OUTCAST - Marionette Fantome (best romance books of all time .txt) 📗

Chapter 1

How many times was I going to listen to girls giggle and fawn over me? Honestly, it was getting rather annoying, and these girls already knew that I was dating someone: Myra. She was the only girl for me and nothing anyone said could change that. She was cute, beautiful, and sexy all at the same time. I could talk about her all day if I wanted. I mean, her only flaw was her obsession with her looks…and having control over people. But, she was really cool once you looked passed that.

The only problem I had with everything was that every single guy seemed to go after her, even though they knew that she was with me, the captain of the football and soccer teams. It was pissing me off, but I couldn’t start anything, especially when I was looking at sports scholarships.

Myra and I were heading to class when some guy approached her with a bouquet of roses. Did he not see me at all? I scowled at him and she giggled at me, placing a kiss on my cheek. “I have every reason to be annoyed.”

“Don’t be, babe.” She looked at the admirer. “Sorry, man, but I’m not interested.”

“Yeah, so beat it, bub.”

“Scott.”

“Myra, you know I get jealous. I’d rather voice my opinions instead of showing them.”

“I understand.” Her eyes trailed off to a person who I recognized to be an acquaintance of hers. I only recognized her by her hair, which looked to be multicoloured. Myra always went to her just to see if she could tutor her. But, that was what I was here for. “I’ll meet you in class. ‘Kay babe?”

 “Yup.” I watched her skip towards the girl and continued to class. A lot of girls would take this opportunity to approach me, but I would just ignore them. I entered the classroom and sat down at my desk. As soon as I was able to relax, I felt a firm slap on my shoulder and I turned to find David, a good friend of mine.

“Did another guy attempt to steal your girl?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you just make it known?”

“And start drama? Hell no.”

“It’s better than sitting on the sidelines.”

“Dave, I know Myra won’t fall for any of those idiots. I trust her.”

“Dude, I know you do, but I think you should seriously reevaluate your relationship with her. Actually, better yet, her. She’s not all that she says.”

“Not this again.”

“I’m serious, Scott. I get that you love her and shit, but have you ever thought about how other people actually see her?”

“Nobody really thinks she’s all that bad.”

“Are you listening to yourself right now? I have one prime example: Indigo.”

I blinked at him. “What does a colour have to do with this?”

“Not a colour, a girl.”

“Who the hell names their child Indigo?”

“Hey, I think it’s pretty cool. Anyway, Myra always targets her because she was never…a part of this school. She’s real quiet and a loner. The only reason why I noticed her is because of Myra. She likes to make her feel like shit because she just might be prettier than her, especially with that body.”

“What kind of body does she have?”

“Kind of plus-sized, super curvy. It’s fucking hot actually.”

“You’re a pig. And Myra doesn’t do that.”

“If you don’t believe me, then fine, but don’t come crying to me when you find out that she isn’t your perfect little girlfriend.”

 

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My eyes were trained on the smartboard, attempting to comprehend the math problem in front of me. I furrowed my brow as I noticed a mistake in my calculation and decided to restart. Myra was playing with her phone yet again, and I sighed. She never really liked to get her work done. No wonder she needed tutoring.

Once I finished the problem to my satisfaction, I heard someone walk up to the desk. I looked up to find one of the students that sat in the back. She was short and kind of plump, but not overly so. Her hair cascaded down her back in tamed multicoloured curls. I could never remember her name, but I always recognized her. Myra always went to her in the morning and they just talked about stuff. I didn’t know what really. I did always tried to fit the chick in somewhere, but couldn’t. She wasn’t a band geek as far as I could tell, and she wasn’t a nerd or a hipster. I just didn’t know. She just didn’t fit…anywhere. Nowhere…I almost smacked myself in the face when I realized who she was. She was the girl David was talking about. Indigo, was it?

Honestly, why would Myra pick on her? She’s nothing special, just another one of those loners that haven’t grown out of their scene phase. She did nothing to deserve anything ill on her, so there’s no way Myra would even waste a foul breath on her.

“Scotty, you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah.”

“You sure? You’ve been staring at that girl for a bit. You’re not planning on cheating on me, are you?”

“That’s a stupid question, of course not. David had this stupid thing about you. He said that you harass her.”

She chuckled. “He’s just upset that I rejected him and now he’s starting rumours about me. You know that I’m not like that.”

“I know. He’s just being an asshole.”

“Yeah.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

 

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Friday at 7:37 pm: Dude

 

Friday at 7:37 pm: wht?

 

Friday at 7:38 pm: sry, man.

 

Friday at 7:38 pm: for?

