A Loner in a World of Empty Minds..

[Juliet Michaels]

Jovi

The air was crisp and cool as Juliet sat alone on the cold bench, her hair gently blowing against her shoulders in the mild, almost non-existent breeze that seemed to follow her everywhere she went. When the air was calm, it made her uneasy. Wind soothed her. She tucked her chocolate tresses behind her ear and pulled the sleeves to her navy sweatshirt down her arm. It was not freezing outside and did not require a jacket, yet it was chilly so she wore a thick cotton hoodie with fleece lining, boot cut jeans and black converse tennis shoes. Normal, casual apparel for her.

Jovi once again had her face buried in her sketchbook, a rundown old looking book filled with her drawings. It was a nice and somewhat enjoyable pass time for her since she was not the most sociable person. She stared at the face on the paper in front of her and irritably crumpled it up, throwing it in the nearest trash can, which was fifteen feet away. With little effort she blew the crumpled drawing into the can. She often got angry if she spent to much time trying to perfect something, and it usually ended up in the garbage or never touched again. She shoved the book into her light brown bag that served similar purposes a purse would and slung it around her shoulder. Her blue gaze traveled around the courtyard for a moment before she pulled out a book and began to read, although paying little attention to what she was reading.

[Alyssa James]

Lyssa tromped across the courtyard, her hair flying in her mouth from the air she was creating herself. She had found herself alone with one of the cuter boys on the campus and he still didn’t kiss her! Claimed to be want to be in a relationship, he said. Wanting more than just a fuck buddy, he said. She gave a little shierk and continued on her way without looking where she was going. This is when she tripped over a body and fell down with a full on scream.

She felt pain in her knees and hands. It had been a long time since she had skinned hands and knees, but when she did…she raised hell. Her favorite jeans on a nice little hole ripping through it and she could see the blood beginning to form. “What the hell?!” she cried, pulling herself into a sitting position and looking at the person who had tripped her, or she tripped over. “Why do you have to fucking put yourself in the middle of the damn walk way!?” she screamed, getting up and having an over exaggerated limp. “You ruined my favorite jeans!” Lyssa was beyond controlling her anger now. It was at the boiling point and she could swear, she felt her body wanting to change wolf.

She calmed herself down and actually looked at the girl. She wasn’t any nicer than she was to other people. She wasn’t about to apologize, that’s what she expected from her, but she did bend down, and too a long look at the girl. She was pretty…not as pretty as Lyssa, but pretty. She ran a hand through her purple short hair and gave her a dead look. “Look, I’m waiting, so are you going to say it or what?”

[Juliet Michaels]

Juliet heard the girl before she saw her. The way she stomped across the courtyard made it evident that she was in a bad mood. Jovi just rolled her eyes and continued to read the meaningless words of the book in her hands. To be honest, she didn't even know what it was about. Just a random book that she snatched in the library to pass time with. That's what her life seemed to be about, lately. Passing time. Looking forward to...looking forward to what? The next day? Her future? The only future she had ever thought about was whether she should have spaghetti or pizza for dinner.

As Jovi read her book/daydreamed someone roughly hit her leg. With a surprised glance up she realized, to her dismay, it was the pissed off girl storming through the courtyard. She almost, in spite of the anger in the girls eyes, laughed. That's just what she needed to brighten this dull day, some bitch falling on her face. She eyed the girl's not-so-flattering purple hair with raised eyebrows and closed her book. While the girl ranted she could feel the urge to strangle her building up, but managed to keep it in check. Sort of. Instead of flying off the handle and freaking out on the obviously furious female, Juliet tilted her head thoughtfully, pointing to the bench she was sitting on. She looked at the girl like she was a two year old in math class.

"This is a bench on the side of the sidewalk. It is for people, like me, to sit on. If you don't like it, go to the damn people who built it here and back the fuck off." Her tone was even, yet incredibly irritated at the same time. She pulled a hand through her long dark hair and watched the girl with fierce blue eyes. At her next comment, demanding her to apologize she stood up, inches from the bitch's face. "If you want me to say sorry, don't hold your breath."

