The veins of the student body were clogged, as was typical. Most of the congestion was built of frilly, well-dressed cheerleaders stopping to chat with athletic, prideful jocks. Weaving through the clog were the few students that wished to get to their classes on time. Paused in one of the alcoves was a particularly popular youth with a lengthy blonde pony-tail and blue eyes that could entrance any girl they ensnared in their hold.
Beside him were two of his closest friends with which he was deep in conversation. They were chuckling in low voices over some recent event when they were interrupted by the most unlikely of people. He was a leather-clad figure that could be described by one word, gothic, but frightening came to mind as well. The dark figure had a heavily worn sketchbook tucked under one arm and an evil smirk playing at his lips, �Hello Ace.� Loraina High School�s leading quarter back furrowed his brow at this sudden and strange interaction, �Hello.� �I have a question for you. If you died, would you miss the prom?� Startled, Ace nodded, �Well�Yes.� The pierced and tattooed teenager grinned wider, �Would your date have to find some one else to go with?�
At this point, the jock was unsettled and his words began to falter, �Y�Yes.� The other football players standing with him prepared to move if the punk tried anything, but he only put a hand on Ace�s shoulder, �I�ll do it for her sake.� With a mischievous look, the Goth turned on his heel and disappeared in the crowds of the hall. The green-eyed half back spoke quietly in his wake, �Who the hell was that?� Ace sighed, �My brother.� |
