You get assigned a partner

The class continues, with you putting up with the harassment around you, trying not to be provoked into giving any of them a reason to punish you. About halfway through the class, your teacher Mrs Espinoza announces “so, for your first weeks assignment we will be breaking up into pairs, each covering a country and their current political ties to another country.” As soon as she mentioned pairs, all eyes went to you. The Goth behind you placed her hand on your shoulders, yelling “dibs!” The butch wasn’t having it, threatening “take your hands off him pig, or lose them...” Other girls started surrounding and pulling at you, before the teacher yelled for quite. She had sensed there would be a fight over who got you as a partner, and was prepared. “Simmer down ladies... to avoid this situation, I’ve already randomly pared up everyone in the class. Sam will be pared up with... Blair.”

The class grumbles in frustration, but all obey the teachers wishes as they find their own partners. Looking around for yours, you see her walking up from the back of the class. She certainly stood out from the other girls, if only for her neon blue hair and multiple face and ear piercings. Both of her eyebrows had studs along with one on the side of her nose and two loops on her bottom lip in a vampire style. Her pale skin contrasted with her black leather pants and Cured crop top, all flowing down her extremely skinny frame. She also seemed to have a shoulder tattoo of some kind, but only the edges were not covered by her shirt.

“Hi, Sam, I’m Blair. Sorry for all the other girls here... I swear the minute they see a guy they all become bitches.”

“Oh, um, no problem.”

You kept talking the rest of class, some on your joint history assignment, but mostly about the craziness of the school and finding common interests. You find out you both have the same console and had more than a few fandoms in common as well. At one point you find yourself just staring into her eyes, realizing they were just as bright blue as her hair, but look away in embarrassment for staring too long. You also notice more than a few of your other classmates staring daggers into Blair, but she either doesn’t notice or simply doesn’t care.

As class comes to a close, she non-chelauntly asks, “so, you hungry? I could escort you to some food, keep these piranhas off your back.”