[Alyssa James]

Alyssa stood up, giving the girl daggers, but her eyes softened into an almost smile and she started laughing. This girl knew how to pull her weight around Lyssa, especially if she was rude. It did her some good and her anger disappeared. “I guess, I’m the one that’s supposed to say sorry,” she said through gritted teeth. “Sorry.” This girl still impressed her. She sat down on the bench beside her, looking at the damage the sidewalk did to her knees and hands. “Goddamn that hurts. My names Alyssa, but please call Lyssa.”

It was rare that she met a girl who didn’t cower in front of her. She was annoyed that people wouldn’t stand up to her. She knew she was a bitch, she had been called that many times, but nobody has ever talked to her like she was two. Too frightening or something like that, “I like you,” she said simply. It was a strange thing to say, considering she was just sending the girl daggers just two minutes ago.
“What’s your name?” she asked.

[Juliet Michaels]

Juliet was not intimidated by this girl the least bit. What she was so taken aback by was her sudden change of mood. Almost to sudden. She had expected a fight, and had been quite ready for one as well. Jovi had been in plenty of fights, physical along with verbal. Some of them were won, others had been lost. She was certainly not afraid to get a little blood on her hands. Maybe that was a good thing, maybe not. But this girl had backed off so quickly that it confused her.

"Um...yeah, you are. And you should be." She said in a tone that was rude even though Alyssa had clearly changed her mood. For Jovi, it was not that easy. Her anger was easily provoked and very difficult to get rid of. She bent down to pick up her bag, which had fallen in the process of her standing up so abruptly from the bench. After a moment of shoving her things back inside she looked up to see that Alyssa had sat down on the bench. What the hell is the matter with you? She thought to herself, barely refraining from simply walking away.

She glanced at the bloody hole in her jeans and raised an eyebrow, "Maybe you should watch where you are going from now on as you're going on a bloody rampage through campus." She snapped, then her tone grew softer as she made a sad attempt to calm herself. "I mean, I'm Juliet. Don't call me that. Call me Jovi." She sat down hesitantly on the other side of the bench, far away from Alyssa.

[Alyssa James]

Lyssa knew it was strange for her to go from rampaging bitch to a softened girl, but she saw something in Jovi that kind of sparked a match. She wondered vaguely why she was sitting so far away, but then again, she had tripped over her and yelled in her face. Jovi had handled herself fine; it seemed that she still wanted to distant herself from Lyssa. She ran a hand through her purple hair and wondered again if it was time to change the color. Maybe something a little more fun, like blue and pink. That brought a smile to her face and then the smile vanished. She stood up and stretched, looking at the bloody hole in her jeans.

She would have to talk to her father about getting them patched up or even replaced. There was no way in hell that she was going to walk around with a hole in her jeans, though she could play it off as fighting towards some of the boys. She started to hum underneath her breath, but caught herself as if she wasn’t thinking of where she was. “Uhm…it’s nice to meet you Jovi,” Lyssa said awkwardly. She noticed the drawing book and the book in her hands. Curiosity temporarily took away her awkwardness and she leaned forward a little, not trying to crowd the girl. “What cha got?”

[Juliet Michaels]

Juliet watched the girl with undeniable curiosity in her eyes. Purple hair? What was she, a troll? But instead of insulting her she bit her tongue and contemplated going to get a coffee or something. She had been up all night studying, and the lack of sleep was starting to take it's toll on her. Of course, the studying had not gone well. She didn't understand any of it. Mostly because it didn't interest her. She didn't give a damn about the civil war, or what the variable 'x' was. Her highest grade was a B-, and that was in English. The only subject she wasn't quite so awful at.

As the girl stood up she did as well, feeling the awkwardness in the air. It would have been less uncomfortable for both of them if Lyssa had just stayed a bitch, and not suddenly changed. Or if she would have been like this all along. But in a way she respected this girl, and almost liked her. She noticed her stare on the sketchbook poking out of her bag and shrugged. "It's nothing. Just some homework." She had no intentions of sharing anything with Alyssa. Not yet, at least. She changed the subject. "Hey, um. I was just gonna go get some coffee. You can come if you want."