My new OTP. Hope ya digg.

Geoff

Duncan and I shared a wild laugh as we jogged down the deserted hallway, Principal Hatchet chasing after us in an angry rage, covered in piss and popped balloons. This was way too epic.

I crashed into something dark.

"Shit!" I shouted, pushing past whoever it had been.

She yelped, but I didn't pay it any attention as I continued running until me and my punk friend were out of the school and in the parking lot, jumping into my convertible and speeding out onto the road before Hatchet caught a glimpse of our faces.

It was useless though…

He knew it was us.

Gwen

Some jerk had crashed into me and kept on running, making me crash against the cool linoleum floor and spreading all of my sketches around… I wasn't quick enough to pick them up, because trampling after the boys went our principal, Hatchet, who stomped all over them and soaked them with something totally gross.

Was that frigging pee?

"Ugh! I hate boys!" I screamed, leaving all of my spoiled sketches on the floor for someone else to pick up. There goes my portfolio.

I walked myself home in the cool January breeze, feeling the wind lifting at my skirt.

There was no one around, but I automatically patted it down regardless.

Once I got home, I made my brother, Will, some dinner, played a few video games, and went to bed.

My alarm woke me up and after a good half hour in the bathroom, I was ready for school.

I always got to school a bit earlier than usual, so when I got to my locker, I was surprised to find Geoff and Duncan with garbage bags, picking up the litter and scraping gum off the floors of the deserted hallway.

"Hey, Pasty." Duncan called, ruffling my blue hair. I gave him a smile and distracted him from his work, leaving his blonde buddy to clean up by himself.

Geoff

I watched as Duncan went to talk to the resident Goth Chick, leaving me alone to pick up the junk on the floor. Who on earth left all of this shit?

And what on earth had I done to deserve this totally boring punishment?

Oh… yeah.

The piss balloons.

My eyes landed on a sketch of a Raven.

It was great.

The black bird caught perfectly in flight, every feather etched onto the paper, like a photograph.

Amazing, really… the shading, the textures… Too bad it was slightly smeared and had a boot print on the corner of the page… who on earth had drawn this?

"See ya, Sunshine." I heard as I folded up the dirty sketch and stuffed it into my large pocket.

"Who was that, Dude?" I asked, looking over the girl with the short blue locks as she fixed up her locker and stuffed books into her backpack.

"Gwen. She's a total babe…"

"Someone's in loooove." I joked, elbowing the punk as he gathered up the sketches and dumped them into his black garbage bag.

"Nah… I can't get her, even if I tried… Princess wouldn't let me."

"Two words for you bro; You're. Whipped."

"Shut the fuck up! I'm so not whipped!" He yelled, offended that I'd even say such a thing. I found my gaze flying around, looking for anything that wasn't the floor… I ended up leaning against the lockers, staring at the gloomy girl…

Gwen.

She really was a babe.

Those legs… the curves… She had a great rack too…

How did she keep herself so thin and in-shape?

It wasn't until those smoky smoldering eyes caught mine that I realized I was practically gawking at her.

But I didn't look away.

Not my style.

"Lose something?" She asked, her tone overflowing with attitude and spunk.

"Huh? No, it's just that, uh.. I didn't know Goths came out during the day time."

I heard Duncan snicker from a few lockers down, keeping my eyes on Gwen's sarcastic smirk.

"Hilarious… So, can I help you?"

"Well, um… Did you draw these?" I asked, pulling out the sketch of the crow with an easygoing smile.

"…Who wants to know?"

"Well… I asked, didn't I?"

She gave me what seemed like a rare smirk, turning over to me as I neared, "I drew them," She admitted.

"They're really good. You wanna be an artist?"

"What does it look like? I'm working on picking up a few tips from Vince's Tattoo place."

She wanted to do tattoos? Hot.

"Tattoo artist? That's sick, bro. I could use a touch-up."

"You have a tat?" Gwen asked, slightly surprised… Impressed, maybe?

"Cha! On my butt! Wanna see?" I asked, tugging at my jeans, ready to show her.

She let out a giggle and shut her locker, shaking her head.

