From the moment they stepped on school property, I could tell one thing – they were the definition of black and white. Even as blurry forms I could see their pale, pale skin all covered in black. The three of them were walking Goths (something that I haven't had the pleasure of witnessing as the people in my town were as ordinary as it could get).

They seemed to have a serious conversation if I could judge from the scowls on their faces once they got close enough for me to see their features.

What I didn't expect was for them to be drop dead gorgeous. My mind froze and all I could think was 'wow'.

Three of them had a... glow to them that made them almost look otherworldly. Two of them were most likely a pair of twins; their resemblance was sticking – from their dark red hair, big doe eyes, strong jaw to the way their faces were scrunched up in distaste. They were even the same height!

After a second of appreciation for their shared beauty, my attention was on the guy between the two. He... now he was the definition of my perfect man – tall and handsome. He was towering over his companions with at least four inches, his hair was shorter than the other boy's, which was pulled up in a messy bun, and pitch black. Where the others' features were sharp, his were soft. What was unique about him was his eyes. I've only seen people with that kind of shape in my many k-dramas.

See, in my town there was little to no diversity. All of the population here could be described as "basic white bitches". Sure, some got tan as if trying to be black, the Arnold's were all gingers with hair so orange they were practically living carrots, but that was about it.

Seeing someone of Asian decent was kind of cool. However, I truly felt sorry for this guy. The people here were racists.

I watched as his pink lips suddenly pulled into a smirk, his scowl long gone. That snapped me out of my thoughts and I realized I was shamelessly staring at him as though he was a piece of meat. A very hot piece of meat.

My whole face flushed, my eyes as big as saucers. I slapped a hand over my – drooling – mouth. Ah shit, I haven't even talked to them and they probably already think I am a creep. Just my luck.

The blessing to mankind said something to the twins and they all turned to look at me. The girl smiled broadly while her sibling continued to show his displeasure of whatever (probably going to school, I feel you).

They walked towards me. They walked towards me. At that point I was in a full panic mode.

I quickly grabbed my backpack from the ground where I had dropped it in my stunned state, turned around and casually walked into the main hall. There was not a trace left of my confidence earlier today. Damn that nap, it was like a mood switch.

Not waiting to see if they had followed me, I speed walked to my class. I opened the door with shaky hands, completely ignored the scolding of the teacher for being late and some shit, and sat on my desk. As my ass made contact with the hard, cold surface of the wooden chair, I dropped my head on the desk with a loud "thump" noise that may or may have not startled a few students around me.

I let out a breath and made a promise to myself. I was going to talk to them during lunch break.

Okay, so maybe I was a coward. I might have also lied to myself that I'd actually confront complete strangers. Like hell I would do that. They could be just like everybody else and make up some rumors about me stalking them – which I didn't do, nope. I wasn't taking any chances. I wasn't big on risking stuff, living on the edge and that type of bullshit. I liked playing safe, with as much minimal effort as it was possible.

For the rest of the classes before the break I was avoiding the new students like they'd gut me and sell my organs on eBay. The bad side of my genius plan was that I wasn't good at avoiding people. I stuck out too much. Maybe it was my frantic moves, the people pointing at me, or maybe it was that they were basically trying to hunt me down. Wherever I was, around the corner would be them, waiting to pounce on my defenceless self.

I was starting to wonder who was the real creep here – me or them. I bet my pocket money it was them.

I felt like a small prey hiding from a predator, or in my case predators. A whole three of them. And it wasn't like I was small either – I was standing tall at 6' – I was just insignificant.

I had been told, by myself, that I tended to overreact. I definitely did, but this time I swore I had a reason to! Hell, they could be serial killers looking for their next victim. I had nothing to lose and nobody would miss me, but fuck, I had some time before I died. I wanted to live my life to the max, meaning eating whatever my heart desired and regretting my poor choices instead of doing something about them.

The whole "bucket list" Trevor suggested turned out to be a "not-gonna-do list". Yeah well, tough shit. Sorry, Trevor.

I was currently in maths class, anxiously looking at the clock above the white board. It was about time for the bell to ring, announcing the beginning of the momentary freedom within our prison for seven hours a day.

I chewed on my lip, my hand clutching at the strap of my backpack, getting ready to run as fast as I could to my special place

Then the bell rang. It was time for the Hunger games: highschool edition.