He gave you a once-over, staring you down Sure, he was known as the goth of the school, but...You sure were something else. Ever since you came they had stopped calling him a goth and once he heard about you, a came to your class to check on you, to see if you really were a goth or not, he was judgemental as hell. But he couldn't find you there. Looking around, he eventually went to the school yard too. You were there, at the gates. You were leaving a bit earlier for your job, the teachers knew. You stood there in your eleven inch heels, your outfit screaming black, the blood red strides on your coursette shining in silk. Your hair a bit messy, your face pale as hell, you were a trad goth. His jaw dropped, doubting his own title for a moment.

"What the..."