"I'll see if I can pull some strings for that touch-up."

"Sweet… You got a name?" I asked, even though I already knew it.

"…No." She said, now grinning as she strutted down the hall, tossing her short hair back while she waved goodbye to Duncan.

Gwen

He talked to me?

And offered to let me see his butt?

And I rejected him?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Did I honestly have to act so friggin' "cool" all the goddamn time?

I went into the half empty cafeteria, sliding into the first empty table and practically passing out, totally fatigued. I woke up probably thirty minutes later, when the late bell rang and the Cafeteria emptied out as everyone rushed to homeroom.

I went to AP Psychology, then creative writing, where I met up with Duncan again.

He was in class for about five minutes until he was called down to the office.

Seventh time this month.

Once class was out, I grabbed my bags, walked out into the chilly Ontario air and waited for the bus to take me home.

Thursday was much more eventful…

I wandered into my calculus class, stealing a glance at Geoff, who sat in the back.

Not too long after I sat down and cracked open my shiny copy of Dracula, I felt someone tapping on my shoulder, dropping a ripped corner of paper onto my desk.

"What's this?" I asked in a whisper, only to get shushed and ignored.

I rolled my black eyes and opened up the folded corner, reading what it said quickly…

Then I read it again.

And then again.

I must've read it over eight times before I'd memorized the words on it.

Your names Gwen. Im Geoff. Call me.

I'd already taken notice that he'd forgotten the apostrophe in Name's and I'm…

But I could've cared less about grammatical errors… I was more preoccupied dealing with the disbelief that Geoff Michaels had written down his number and given it to me.

This was crazy. I looked back, my gaze landing on the blonde boy with the lazy smile.

He glanced my way, grinning.

This was too much.

So you're probably wondering…Did I have some totally pathetic, clichéd crush on the hottest blonde jock at school?

Yes.

What kind of Goth likes football playing idiots, you ask?

Just me.

Geoff

Being buds with the school delinquent came in handy. Duncan invited me over to his house constantly, and even though he was a crook, he already had everything a guy his age could ask for.

The dude was loaded.

Three story house, huge living room, back yard with a super nice pool, fully stocked liquor cabinet…

Long story short, the place was perfect for partying.

Too bad his parents were both cops…

Dunk was banned from having any sort of party in the house… but that was all about to change this weekend.

His 'rents were out the whole week for their honeymoon, and Duncan had paid both his brothers to keep quiet.

When the last bell rang, Duncan and I changed in the bathrooms and headed off towards the sports ground. Duncan towards the soccer field, and me towards the football field.

Three hour practice and the two of us drove home. I stopped by his house for a bit to eat, not used to seeing his house so empty.

"G, wanna samich?"

"Sure thing, bud!" I shouted, headed upstairs to Duncan's room.

Before I plopped down onto one of his video game chairs, I did a little sleuthing…

His bulletin board was covered with pictures of Courtney… (He didn't have a bulletin board until last month… or any pictures of Courtney, so my only assumption would have to be that she put them there herself.)

In the corner of the board was a tiny picture of the goth chick from this morning.

Being friends with Duncan was also an advantage because Gwen was his best friend, which made her fairly easy to get to.

I plucked out the picture and turned it over, her digits scribbled on the back.

Duncan made his way up the stairs, but I wasn't really paying attention, "Yo, man, I'm out of cheese, so… what're you doing?" He asked, coming to a halt by his doorframe as he took in the sight of me.

"Nothin'…"

"You checking out my girl?" He asked menacingly… I knew he was joshing though.

"Nah, I was checking out your friend over here." I said pointing at the picture of the girl with the blue lips. I wedged it back into place.

Duncan raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed and his back hunched. "Are you seriously interested in Gwen?"

"She's hot… why? Is she freaky?"

"If by freaky, you mean totally disturbed, then yeah. She's been through a lot of shit… I dunno if you could handle her." He muttered, sliding into the room.

"Psh, I can handle anything. She's just a chick, how hard could it be?"

"…Gwen's not 'just a chick', man. She's my best friend. Therefore, there has to be wrong with her."

