Warnings: Explicit language
Then she arrived...
A true she-devil, someone that'll bring a knife to a fistfight. Everyone knows who she is, she's that weird girl at the back of the class that sits all alone with zero friends. Why? Why is she alone? Because she'll stab you if you get close to her.
It was in class, I was sitting next to Ethan and Thomas not really concentrating on what the teacher was saying. Then something hit the back of my ahead turning around I saw a scrunched up piece of paper land on the floor. I looked up seeing a hard looking girl gesturing to the paper.
Sighing I picked up the paper, unravelling it and looked at it. In rushed messy handwriting, it said "Hey you look really rocking, meet me under the large oak tree at lunchtime alone"
One hand I don't want to piss her off but this situation seems sketchy why does she only want me?
Ethan yawned and poked my shoulder, "hmm?" I stared at him I hate people touching me.
"Hey, Diavolo I should have a nickname ey? Yah know because you have a nickname" Ethan pursed his lips hunching over his desk.
"It's not a fuckin' nickname it's my name" I muttered fiddling with my spiked collar.
"Alright then ill just change my name, oi Thomas you in?" Thomas lifted his head from between a book "Crowley" he muttered.
"Eh? Repeat that mate I hardly heard yah" Ethan chuckled.
"Crowley" Thomas repeated louder "I figured I'd change my name to that" he blabbered on.
"Huh alright Crowley, now what should my new name be?" Ethan rubbing his chin with a stupid face, I hate that face he puts on.
On another note, I hate our teacher Mr Gregs he's just the worst. I was leaning on my desk and he punched the back of my head into the desk like what the fuck? Not to mention he gives the worst homework.
"How about Dagger?" I suggested, leaning my head on my right arm.
"Ah okay, I actually like that name! Whatchu think of it Thomas- err Crowley I mean" Ethan chuckled.
Crowley shrugged "It suits you" he mumbled.
"Alright from now onwards call me Dagger alright guys" Dagger smiled brightly.
As Dagger and Crowley kept blabbering on, my face collided with my desk. I let out a quiet groan folding my arms in front of my head.
"Diavolo you alright mate?" I felt Dagger poke my head before kneading his fingers through my hair but i was too tired to give a shit. "Holy shit your hair is so soft" he mumbled, "Okay but like I'm so gonna do this like once every day at least".
I grumbled shaking my head, I both hate it and don't mind it. Minutes later I sat up, "Alright thats enough stop playing with my hair Dagger" I growled at him.
Dagger chuckled "I can still touch your head because you're so short".
I frowned "not if I cut your hands off Bitch" I pulled out my swizz army knife and stuck my tongue out at him.
Dagger smirked wearily at me probably unsure if I was serious or not, a soft smile embraced my lips showing Dagger that I meant no harm.
Throughout this interaction, I felt eyes on the back of my head causing the hairs to stand on end. I slowly turned my head to look at her, our eyes meet as a wide sneer spread across her light brown face. I gritted my teeth whilst narrowing my eyes at her, in response her smirk grew ever wider.
Letting out a sigh I turned around again to pretend I am listening to Mr Gregs blabbering on about homework. Crowly tapped my shoulder "You alright Diavolo?".
"I'm fine just tired" I yawned.
Class ended after an agonizing 30 minutes of basically nothing of importance. I peeled off from Dagger and Crowly to meet under the oak tree, I dug my hands into my leather studded jacket trying to conserve body heat.
There she was leaning against the oak tree, her waist-length dark brown hair flowing gently in the breeze. She wore a leather jacket, a classic sex pistols t-shirt and ripped jeans and absolutely covered in piercings and studs, a typical punk teen.
As I got closer I noticed she was carving into the tree with a knife. Furrowing my brow I opened my quivering my lips to speak "you know that hurts the tree right?" her glare felt sharp like needles.
"I thought you didn't care about hurting things" her voice is soft but with a tinge of harshness in it, she smirked playing with her knife.
"You thought wrong, at least those that don't deserve it I would never hurt an animal or tree for that matter".
She tilted her head pressing the blade of her knife to her plump lips, "I thought I knew you Diavolo perhaps I should get to know you better".
I frowned at her "what's your name then?".
"Razor" she replied without hesitation.
"Can I join your posse then?" Razor smiled.
"I don't have a posse, they are my mates" I mumbled.
"Well can I be your mate then?" Razor asked, clenching her knife tighter.
I smiled fondly at her "Sure I'll take you to them" Razors eyes lighted up and we walked side by side towards my usual spot. As we were walking she sneaked her hand to lightly graze my back causing my body to shiver.
I wonder what my friends will think of her...