It was safe to say that Delynn was uptight. No, more than uptight. Just plain high strung, like a tightly wound guitar, or a sealed plastic bag, filled with dense, thick air. She wore neat, business like clothes, maturely dressed for a high schooler, and her hair was groomed in perfect, red waves cascading over a petite figure. She had a face like a child, and her height suggested she was about 12 or 13, although a few years older, but her demeanor said otherwise. Delynn was intelligent beyond her years, with a sense of maturity, dignity, and grace that was unparalleled in the homey, well kept boarding school.
Fastidiously, she unpacked her purple, leather bound accordian folder, sitting with good posture in the lunch room corner, and began her homework, carefullyf nibbling on a salad by her side. Her books were arranged in pristine order, and that made Delynn proud.
She sat alone, like always. Delynn wasn't popular in the sense that she was very social, but everyone knew her as the school's intellect, the one who says there's a place for everything and everything has it's place. She, even if a little neurotic, was a kind, caring girl, with a good sense of honesty and loyalty to her peers, but Delynn decided a long time ago that life has no place for emotional connections - especially if she wanted to be accepted to all Ivy League schools.
Valentine's Day was not a holiday she wanted to be bothered with. It wasn't that she disliked it - sure, the history and premise was interesting - but she simply didn't have enough time. She gave away - anonymously, of course - all the chocolates and cards she received, if very few, and 'x'ed te date off her calendar, silently wondering why it was even there in the first place.
Today was the day that Delynn would ignore.
Kuro walked into the school extremely late, He was the new kid at school and didnt like it everyone stared at him as he walked down the school lit hallways. He stood at 6'6 and had beautiful but somewhat messy hair, he had red eyes which framed his face and made him look even more handsome than he was. He walked into the cafeteria going straight over to the vending machines, He took out a few dollars and shoved one into a soda vending pushing the glass bottle of lemonade button. The vending machine immediately popped out a glass bottle of lemonade and he headed over to a table that no one sat at. He rested his feet on he table top and sipped his lemonade a small bead of it flowing down his cheek.
