Demetria's POV

Today was just like every other day, at least to me it was. To other people it would be the exciting day they finally get to go to high school, for me it was just another day of only the teachers noticing me. That's right, only the teachers acknowledged my presence. Other students either did notice me and didn't care or just pretended like I wasn't there. Honestly, I couldn't care less if they did or not. If they did notice, ok, if they didn't, who cares? So I got up, stretched, brushed my teeth, took a shower, put on an outfit and walked down stairs to get something to eat. I grabbed an apple, a bagel and walked out, locking the door behind myself. If your wondering what I look like, I'll tell you. I have long, thick, black hair that I always put into two pigtails. Today I'm wearing a black t-shirt with the words 'Never give in' written in bright red letters. Black jeans with my initials: D.M.S written in red as well. Black and red Vans to match even more, and to top it all off, I wore my signature black fingerless gloves. A lot of black and red, I know but that's just my style. I'm not goth, or emo, I just like black and red. Enough about my appearance, continuing with my first day. I walked down the street to the priso- I mean to the high school since I live like a block away from there (ironic huh?). I pushed the doors of Lincoln High School, and walked in. Unexpectedly, everyone stared at me. I just shrugged it off and walked to the office to get my schedule, locker number, and combination. I asked the secretary for all of it and she gave it to me with a smile. I returned the smile, and walked away. I looked at my locker number then the combination. I found my locker with ease: locker 249. Locker combination: 6,12,24. I opened my locker and stuffed my backpack in. We'd get our books in class. I checked my schedule for what classes I had: English, Spanish, French, math, lunch, history, computers, art, music, and gym. Out of all those classes, music's my favorite. In music, I just shut myself off and I'm away from the noisy, annoying world. In music, I don't have to worry about anything, it's my own little world-no scratch that. My own little sanctuary. Anyways, I was at my locker, when all of a sudden a boy walked up to me. Oh, it was just Johnny and his stupid goons. Great, another thing to ruin my day. "Hey, babe. Whatcha up to?" Johnny said. I didn't answer, I didn't even glance at him. I just continued putting my stuff in as if he wasn't there. He slammed my locker shut. "Hey I'm talkin' to you!" Once again I just pretended like he wasn't there. That is until he grabbed my wrist. I screamed and flipped him. Then, I leaned down really close and said "Touch me again and I'll do more than just flip you." And with that I walked away, to my first class. The rest of the day went on with a drag. Oh well, I guess I'm used to it. First period wasn't too bad, neither was second or third. Forth period was normal, but lunch... was quite annoying. All lunch period some kid named Ryan kept trying to talk to me! I mean I don't want to sound rude, but I'm not exactly the person most people like to talk to, so I'd rather not talk to anyone. Including Ryan. It started with me going to find a table to sit at ALONE. Next thing I know there's a kid in front of me, asking if I wanna sit with him! Not that I had time to react, considering he grabbed my arm and pulled to an empty table. He seemed like a nice guy and all but I just wanna be alone. Simple as that. I.want.to.be.ALONE. I guess I've gotten use to people not wanting to talk or even associate with me. So that's why I can barely talk to him. "Hi I'm Ryan, Ryan Johnson. What's your name?" He asked. "I..m-my n-name is d-Demetria, Demetria Sanchez." I managed to stutter out. "Well Demetria, it's very nice to meet you." He said. "I-it's nice to meet you too." I replied. Why do I keep stuttering it's not like I'm into this guy. I'm not...right? Pft. Of course I'm NOT. I mean why on Earth would I like him?! I mean there's nothing wrong with him or anything, it's just I didn't like boys in the past so why should I like boys now? I mean yeah, Ryan's cute, and funny and really nice and easy to talk to...BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I LIKE HIM! Ugh, since it doesn't seem like he's going to leave me alone anytime soon I guess I'll hang out with him. Surprisingly, Ryan and I have a lot in common. Both our two favorite colors are red and black, we both like the same bands, we both think art and music are about being creative and showing the world there's more than just technology, and we both have a guitar hidden in our lockers. Maybe he's not as bad as I thought. "Okay, so what are you best at even if you don't like to do it?" Ryan asked me. "Hm, I've never thought about that...but I'd have to say gym. Even if I love music and art wayyy more, my best strength is gym." I said, while laughing. "Wow, my best