 

Friday at 7:40 pm: talkin shit bout Myra

 

Friday at 7:41 pm: im still kinda pissed

 

Friday at 7:42 pm: ik. Hey r u gonna go 2 tht rave tonite?

 

Friday at 7:42 pm: nah, hw

 

Friday at 7:43 pm: it’s Friday u nerd

 

Friday at 7:44 pm: college man. Need the gud grades

 

Friday at 7:45 pm: but u need 2 relax. U deserve it

 

Friday at 7:45 pm: i don’t wanna go

 

Friday at 7:46 pm: but Onyx is gonna b there

 

Friday at 7:46 pm: Who?

 

Friday at 7:49 pm: omg u rly do liv under a rock! Onyx is a kickass musician & dj. Almost like skrillex, but hottr

 

Friday at 7:50 pm: no. not interested

 

Friday at 7:50 pm: srsly?

 

Friday at 7:50 pm: yup

 

Friday at 7:51 pm: U buzzkill

 

Friday at 7:51 pm: G2g

 

Friday at 7:52 pm: L8r

 

I felt guilty for lying to David. I knew who Onyx was, everyone knew. It was just…I didn’t want to go raving, especially when she was the deejay because people just went crazy over her. Everyone loved her music, but I didn’t. I just thought it was the same as dubstep and just flat out noise. And…I never knew who she really was. That was a deal-breaker for me.

I sighed and looked over my calculus homework. Onyx came from out of nowhere and now everyone loved her. She had her own CDs and merchandise that David owned, and I’m annoyed by it. I just thought that there was nothing to her “music”. And now because of her, I couldn’t concentrate on my damn homework!

I set my pencil down and got into bed. The rest of the homework could wait until tomorrow. At that moment, I was too tired to think.

Chapter 2

Today was hell. Honestly, how could a person go through several bad situations in one day? I dealt with stupid prissy bitches and other bullshit that just gave me a headache. I needed to escape, but I couldn’t just up and leave in the middle of the day. It went against what I stood for.

But, seriously…who the hell did she think she was, thinking that she could harass me like that? She was lucky that I was too nice to cause any bodily harm to her. I really didn’t understand how Scott could be with her. He’s so oblivious to what she actually does. I knew she had a history with half the soccer team as well as the basketball team. I seriously hated her.

I lied in bed thinking about what she said to me. She was way too paranoid. I wasn’t really interested in Scott, and did she really think he would actually be interested in me? I wasn’t his type. I was short, chubby, and a nobody. Did he even know that I exist? Probably not. Who really did? Anyone that actually noticed me were those from the football team, and they only noticed me because I was…thicker than most girls. They also believed that I had a big ass, which I didn’t believe. They were just being perverts.

I only had a few hours until I had to go to work, and doing nothing wasn’t gonna get me anywhere. I decided to do my chores like my parents had asked. Being the world-renowned doctors they were, they never had time for me. I did everything I could to get their attention, to get them to say something to me…to notice me. Hell, I dyed my hair in order to be reprimanded. Instead, they said it was a nice change and I was free to do whatever I pleased. It was because I wasn’t like the others…their little geniuses.

Four older siblings that they adored. My eldest sister, Alice, was an astrophysicist, and Matthew, my eldest brother, was a well-known mathematician. The next one, James, was an anthropologist. And Danica…she was a successful surgeon. And who was I? The outlier. I was a disgrace because I wasn’t as brilliant as they were, any of them.

My parents rarely called to check up on me. I was always alone. I wondered if they would care if I killed myself. I mean…I was half-way there with the number of scars I carried. I bet they wouldn’t even mourn for me. They would be sad, of course, but they would move on. They would most definitely care if it was one of the others. If I died, would they forget me?

 

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My body pulsated to the beat. It was loud, yes, but damn, was it soothing. It was all I had. I watched as everyone moved to the sounds that I was producing, hypnotized by the odd melody. Those hanging by the walls found themselves being pulled in, becoming tangled in the trance. This was my safe haven. Up here with my mix tables, I controlled everything and everyone. My music told everyone how to dance, and I enjoyed this power. I pushed the limits and it was great.

I decided to kick things up a notch. As the music got heavier and crazier, everyone danced in anticipation and excitement. I was also getting ready for it. Getting ready to be rid of all my inhibitions. It was coming, I could feel it. Everyone could. Here it comes…

 

The bass drop.

 

All limitations disappeared. Bodies mixed together as the music completely took over. Even I danced along, becoming as hypnotic as my music. My body pulsed and swayed and my hair danced its own entrancing dance. Anyone watching me were taken by my movements, unable to look away. I loved that I had this effect on people. I ruled this place. I was the queen. And no one could do anything about it.

 

My zone.

 

Onyx.

 

Onyx.

 

Onyx.

 

 That was all I heard. My