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False pov
My name is False Symmetry and I am the best student in my high school. I get up before my alarm even rings. Today, I yawn and stare at my ceiling which is covered with glow in the dark stars. They are red, just like my glowing freckles. The stars are arranged in constellations and one of them looks like a wolf. (AN: wink wonk foreshadowing!!)
I walk to my closet to pick out my clothes for todays school day. I have a cute dress with changing neon colours and floating blue ribbons that my parents got for my 14th birthday (AN: btw it’s the winner of the Intergalatic Fashion show of last year). Sadly I can’t wear that to school because it has a rather…*ahem ahem* naughty hemline. So I take my usual school dress and roll it up so it looks shorter. This is my way of rebelling against my strict parents who don’t want me to date anybody until I’m 30. My parents are sooo annoying sometimes and I wish I can move out already!!
I stare at myself in the mirror. I am admittedly a pretty teenager with sparkly freckles dotting my cheeks like stars in the sky. My long blonde hair is soft and shiny and pulled into two braids. My eyes are the colour of the ocean, mysterious and… salty. They are the type you can get lost in. Also not to brag but lots of people have crushes on me (I think). I’m not interested though because I have to study hard. I’m a good girl and I’ve got no time for trivial stuff like dating.
Usually I keep my hair neat and tidy, but today I want to do something special. I find a bright red sparkly ribbon and tie it around my head. It compliments my freckles so I like it. (AN: Queen of Hearts is sooo pretty when she wears ribbons omg I’m gonna die <3)
I leave my middle class house and my middle class parents and I go to school on the airbus. We fly over the streets and traffic lights. Someone’s driving a cool hoverbike that lets out glowing red trails behind it. I stare after it longingly. What would I give to own one of those! Sometimes I just want to fly out of the window and run away, but I keep these risky thoughts to myself. After all, I have an image to maintain.
xxx
At school, I sit prim and proper in my corner next to the window. I hear people gossiping about how pretty I am and I ignore them. I take out my Cherry tablet and stare at the holograms about planetary orbits and distant mining planets. I start revising, but I can’t help but listen to my classmates.
“I heard they spotted… him around last night!!”
“Omg who”
“The bad boy…*le epic drumroll* REN DOG!”
Ren Dog. I think he’s supposed to be a student at our school, but he never shows up. I heard he dessicated someone’s pet bird and hid in it to perform an illicit trade with living pumpkin lights!! That’s so awful and cruel. I love animals, especially dogs and wolves (AN: wink wink nudge nudge), so I don’t like this Ren Dog person whatever. People say he looks like a grim reaper and his eyes are haunted, but he always wears sunglasses so I don’t know.
The classroom feels stuffy so I open the window. I stare out of it dramatically like I’m a protagonist in the latest episode of Galaxy Princess Go Season 5 (AN: go and watch it!! Im watching it illegally teehee).
And then suddenly!
A gust of wind!!
My ribbon magically untangles from my smooth and soft hair (AN: I wanna touch QoH’s hair soooo bad T-T) and FLIES AWAY!
“Nooooooooooo!” I enunciate in utmost sorrow.
I lean out of the windowsill dangerously (don’t do this kids) but alas. It’s flying away like an angry flying snake. My beautiful ribbon… it’s gone forever…
Ding dong bing bong!
The electronic chime sounds and I know it’s time for class, but I’m still mourning my ribbon (beloved).
“Miss Symmetry! Get away from the window before you fall down!”
I turn to see my teacher… HBomb!! He looks very stern and his cat ears are twitching.
(AN: Idk how old H is but he taught RK and QOH so he’s the teacher here!)
“Okay sorry,” I say guiltily and flop down in my seat grumpily.
[Timeeeeskip!]
Another boring day at school. I get As on all my tests because I’m the Ace and my teachers all praise me. It’s all too predictable… I want something in my life to spice it up. I want someone to fill that wolf shaped hole in my heart.
I resign myself to another sight of studying in my decidedly middle class house (even though I’m the richest girl on the planet, yes it works like that). I decide to buy myself a space soda before I walk back home. It’s cool and purple and I slurp it happily.
But I had no idea what would come next…!
xxx
*insert Bad Boy by Castarda*
Be my bad boy
Be my Lykon
Be my weekend lover
But don’t be my friend
*epic break dancing*
xxx
I’m just walking home when—
“OOF!”
I slam into a muscled body and gasp in pain. I am not a damsel in distress and I can fight with my fists, but I can tell whoever I bumped into is very strong. And scary. And mad.
“WHAT THE FREAK FRACK SNICK SNACK!??! Do you know who your messing with, young lady!”