strength is multiple languages." he replied. "Cool, you'll have to teach me some day." I said, smiling at him brightly. "I'd be glad to." he replied, smiling just as brightly. We were having a great moment, but as always it had to be ruined by none other than Johnny and his goons. "Hey, sir-dorks-a lot! What do you think you're doin' hittin' on my girl?!" Johnny said to Ryan. That made me angry. "Hey, I wasn't hitting on her, we were just having a friendly conversation. So just calm down, okay?" Ryan replied, politely. "Yeah, well I don't care. No one goes talkin' to my girl and makin' her laugh like that, especially not a scrawny, dorky, little twerp like you. Got it?" Johnny said to Ryan, getting in his face. And that just did it. "For the last time, I AM NOT YOUR GIRL! SO DON'T GO CALLING ME YOUR GIRL AND TELLING PEOPLE WE'RE TOGETHER WHEN WE'RE NOT NOR WILL WE EVER BE AND I HONESTLY CAN'T STAND YOU! SO THE NEXT TIME YOU DECIDE TO BE THE IDIOT YOU ARE AND CALL ME YOUR GIRL, YOU BETTER BE PREPARED FOR WHAT I'LL UNLEASH ON YOU, 'CAUSE I SWEAR I WON'T HOLD BACK! GOT IT?!" I yelled at Johnny, quite angrily. He just looked at me shocked. I took a fake step forward and he and his goons ran. Everyone was staring at me, but I didn't care. I grabbed my bag and left the cafeteria, not caring what anyone thought and ignoring the calls from Ryan for me to come back. I just went to my next class and did what I always do in school, not talk to anyone and pay attention. Every period was going fine, even though in eighth period I painted a picture of Ryan...but that was only because I wasn't paying attention when the teacher said to paint something you like! Anyways, it was eighth period that really got to me. Usually I love going to music, and this time wasn't any different at first, then my favorite teacher from my old school who transferred to this school decided to single me out in class. She gave us all headphones with different songs on them to see if we could identify them at the end of class, and she said we could sing to them if we wanted to. So of course since I love music and singing, I sang along to my song which just so happened to be 'The Only Exception' by my favorite band Paramore. So while I was singing my teacher, Mrs. Johnson, decided to pause everyone else's song so they could listen to me. By the time I figured out what happened, my song was over and everyone was staring at me. Especially Ryan. I blushed and sunk into my chair, glaring at Mrs. Johnson. And do you know what she did? She just smiled at me. The next thing I knew the whole class was clapping and smiling. Okay...didn't expect that. Then, the bell rang. 'Hallelujah!' I thought. I grabbed my bag and quickly walked out of the classroom. Thank goodness I only had one more class left. Gym. My least favorite period and yet I excel at it. Why do I dislike gym so much? Oh that's because I somehow always get picked for a demonstration or something! I always go up to see everyone staring at me...And I hate it! Hopefully this time I won't be picked. But as fate always does, I was picked. We were climbing the ropes today. We had to climb to the top, ring the bell and then get back down. Sounds simple right? Ha-ha no. Most people fainted, couldn't even climb an inch, did climb to the top but let go before they rang the bell, climbed to the top and rang the bell but were so happy they let go and fell, and then there was me. You see I may not like sports much, but I'm still great at it. So I grabbed the rope, climbed up, rang the bell and then slid down with ease looking unamused, while others were staring at me in awe. I just rolled my eyes and walked back to the bleachers. When I sat down on the bleachers and leaned back, I closed my eyes and tried to block out the noisy cheers for the 'popular' kids. However, when I opened my eyes I saw Ryan right front of my face! He was so close, I could feel his breath on my face. I blushed and noticed he was blushing too. 'What the--What does he think he's doing?!?' I thought, but when he leaned in closer, I couldn't help but lean in as well. We were about an inch away from each other and our lips were about to touch, when the bell rang. Almost immediately, I snapped out of it. I turned bright red, pushed him away and ran out of gym. I went to my locker, unlocked it, grabbed my stuff and quietly exited the building. 'Thank goodness that's over.' I thought. I went home, ran upstairs, took a shower, did my homework, and thought about what happened today before I went to sleep. 'Was Ryan really trying to kiss me? Or was it just some sick prank or something? I mean he only met me today, what could he possibly know about me? That was rude of me to run off today and just leave him there, more than once. Maybe I should give him a chance to actually get to know me. Who knows maybe we'll be more than friends.' I thought as I slowly drifted off to a peaceful sleep. Today wasn't such a bad first day.