The School of the Outcasts

When all the outcast students of schools around the world are sent to one place to learn what will happen? Welcome to Duchannes school for those who excel in fine arts. This boarding school has also been the home of student Blake Johnson for several years now and things get a bit stirred up for her when four new kids arrive at Duchannes....

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6. wow

Chapter

 

Blake’s POV

 

“A party? At this school?” I choked.

“Yeah. Apparently at that Austin guy’s apartment complex. You were first on the guest list.” Serena laughed. She tossed her head back and shook out her long hair while doing so.

“You mean that guy that asked me out the day the boys came?”

“Woah! Austin asked you out and you didn’t tell me? You need to get with that!”

“He’s a person, not an item, Serena.” I turned back to my painting and she strummed away on her six string. We were relaxing in the apartment and had just finished classes for the day.

“Deep.” She nodded and kept strumming. “So will you go?”

“I don’t really like parties.”

“Well we get to invite two extra people.”

“Are you saying what I think you are?”

“I’m saying invite the new guys.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

“What’s wrong with them.”

“Luke’s a dick, Ashton’s a weirdo, Calum is always inside his own mind, and I guess Michael is okay.”

“Wow.”

“What?”

“I thought you were better than that.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I thought you were past the whole labels thing since that’s how you were discarded by the other kids at your old school. We are such judgemental creatures. All of us.”

“You can’t argue the fact that Luke isn’t a jerk!”

“He is, but he has to have some reason.”

“Oh.” That’s all I could manage to say. Serena was completely right. I was completely judgemental, just like every popular kid at my old school. “I’ll go. I’ll invite Michael and Calum I guess.”

“Perfect. The party is tomorrow, so I hope you have something to wear.”

“Me too.”

 

*the next day*

 

Art class. The place where I am myself. The place where I escape from reality. That is until Michael Clifford is transferred into my class and takes the easel beside mine in the studio. I raise my eyebrows at him and he just smiles.

“Spraypaint?” I ask.

“Of course.” He laughed, then showed me his shirt. A black sleeved baseball tee with the word “idiot” spraypainted across it.

“Lovely.” I continued to work on the mixed media piece in front of me, the the boy was persistent on speaking to me. “Look, I’m trying to work on a piece here, and it would be awesome if you would shut up. There’s a party tonight if you want to come. It’s at the Duke apartment complex on campus. Serena and I will be going.”

“Sounds great.” He smirked and winked and pulled a can of spray paint from his back pocket and painted away at his canvas.

“Meess Johnson an’ Meestur Cleefor’, come heere for a moment.” Our teacher droned in his strange accent. No one has even attempted to find out where he was from. “You both have proveen that you are my best studeents in class. Theere is a museeum exhibition on Tuesday if you two woul’ care to tag along.”

“Of course I would love to, Mister Lavender, sir.” I beamed and nodded eagerly. Michael looked over at me then nodded.

“Count me in.”

We then exited the classroom after receiving all the information for the museum exhibition. The day had five more classes. I began the day with art, then I had acting, next was writing, soon I had math, and then english, and finally was vocals class. I had nearly every class with Serena, except for art, which is when she had band. I had art, writing , and english with Michael. I had vocals and writing with Luke. I had writing and math with Ashton. Finally, I had the same schedule as Calum, except for art. Singin with Luke was positively annoying, but he could actually sing. Michael was truly an amazing artist. Calum was a fantastic writer. Ashton constantly bombarded me with pictures, but always assisted me in math. Finally the day was over, and Serena was over excited to get me ready for this party. She gave me this huge makeover and gave me her dress and heels and curled my hair. She also insisted that I didn’t see myself until it was all over. I shuddered when I finally saw myself in the mirror. There was a girl I didn’t know standing there. A pretty blonde with neat curls and perfect makeup stood in the reflection. She wore shiny black heels and a stiff, short black dress. It had thick straps and hung inches above the knees.

“Who’s that?” I asked.

“It’s you, and you’re smoking.” Serena laughed. “Now come on, the boys will be here any minute now.”

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