An imposing figure looms in front of me. He looks impossibly high like a tall Ferris wheel. His brown fur looks like it’s been through an Exterra glider wash. I can’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but they seem to pierce straight right through me like laser guns. I let out a breath I wasn’t aware I was holding.
“You spilled SPACE SODA all over my shirt!” He growls. “And I HATE purple soda! You’ll pay for this!”
“I’m sorry!” I articulated meekly.
He comes closer and it feels suffocating. I feel horror dawn on me but still I try to fight.
“Don’t come any closer. Dog,” I snarled angrily.
“So you do know me,” he proclaimed.
Of course I know him. This is Ren Dog, the baddest boy in town. He’s kinda evil but my friends say he’s really hot, so there’s that. People call him a “no-good Lykon mutt” (AN: Ik that’s a slur and im so sorry!!! But it had to be done) but I don’t use bad words to describe people even if the boy is bad. I stare at his soda-stained chest because that’s what people would do if you had a big sparkly purple mark on your clothes.
Then I see something else.
“Your bleeding!!!”
“Heuh?”
I gently put down my empty cup of soda to touch Ren’s arm. There’s a bleeding wound there and it looks pretty nasty. Usually I would be frustrated if someone gets so annoyed by spilling soda on them, but I guess if my arm hurts I’ll be annoyed by anything. Ren flinches and pulls away.
“What are you doing, lassie?!” He howls.
“I’m trying to help!” I exclaim. “Because my parents always say I have to be a good girl and help people!”
“Well mind your own business!” Ren says sourly.
“Naur,” I reply stubbornly.
I look at him. Now I see the bruises on his face. Has Ren been fighting people! Omg no! That looks painful. The doggy ears on his head droop and so does my heart. Wow, even if he’s scary, he looks so sad and pitiful and pathetic and like soggy Space-Loops in plain milk… wait where am I going with this?
I conveniently take out some bandages and alcohol from my bag. (AN: I didn’t take first aid course so this is prob wrong and I’m lazy) Ren watches me carefully as I clean his wound. He winces when the alcohol touches his skin and for one second he doesn’t look like a bad boy… but just a normal boy.
“Sorry if it hurts,” I whisper softly.
Ren chuckles. “Ha ha,” he laughs. He lowers his voice into a husky tone that sounds like melted chocolate.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
(Well that sounds like a lie but whatever.)
I finish bandaging his arm. We stare at each for a little bit, not knowing what to do. Then suddenly he leans forward. His large paw touches my head and I instinctively duck.
“You’ve got some trash on your head,” he ejaculates grandly in a gruff voice.
I laugh nervously. I suddenly understand why people call his eyes “intense” (even tho I still can’t see anything under his sunglasses but I can feel it, ok?).
“Thanks for helping me,” Ren says, rather unnecessarily.
I think he’s fallen in love with me or something. People tend to do that. He’s staring at me reaaallly intensely like he’s trying to figure me out and when I lean in closer, I think he’s blushing.
The Bad Boy Ren Dog is flustered because of me.
(…I kinda like that.)
“That’s the nicest thing anyone has done for a m*tt like me in awhile,” he tells me dramatically.
But all I can think about is my spilled soda and how much of a waste it was.
“Ok bye,” I say.
“I’ll remember you… strange but pretty girl who helped me.”
I quickly walk away, my heart beating fast.
What was that encounter?
Why was Ren nice?
Is he only nice to me because I’m special… to him?
xxx
Ren pov
I stare after the pretty blonde Lumian with clear cut blue orbs that look like flames… flames that are blue. My arm still throbs with pain but it’s ok now because… I’ve been healed. By her.
(AN: Ladies gotta get in line! :D)
I look down at my hand. Wrapped around it is a sparkly red ribbon that was randomly on the streets this morning. I don’t know why but I picked it up and kept it safe. This is my favourite shade of red. (AN: RK actually said this in an interview and my friend fainted in my arms. If you're here Suzi, omg hi!!)
It smells nice.
It smells… familiar.
Wait.
I suddenly look up.
Is this… from the girl from earlier? Did she somehow drop it?
And if so, can I return it?
Can I ever see her again?
xxx
AN: And that’s the first chapter!! :D Please R&R!
Also if you send flames I can legally MURDER you (I’ll still do it even if it’s illegal tbh).
My moms took me to see RK and QOH a week ago and omg they flew so fast!! And when qoh took off her helmet my heart was beating really fast like a ship engine and my face was so red!! I don’t feel this way when I look at RK. Maybe I got a fever or something idk.
Sorry for mistakes but this is my first fanfic so pls star and comment!! ;) See y’all next time!!
~queenofstarz03