Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1525: Mariaʼs Story 1: Their First meeting after years

Another day gone. She had to play the perfect girl so much she had become sick of it. She would have loved to be like Miss Nobody.

She slammed her books into her locker and pushed the metal door shut, glad that it was finally the weekend. She no longer had to deal with all of these people, her peers. At least not until Monday, anyway. Only when she was with those two she could relax.

ʼHigh School. The best years of our lives. I beg to differ. Well, today I donʼt care, Iʼll be a little bitchy.ʼ

The hall was still very crowded and she tried to make her way through the endless sea of bodies but was relatively unsuccessful. The most she managed to do was piss off a few jocks, get a few glares, and have someone cut her off, making her a little mad. She had a better place to be than in this crowd. This crowd was full of judgmental hypocrites.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she was just as bad as them, but she tried to push that negative thought from her already overcrowded mind.

”MOVE!”

Someone shouted from up ahead of her and the crowd parted, revealing a very young man with green eyes, his face was above average. His face seemed familiar, she must have met him somewhere in the past but not wasnʼt the time to think of that.

The young man kept walking. He wasnʼt heading to her, she just didnʼt want to move so that he could make his way to his destination. Hers was just as important, if not more so.

He stopped right in front of her and glared.

”Move?” He asked, but it wasnʼt a question, but more of a command.

Fed up and a little pissed, she stood her ground, planting her foot out to the side and cocking one eyebrow.

”Nope.”

He just stared. Good.

ʼDumb moron doesnʼt know what to do. Iʼve confused him.ʼ

”Sorry?” He asked like he didnʼt hear her.

Looking around like she was trying to find an answer, just to please the crowd, she wrinkled her nose.

”I think I just told you no.”

Normally she would have moved out of his way, but sheʼd had a very difficult day and wasnʼt in the mood for stupid popularity contests and fear from the jocks.

ʼYou could tell that the Neanderthal was trying to figure out what to do.ʼ

She was pretty sure that she saw smoke coming from his ears and she couldnʼt help but smile.

The crowd was still flowing around the small spat, but a few stood by, hoping to see a good show.

His jaw clenched, as did his fists, and she thought she was going to die shortly.

”Whatever,”

She mumbled.

”Youʼre not worth it. . .”

She stepped out of his way and into the crowd, which immediately swept her away.

Before being swept too far, she muttered

”Iʼm not in the mood anymore.”

She didnʼt turn around to see if he caught the menace in her voice, but she was pretty sure he didnʼt.

She was swept out into the foyer and found that it was a little less crowded there.

Finally, a place she could think a little. She pressed her back up against the cold stone wall and closed her eyes. She just needs to breathe a little.

She told herself as she took a deep breath.

In. Out.

There were far too many thoughts running wild in her head for me to even attempt to sort them out. People were passing in front of her, a few giving her odd looks, but she didnʼt care. She needed to relax a little.

”Hey,” A deep voice muttered.

She opened one eye and looked at the guy standing in front of her. His black hair was hanging in front of his green eyes a little.

”Huh?” He said, a little taken aback.

”Umm... I donʼt know how to put this without coming across strongly, but. . . . you are standing on my jacket.

. .”

A little embarrassed, she looked down. Sure enough, under her left sneaker, there was an old leather jacket, with a nice size eight shoe print on it.

”Oh. Uh. Sorry,” She said, picking up her foot and taking a step to the side. She bent down and picked it up, trying to brush off the dirt and grime. She brushed her hair from her eyes and examined the jacket.

”Hey, is this a 1950ʼs jacket?”

Intrigued she took a closer look.

”Yeah. . .” He said, raising one eyebrow. He looked around him and bit his lip.

”I donʼt mean to come across. . .” He trailed off a little for a second,

”Can I have my jacket back? Iʼve got a gig to go to.”

She felt her cheeks going slightly pink and she chuckled a little.

”Sorry.”

She held out the jacket, still intrigued. He grabbed it and smiled.

”Hey, thanks.”

”No problem. I guess the dirty footprint adds some character.”

”Yeah. I guess. See ya,”