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New kind of bully (Indie & Zombie)

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eccentric-indie

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Jan 9, 2009
"Don't forget to stop by the post office on your way home. If your father hasn't sent that check, we can sue him." Karen Starling was sitting on the couch, fanning herself with an old newspaper and drinking her third beer of the morning. Her daughter, Darcy, was heading out the door, the messenger bag she used for school slung over her shoulder. The sixteen year old nodded to her mother before slamming the door shut behind her. Darcy's parents had been divorced since she was six; she was beyond used to her mother's legal threats and her father's insults to Karen. Regardless of how obviously unfit Karen was as a parent, the courts had chosen her over Darcy's father, which suited them both just fine. The older woman had access to drugs and alcohol which Darcy would have to go to great lengths and risk legal action to obtain by herself.

The girl walked up to the school, her black & white striped gloves up to her elbows so as to hide the scars on her arms. She was wearing the usual punk/goth attire, not that it helped her fit in at the high school. She simply wasn't what anyone wanted anything to with, which was fine by her. She was early, having left an hour before she needed to simply to get out of the house. Knowing the doors would be locked for a while longer, Darcy settled herself on the stairs and watched the cars pass by.
 
On the outside Dylan looked and acted like every other boy his age. He was tall, with medium length dark brown hair and green almond shaped eyes. He had an almost pale complexion, but it looked good on him. Today he was wearing a white t-shirt and slightly baggy blue jeans which were casually worn out at the knees and around the pockets. The boy walked alone, which was a fairly rare sight. His mother and her boyfriend had been fighting since late last night, about something stupid, which they even forgot about and had begun fighting about everything and anything. And so Dylan had left early to grab something to eat at school before classes started.

But of course, nobody knew about his family problems that he so carefully hid from his friends. As the school finally came into view, the boy slowed down as he noticed there was only one person there. He must have arrived earlier then he had thought, before the school had even opened. With a slight sigh, the man walked slowly towards the seemingly empty building to see if he knew who had also arrived early. But to his dissatisfaction, it was one of the loner girls that him and his friends picked on from time to time. With a slight grin on his face, he walked up the stairs and past her, taking a seat a few steps higher then her.
 
Darcy watched him walked towards the school, severely regretting her decision to leave early. She bent her head down and hid behind her hair, determined to ignore Dylan no matter what he said or did. Her hair was reddish auburn, flowing down to her waist in loose curls. Her Irish decent showed in both her sparkling, bright green eyes and the light freckles across her cheeks and nose. She had a pixie-like face and a pale complexion, standing at only 5'3" she probably looked several years younger than sixteen. Her hair and pale skin didn't really go with her usually black wardrobe. She wore a black tank top which laced up in the back like a corset, with a puffy black skirt over black and white striped leggings. She pulled an American Literature book out of her bag and started flipping through it, still hiding behind her hair.
 
"A hello would be nice." he said as he slipped down the few steps that separated the two. He could see that she was trying to ignore him, and he didn't really like that very much. His hand reached out, trying to flip the book over to see what she was reading. As he read the title, after so gently turning it over, he gave out a sight as he leaned back on the large stone stairs, his elbows to his sides holding him up. "Well that looks interesting." he mumbled as his eyes moved upwards, towards the blue, cloudless sky.
 
Darcy glared at him through her hair. "Hello's are more commonly exchanged among friends." Her voice should her contempt for him as she moved father down on the step, now as close to the railing as she could get. The pages of the book blew this way and that as a gentle breeze swept by them. As peaceful as it was, all she really wanted was a still book and to be alone for a while. Darcy swore under her breath and took out four pushpins from a pocket in her bag, stabbing the four corners of the book to keep the pages in place. She kept pretending to read, now far too distracted by Dylan's presence to really pay attention. Her mind wondered why he was here so early, and alone as well, but her lips stayed shut and she continued trying to ignore him.
 
With a large amount of dissatisfaction as she spoke those words, he continued to follow her down the stairs. "Well, we're friends, aren't we?" he asked with a smile, wrapping his arm around the girl so that his finger tips came down just above her breasts. "Well aren't those nice?" he said with a bit of a laugh as he pulled her closer to himself. "You know, you'd be real hot if you didn't act so weird." he teased as his finger traced the lining of her bra slowly up and down, tauntingly as he turned to her and smiled.
 
Her back straightened and her eyes went wide for a moment when she felt his arm around her. She felt a momentary pulse in her pussy which went away when she realized what he was doing. The book was slammed shut and she turned her head to him quickly, whipping the hair from her face. Darcy glared at the boy, jumping up from the steps. She threw the American Literature book at him, tearing a few pages from it along with the cover. "No, we are NOT friends." She flipped him off before turning on her heel, walking away in a huff. "You fucking perv..."
 
As she freaked out, he let out a laugh and removed his hand. "Aww come on, you know you wanna be fucked by a big dick like mine." he shouted jokingly as she walked off. But he decided he would follow her anyways, maybe feel her up or something to piss her off. He took off running behind her, following close. "Aww come on Darcy." he yelled once he was close enough behind her. He had a smile on his face, he was right behind her, only a few steps and he might be beside her. He let out a laugh as she tried to escape.
 
Darcy just rolled her eyes at him at first. She was somewhat afraid of what he might do, especially since she wouldn't go to the cops, but she hid that anxiousness with anger and irritation. He HAD interrupted her alone time, which was reason enough to be annoyed. "Just back off alright?" She walked a little faster, breaking into a swift run after a couple seconds. She ran aimlessly for a few moments, not sure where to hide. The closest and best hiding spot was the bleachers, around the football field behind the school. She jumped the fence surrounding the field, shocking even herself at how easily that was done. In a few more moments, she was sitting under the bleachers, eyes shut tight and ears straining for the warning sound of footsteps.
 
After a few minutes of searching for the girl who had run away moments ago, the boy found himself standing in the middle of the large football field behind the school. He called out to the girl curiously, "Darcy." he stood still for a few seconds. "Darcy." he yelled again as he began to walk towards the school, and past the bleachers.
 
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