Chapter 1
What fun.
Spit didn’t particularly like school dances, especially when said school dances were loud and dark. People were everywhere, covering every inch of the plank wood floor of the gym, flashing lights of pink and blue illuminating their faces. She didn’t recognize anyone, but to be fair, she was new.
She didn’t like people, and people didn’t like her.
As a matter of fact, she wasn’t “people”. She had direct orders from Lou to observe the students of Underwood high. One of the stupidest jobs she had been given, but at least it wasn’t too hard. Nothing odd seemed to be happening, though Lou seemed to be concerned about the students and some, quote “suspicious activity” that had been happening recently.
At least they couldn’t see her actual form. Highschoolers could be brutal.
The lights flashed an abnormally bright pink, scanning everyone in the crowd, making them look like dancing glow sticks.
The lights flashed blue, making all of the students look like a dancing sea, except for one. Another girl, tucked away in the opposite corner, across from Spit.
Her blonde hair was like waterfalls, pouring down her shoulders in waves. Tightly spun waves embellished with silver string, shining in the blue light like beams of moonlight.
Their eyes met. They both examined each other with a wide eyed curiosity, taking each other’s features in, like a scholar reading their school reports.
The DJ changed the music to some sort of pop song that was even more irritating than nails scraping against a chalkboard, but the students seemed to like it, nodding their heads and singing along.
Spit winced at how horrible it sounded.
So did the girl.
Their eyes connected again, this time as if they were communicating through their scleras, feeling through their pupils.
Spit was suddenly sent tumbling to the ground, the world around her spinning with blue and neon pink, like a child’s kaleidoscope.
Kids yell, pointing at her. Watching her.
‟Is she dead‟?
‟She looks dead‟
‟move‟, said a louder voice. Clearly the voice of a womens, or a boy whose hormones have not yet kicked in.
‟who knocked her down‟? Said the voice, Five Seconds of Summer still playing noisily in the background. There was a hush over all of the students, all of which seemed to be afraid to speak.
Spit felt strong, warm arms wrap around her waist, hoisting her up off of a gym floor that smells faintly of burnt rubber and dirty socks.
“Mmmhhh” was the most intelligent thing Spit could muster as her eyelids fluttered open. Her vision was slightly blurred with tears from pain. She didn’t even understand what was happening. Her head rang. Her face hurt. She was being lifted up and cradled by a stranger.
As her vision cleared slightly, she realized who it was.
The girl.