"…Is she bad in bed? Is that what you're implying?"

"Shut up, you friggin' leech!" Duncan laughed, because we both knew there was no way he'd gotten any play in the past five months… (IE; that's how long he'd been dating Courtney)

"Yo, I gotta get going man. Calc is killing me, and I can't fail another class."

"See ya." He shouted as I made my way down the stairs and out the door.

Gwen

Right after I got home and helped my brother, Will, with his English homework, and received a text from Duncan, who wanted to hang out with me.

I lived a few blocks down and the walk wasn't long, so I told my bro to order pizza while I was out.

I decided to drive instead though.

Duncan and I ended up playing Bioshock and talking about Gogol Bordello until the sun went down…

And that's when it happened.

I couldn't feel my hands, so I didn't reply right away… but I got that text, and I could feel my heart plummet down my ribcage.

Unknown Number – Hey.

Me – Who's this?

Unknown Number – Geoff. from calc?

I saved his number onto my phone, pressing down every button as hard as I could so that I could feel the pain later… The pain on the tips of my fingers would later remind me that this was real… that this happened.

Me – Oh. Hi.

Geoff – R u at Duncans house?

Me – Um, yes. Why?

Geoff – Cuz I left my football there

Before I could begin to type down my answer, Duncan scooped up my phone in his big criminal hands and chuckled evilly.

"Give it back, Duncan!"

"Oooh, flirting already? Naughty Gwen!" He managed to keep me away from him long enough to text something back to Geoff. How embarrassing.

Well, not as embarrassing as what he wrote.

Me – Come and get it then. ;D

"A winky face? Really? I'm going to MURDER YOU!" I shouted, pushing Duncan down onto the floor with my shoulders and punching him with the fist I could barely form.

Once I was done beating the shit out of the punk, I stood and rushed down to my car, but I got caught like a deer in headlights. Just as I reached the side of my rusty old hunk of junk, Geoff pulls into Duncan's spacious driveway in his shiny convertible.

"Hey, Gwen." He said, smiling as he hopped out of the car.

"Oh, um. Hi. I was just leaving."

"Leaving? C'mon, I just got here. Stay a few more minutes. I'll behave." He said, giving me that puppy stare with his blue eyes. Fuck those blue eyes… they were so glorious.

"Um, It's just that I-" I was cut off by my phone. Never in my life did I adore my little brother more than I did right now. (Total lie, I love that kid to the core of my existence 24/7)

"Hey, Will! … Kay, I'll be there in a sec. Love you too."

"Trouble on the homebound?"

"Yep. Lizards escaped… again. Catch ya later."

"Bye." He gave me a dismissive wave as I hopped into my car and drove home to look for Vampyra and Angus. I needed a new tank for those two…

Geoff

It goes without saying that I was totally digging Gwen.

I don't really know why I ditched Duncan's house in the first place. I wanted to see her right?

Problem was, I didn't really know Gwen on a personal level, so I wasn't sure if she'd actually leave if she saw my car out in Duncan's driveway…

But once I was sure she was in his house, I knew she wouldn't just leave. She looked like too kind a person to do something like that.

So I sent her a text to verify that she was in his house.

Me – Hey

Gwen – Who's this?

Me – Geoff. from calc?

Gwen – Oh. Hi.

Me – R u at Duncans house?

Gwen – Maybe. Why?

Me – Cuz I left my football there

Gwen – Come and get it then. ;)

Huh? Had she just texted me a wink? Sweet!

I don't think I'd ever driven that fast, but when I got there, Gwen was all blushing and looking for her car keys. Fuck, was she leaving?

Fuck my life.

"Hey, Gwen." I said cheerfully, stepping out of my car.

"Oh, um. Hi. I was just leaving." She said, flustered.

"Leaving? C'mon, I just got here. Stay a few more minutes. I'll behave." I muttered, trying to keep the flirtation to a min… I barely knew this chick… and she was probably wondering how the hell I got her number.

"Um, It's just that I-" Her phone cut her off, a Weezer song spewing out until she answered it. "Hey, Will… Kay, I'll be there in a sec. Love you too."

