed for his seat. At least not until she got a look at him. It was only by chance that her gaze flickered up to catch his face before he stumbled over the foot of the class asshole. This guy - with his hoodie, his worn jeans and his headphones - looked like he belonged at Marissa's old school. It took guts in a place like this to be who you were instead of being who your peers demanded you to be. She liked him already, she decided.

Then her gaze found the guy who had tried to trip him, and she snickered. Idiot thought she was laughing with him, not at him. He shot her a wink, earning her a dirty look from the bleached-blonde bimbo sitting near the front and Marissa rolled her eyes. For guys like that, high school was the best four years of your life. For guys like Hoodie over there, though? Guys like him ruled the world once the bullshit of high school was finished.

She got her book out and paid half-attention throughout most of the class. Despite the assumptions people made based on her appearance, Marissa was very bright and was actually ahead of the class, it seemed. She didn't have to pay attention to content she'd learned before. So instead, she watched Hoodie. He was scribbling in a notebook, clearly not taking notes. He was sitting one seat in front of her and she tried to peer over his shoulder at whatever he was writing, but she wasn't tall enough. So, giving up on that approach, she tore a page out of her notebook and scribbled down a message of her own:

Whatcha writing?

Then, with a grin, she crumpled it up, waited until the teacher wasn't looking, and tossed it over Hoodie's shoulder and onto his desk.

 

[silvertongue217]

After the girl sat down class resumed but Dylan paid it no mind. He was light years ahead of the class so instead he pulled out his beat up old notebook the one filled with his work. He rolled his eyes s the teacher kept going and instead began humming to himself tapping out a beat as he let the words flow out. He was so wrapped up in what he was doing he almost missed the crumpled up note landing on the desk.

What the? He picked it up turning it over in his hands. GHe glanced back scanning his piercing green eyes trying to figure out who was trying to bean him but the people behind him were glancing back looking curiously at the new girl

The new girl?

He turned unfurling it and smoothing it out his eyes furrowed as he read it assessing the contents before looking back at her.

He wrote down uh poetry why? and then crumpled it up ignoring the pointed looks he got as he tossed it back to her.

 

[slut_in_white]

Marissa was delighted that he seemed... well, not so much interested in playing her game, exactly, but at least curious about what she was up to enough that he was willing to respond. She was waiting for his response and caught it easily as he tossed it back to her.

She uncrumpled it, smoothed it out on her desk, and read the note, her tongue flickering out to toy with her lip piercing - a tick of boredom. His handwriting was nicer than hers, she observed.

Curious. What kind of poetry? Have you read Allen Gainsburg? It was a bit of a test. She wanted to see if he was the kind of person who wrote the sort of poetry most kids wrote in high school in an attempt to be "deep" or if he was the real deal. She crumpled the page back up again and tossed it back to him, smirking at the whispers their conversation was drawing. Oh what, did no one think the new girl would take interest in the weird guy at school?

 

[silvertongue217]

The next note came back questioning his knowledge. Alex Ginsburg? Was she trying to figure out if he was legit or not. He turned back raising an eyebrow at her before writing a note back. He once again made sure the teacher wasnt looking and crumpled it up turning and careful throwing it back at her.

But it never made it

Alex's hand shot out grabbing it in mid air. Dylan glared at him even as he waited for the eventual fallout. Alex took it and smoothed it out reading it before sorting and mouthing poetry at him.

Dylan narrowed his eyes bringing out his hand and then his middle finger flicking him off very deliberately. Alex glared in response but said nothing instead going back to texting on his phone.

"sorry" Dylan mouthed to the new girl noticing her for the first time

 

[slut_in_white]

Marissa had her hand up, waiting eagerly for Poetry Guy's response, when Class Asshole decided to interfere and stole the note out of midair. Fucker. Given the way he was grinning at her before, did he really think being a dick was going to impress her somehow?

Whatever.

She stuck her tongue out at the back of his head, then offered a half-shrug to Poetry Guy, smirking. She tore another page out of her notebook, scribbled down another note, and then, this time waiting until both the teacher and Asshole weren't looking, she tossed it at Poetry Guy.

333-567-8432. Text me, so dickhead can't keep interfering. What's your name?

 

[silvertongue217]

He wasnt expecting the reply back

so when it landed on his desk he turned shooting her a questioning eyebrow before unfurling it. His eyebrows went up his mouth moving up and down as he stared at the phone number. He got a girls number? for doing what? He thought to turn back and ask her but the teacher was passing out assignments moving in between them.

He waited pulling out his beat up old phone and typing out a quick message before sending it to her

careful what you say he and his girl run the school my names Dylan why the interest?

 

[slut_in_white]

Marissa snickered when she got the text, leaning back in her chair.

Oh please. They run the school, not the world. Who the fuck cares about their petty power here? I asked what you were doing because it was more interesting than what anyone else in the class was doing. Not taking notes, not trying to subtly stare at the freaky new girl. So I had to ask.

 

[silvertongue217]

snorts trust me they all peeked about four years ago but most of them already have jobs and or family businesses just waiting for them... as for the staring get used to it your the first new girl since kindergarden in every one elses eyes your fresh meat so whats your name?

 

[slut_in_white]

Marissa. And if I'm fresh meat, oh boy, they've got an unpleasant surprise waiting for them. So if everyone else finds me so fascinating, how come you don't?

 

[silvertongue217]

people dont notice me so i dont notice them..... plus i got better thigns to do then spend the whole day gawking at you and making you uncomfortable

 

[slut_in_white]

Like poetry. I never got the answer to my question, by the way. What kind of poetry?

