Damon, Alexis, Katelyn, Roy, Gene, Cathy
Damon Woods had never once thought about falling in love, but that damn book sure did have other ideas.
Damon Woods was not an attractive young man. His face was full of blemishes.
His eyes had dark circles under them even though he got the healthy amount of sleep.
He had a large scar spanning the length of his forehead. He was never told how he had gotten it, but he managed to figure out that as a young child he had put his head too close to a spinning potter's wheel. He knew this to be true by the similar scar on his right hand.
His hair, once the lightest blonde anyone could imagine, was now so dirty it was almost brown, but not quite there yet.
It was such a terrible color. If Damon wanted to, he could dye his hair, but despite his less than attractive appearance, he was perfectly fine with the way he looked.
He wasn't looking to appear attractive to anyone anyway. Besides, he still had managed to make friends of both sexes just fine.
Damon walked in through the front gate of Lone Oak High School.
A strange name, considering the only tree on campus was, in fact, a cherry tree.
Alexis Barber, who Damon would probably describe as his best friend, and who worked after school at the library for her community service requirements, seemed to know more about the strange coincidence.
"A lone Oak actually used to be the tree there." She had told Damon once during lunch.
She would twiddle her choppy and uneven brown hair as she explained the story, occasionally stopping to take the long strands of hair out of her mouth.
"But they.." She took some hair out of her mouth. "Bleh...."
She then turned back to Damon.
"But then there was the infamous Squirrel infestation of 2000." She informed him. "So they transplanted the oak somewhere else, and brought the cherry tree over here from Japan."
The reason Lone Oak High School could afford to do this was because despite not having a very creative name to set it apart, it was still a private academy.
There were two types of students at this academy.
The first type were students such as Alexis and Damon, who weren't particularly rich, but were able to attend thanks to either a. A scholarship, b. A parent working at the institution, giving them a great discount on tuition, or c. Both a and b.
In terms of categorizing, Alexis fell under the 'c.' category. Her mother worked at the school as a Physics teacher, and she had received a scholarship to attend the school for even less money provided that she join the Masterminds team.
Indeed, when it came to trivia, Alexis was the Queen.
Damon would fall into the 'a.' category. He had only received a scholarship, and counted himself lucky for it.
Damon's deal was similar to Alexis's. He could attend the school for a considerable discount, provided he joined the writing club and became a TA for English during his free period.
Damon didn't mind, as he enjoyed writing, as well as the subject of English in general. That much he didn't mind.
What Damon minded were the fearful stares he would get whenever he walked into the room.
Young kids who didn't know who he was or that he was a nice guy would assume that he was some kind of criminal, and becoming a teacher's assistant was required community service for him.
The second type of student at Lone Oak High School...
The doors to the library where Damon and Alexis were talking slid open and in walked Katelyn Page.
Every private school had one, a rich kid that wouldn't be smart enough to go there if they didn't have so much money.
Katelyn Page was Lone Oak High School's rich kid poster child.
With long blonde hair in a sexy curly ponytail, skin fairer than just about every other girl, and emerald eyes that glittered like jewels, she was easily considered the most attractive girl in the school.
She knew it too, though she almost always had a squad of freshman boys following behind her to remind her of it.
"No squad today?" Damon asked.
"Scared away by you probably." Katelyn scoffed as she intruded on the conversation that Damon and Alexis were having.
"Ally, when are you going to realize that hanging around with this ugly guy is going to give people the wrong impression of you?"
Damon rolled his eyes.
"Here she goes again..." He mumbled.
Katelyn's eyes shot back. "Excuse me, but I'm trying to have a private conversation with Alexis here, so if you could show your gross self out of the library, the world would appreciate it."
"I think the world would appreciate it if I stayed inside." Damon huffed. "But if it'll appease you. I guess I can leave."
"Good." Katelyn gave a similar huff.
Roy was sitting on a chair just outside when Damon walked out of the library.
"You can't get too hard on yourself about stuff like that." Roy Page, Katelyn's older brother, and a role model for Damon told him.
"My sister is a bitch sometimes. It doesn't help that she isn't smart enough to realize that manners are important."
"Maybe you could remind her?" Damon asked.
Roy laughed. "Sibling relationships don't work as peacefully as that Damon. In any case, Katelyn's a bigger pushover than she'll let on. If you had just denied leaving, she probably would have given in and left herself.
Roy stretched in the chair he was sitting on. "How's Alexis doing by the way? I heard the two of you have AP English together."
"Where did you hear that?" Damon asked, astonished that Roy correctly guessed such a thing.
"Katelyn is in that class too." Roy replied. She seems transfixed on the people at your table. Your ginger friend especially.
"Gene?" Damon asked.
Gene Bean, whose parents' named him while they were drunk, lived in a terrible household with parents who were often high, or drunk, or all manner of other forms unfit for parents to be.
He had curly red hair and freckles all over his face. He was made fun all the time. The standard, 'gingers have no souls' gimmick was not uncommon at Lone Oak High School. However, for some reason, Gene Bean thrived under the pressure. Despite his size and body shape, he was an amazing athlete. And even more amazing was his wealth of knowledge that could rival even Alexis's. Gene Bean was definitely Damon's greatest male friend.
As Damon walked home from the school, his next-door neighbor rode up to him on her skateboard.
Cathy Clark had long straight black hair that looked like the wings of some sort of raven when she zoomed by on her skateboard.
For the first two years of attending Lone Oak High School, Damon was convinced that Cathy Clark was a vampire thanks to her scarlet red lips, pale skin, and violet eyes. By now though, Damon knew that Cathy Clark wasn't a vampire at all, exhibit A being her ability to go out in sunlight. Strangely enough, her paleness was her natural complexion, show she wore makeup and clothes to compliment her naturally Gothic look. Her personality...
Well it was a lot more open and accepting than a real Goth's.
"Damn, Damon!" She said as she began to circle around him.
"You're out of school late today."
"You go there too you know." Damon said.
"Yeah." Cathy hopped off her skateboard and began to walk alongside Damon.
"But it's a pain in the ass waiting for you to stop talking to your other friends every day."
Damon looked down. He felt kind of bad for Cathy. Because of the way she ended up dressing, a lot of people avoided her. She didn't have any friends outside of Damon, which was a shame because she really was a very friendly girl who deserved better.
"So, what kept you so long?" Cathy asked.
"Alexis was doing work in the library again today like normal, so i stopped by to return some borrowed books but we began to talk about the history of the cherry tree in the school and stuff, and then Katelyn walked in and-"
"The cherry tree?" Cathy asked. "You know what happens if you kiss your crush under the cherry tree don't you?"
"What happens?" Damon asked, not really interested in what happened or why Cathy thought he would be.
"If she likes you too, you'll be inseparable. You'll be together forever and live happily ever after." Cathy sighed happily.
"But..." Damon said with a knowing grin.
"But!" Cathy exclaimed. "If-..." She paused, realizing that Damon had predicted her speech pattern.
"Damn it Damon..." She said.
She gave a stare to make sure that Damon wouldn't interrupt before continuing.
"But, if your crush doesn't like you back...you will both be cursed to never be lucky in love again!"
Pfft. Damon thought to himself. I'm sure that's just a silly superstition.