"Trouble on the homebound?" I asked, glancing up at Duncan's dim lit room.

"Yep. Lizards escaped… again. Catch ya later."

"Bye." I said, waving indifferently as she mounted her car and drove off.

Duncan almost kicked me out of his house because she was all I had talked about for about an hour.

After that day, I decided I'd take things slow. I greeted her in the hallways… Started sitting next to her in calculus… After two weeks, I decided it was safe to start texting her…

But Gwen wasn't like all of the other cheerleaders I'd dated.

Gwen liked smart topics, and I wasn't that smart…

I would text her on the weekends and she'd rarely reply, so I had to actually come up with things to talk about whenever I'd see her at school.

So I did a little research.

I felt like a creeper, but I really wanted to get with her. I asked Duncan about the stuff she liked, but all I could get out of him were horror movies and that Mind Explosion band.

I'd have to make it work.

Every day, I found something new to talk about.

And I'd get me a little farther along with her. After about four weeks of ping ponging conversations, I managed to hit the one thing Gwen knew nothing about.

"So, I'm having a party next week… at Duncan's place. You're on the VIP list." I said, leaning against her locker so she couldn't open it. She playfully shoved me aside and pulled it open, revealing the dark interior. Two little voodoo dolls dangled by their necks from one of the hooks on the side, button eyes pulled out. Frightening to say the least, but I could care less.

I thought it was totally cool.

"You're seriously inviting me to a party?" Gwen asked, shoving her calc book into a shelf and pulling out her sketch pad.

"Cha, what's wrong with that?"

"Well… I've never been to one." She whispered, hanging her head in shame.

"Never?"

"…I don't know many people… No one invites me anywhere."

"Then I will make it very clear to you right now. You are invited to every single party I ever host from this day forward. Got it?" I asked, grinning, because I knew she couldn't resist smiling back. She gave me a nod and walked off while the bell rang.

"So, are you gonna go?"

"I'll think about it!" She shouted back.

Gwen

Talking to Geoff was… exhausting. Not that I didn't like him or anything, cuz I totally did… It's just that he talked so much! The fact that we had nothing in common was… interesting, I guess. He taught me some stuff, I taught him some stuff. By the end of the month, Geoff was horror movie savvy and I was on the verge of learning how to party.

I sat on my purple sheets, the crimson walls that surrounded me shielding me from any light that came in through the shades on my window. I had my iPod plugged into my speaker system up on my desk, my 2000 songs on shuffle.

Leaning against my lumpy decorative pillows, I typed junk on my blog, waiting for Geoff to answer my latest text about the party.

Geoff - What do you mean you cant dance?

Me - I just can't dance.

Geoff - Its easy tho! U gotta feel the movement. Feel the music

Me – Whoa, how cheesy is that? Seriously, feel it?

Geoff - Yeah, like ur 5 senses

I stood up from my bed, staring at myself in the mirror that was also the sliding door to my closet.

I began to move. Aimlessly, really… I tried to listen to the music playing, but could only focus on the bittersweet sound coming out of Imogen Heap's mouth.

I didn't know how to feel music.

The only thing I heard was the sound of my hair ruffling against my ears… the sounds of my tiny feet hitting the wood of my floor… I didn't feel much else.

Me - Nothing

Geoff - Nothing? I'll fix that

Me - How do you plan on doing that?

Geoff - Come to the party this weekend.

Me - I don't know… I won't know anyone there…

Geoff - Sure you will! Its Duncans house, so Duncan will b there.

Me - Yeah, with Courtney.

Geoff - Ill b there

This is around the time I flipped out. This was also around the time that I should've stopped texting him. But I knew by now, that if I just stopped, Geoff would text me a question mark and then an 'Are u there?'

Me – I don't know… It just doesn't sound like a good idea to me. Maybe next time.

Geoff – Okay. It's cool.

Those three words… Never in my life could I have guessed that the words Okay, It's, and Cool would make me feel as bad as I did then.

I sat on my bed, staring at the screen on my laptop for about five minutes until the words just flew out of my mouth, no approval from my brain.

"Mom! Can I go to a party this weekend?"

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