 

[silvertongue217]

yeah i didn't.... I like ginsberg just fine but he's not really my speed as for what kind of poetry its more or less whatever i'm feeling at the time

 

[slut_in_white]

Marissa was going to respond, but the teacher looked up and caught her with her cellphone in her hand and glowered at her. "Miss Hilvers! Cell phone down!"

Marissa rolled her eyes but did as she was asked, instead doodling in her notebook until class was over. When lunch rolled around, Marissa wandered into the cafeteria to discover that the tables were split up according to clique worse than she'd expected. A few of the single popular guys waved her over, none-too-subtly checking out her ass. She ignored them, instead getting her camera out to go outside instead. She didn't spot Dylan, though, and found herself wondering idly where he was. He was the only person in this place who was a mystery, and she was interested in unraveling him.

 

[silvertongue217]

Dylan spent the rest of the day in confusion

Who was this girl? why was she so interested in him? After years of being the invisible man to have some body suddenly hsining a light on him made him nervous. He spent the rest of the day keeping an eye out for her and when lunch finally rolled around he quickly ducked into the library.

"Is some thing wrong Dylan? The sweet librarian and if he was being honest his best friend Lucy asked

"Every thing is fine Ma'am" Dylan said turning to her and shooting her a nervous smile "its just been a weird day"

"Ah" Lucy said giving him a kind smile "well your more than welcome to have your lunch here you know that"

"Thank you ma'am" he said smiling pulling out his simple lunch. He sat down and began eating keeping his back turned to the door as he always did. He pulled out his note book and began writing again as he ate humming to himself softly.

 

[slut_in_white]

It was sheer chance that Marissa spotted Dylan. She was walking around the outside of the school, pouring at how very little of interest there was around here to photograph, when she happened across an open window in the library and she spotted Dylan sitting at the table with his lunch and a book. She leaned against the windowsill, grinning, but he seemed entirely oblivious to her presence.

And then... An idea. She grinned, lifting her camera to her face, then knocked on the glass. He looked up at the sound and, before he got a chance to realize what was happening, she snapped a picture of him. Then she giggled. "Yo. You know only nerds eat their lunch in the library, right?"

 

[silvertongue217]

He was half way through when some thing caught his attention. He turned to the sound his eyes widening as she snapped off a quick picture of him. His cheeks burned in response both at her tease and at the fact she had taken his picture.

"Eating in the library is better than eating with the dregs" he shot back leaning back folding his arms and fixing her with a steely eyed look "dont you have better things to do then sneak up on people and take their picture?"

 

[slut_in_white]

She chuckled at his response. Oh, he has a sharp wit!

"Better to do? You mean eating with the dregs?" she teased, giggling. "What, don't like your picture being taken?" She lifted the viewfinder to her eye again, laughing at his reaction. "What? You're actually pretty photogenic." She motioned for him to join her. "Wanna go grab some pizza?"

 

[silvertongue217]

He snorts nodding his head as if to say touche

"Fair enough and no no i dont i dont come out well in film and am definitely NOT photogenic" He told her glancing at his crappy lunch his stomach rumbled at the mention of pizza but he turned back shaking his head "nah im actually full" he lied shooting her a smile "but i'll join you if you want" he said even as his mind screamed a big WHY to him.

 

[slut_in_white]

Marissa looked faintly surprised that he wanted to come with her, even though he didn't want any. He struck her as a quiet kind of guy, an introvert. But hey, she wasn't going to complain. She was curious about him, she liked the idea of learning more about him.

"Kay. Meet you out front?"

A few minutes later, she was left standing at the front doors, leaning against the brick wall, messing around on her phone while she waited for Dylan. When she saw him approaching, she grinned and pushed herself up from the wall. "Hey. So how come the library?"

 

[silvertongue217]

"uh sure" he said watching her leave shaking his head "what is with this girl?" He asked ot himself shrugging his backpack on and pushing the chair back. Then again the better question was....

Why was he going with?

He popped out of the door and turned noticing her and raising an eyebrow "you always ask so many questions?" He asked raising an eyebrow and walking with her.

"Because i like the quite and the space to read and write" He said "why you got some thing against libraries?"" He asked raising an eyebrow

 

[slut_in_white]

Marissa reflected his own look back at him, lifting her eyebrow. "Why do I have to have something against libraries to ask? There are plenty of places to go to be alone in a quiet place at lunch. Most libraries won't let you eat there, so it just seemed unexpected, that's all." She smirked and nudged him. "Why, is my interrogation bothering you? Tell me to shut up if you want."

She stuffed her hands into her pockets, grinning. "But as a heads up, I'm probably going to keep talking either way. I'm annoying like that. What other classes do you have? Anything good?"

 

[silvertongue217]

He raised an eyebrow watching as she stuffed her hands into her pocket. He shrugged pulling his hood down exposing his face to her as they began to walk together.

"Nah just dont mind me if im not very conversational" He finally said "i dont usually talk to people besides Lucy who is the librarian and some teachers and thats why i get to eat inside because i have friends in high places" He said snorting and looking over at her.

"Classes besides creative writing there all pretty standard" he nodded at her camera "fraid we dont have any thing in the way of photography so your out of luck in that regard at least"

 

[slut_in_white]

"You're friends with the teachers?" Marissa asked, sounding surprised. Then she paused, thinking about it. "Though, considering the sort of people we're stuck in school with, suddenly I'm feeling less surprised..."

They stepped into the pizza parlor and she inhaled. "God, I'm starving..." She headed up to the counter, then paused, looking back. "You sure you don't want anything?"