Bad Boys And Girls

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One messed up sadistic boy
One girl who hates the world
And One school who wont get rid of them.
What will happen?
Will Samantha fall in love with Donnie?
Will they kill eachother?
What will happen? Lets find out!

*~Louis duLac~*
Name: Donnie Sanders
Age: 18
Race: Human
Bio: Donnie is a high school senior who lives with his uncle, William. His mostly raised himself because of his uncle's constant absences. Donnie has developed a sadistic side over the years and often goes to far in his enjoyment in freaking other students out. He has been to five different schools since his freshman year. His uncle works hard to keep pulling strings to ensure Donnie stays in school, hoping the young man will turn his life around someday. Donnie simply laughs in his face whenever his uncle mentions that.


*~DeadAngel~*
Name: Samantha Chase [[Sam]]
Age: 16
Race: Human....supposedly
Bio: Samantha never really grew up in a loving home like other children. Sam was a classic case of child abuse...not just that she was almost killed by it. Finally CPS came and took her away from the hellhole. However she was problematic...she took her rage out on punching bags and getting fit at first then the fights started. Her aunt and uncle seem to care for her but she wont let them touch her in any way she is secretly to afraid to get close to anybody. Fortuantly her aunt and uncle both work at the school and the principle promised he wouldn't expell her...she would just have to work it off one way or another...she knows what to do when to do it...it's her job...

Donnie sat slumped in his seat with his head hanging back over the chair. The pressure felt good on his neck, plus he wouldn't have to look at the ugly old turtle of a teacher. Today was another slow day of reviews and he planned on doing absolutely nothing. He didn't want to deal with anybody much either. That was, until he had low giggles from his right.

He opened his eyes and looked over. Two new girls sporting horrible fake tans were glancing back and forth between him and themselves, giggling every time they did so. Un-fucking-believable. He felt like cutting their throats open and ripping out those annoying voices. He flipped them off just as both of them looked over at the same time. Their faces turned bright red and with a huff they focused their attention back on the teacher.

Sighing Samantha slammed open the door with her bag in tow. She walked up to the teacher. "New." That's all she said her voice was low and hushed, her eyes dangerous. The teacher said something and she sighed and rolled her eyes. "Hey idiots I am Samantha Chase. Call me that and you die. In fact don't talk to me at all." With that she stomped to the desk in the back by some guy these girls were giggling at and she threw her stuff down making a loud bang along with some metallic sounds. She whispered under her breath "Damn teacher expects me to fucking tell the world about me...fuck that!" She just huffed sliding down into her seat and pulled out a sketchbook.

This sketchbook wasn't like normal sketchbooks it was a black book...it had pictures of blood and gore but mainly knife and sword designs. Flipping to a new clean sheet she started to design a weapon again. This time she chose to draw a laser cannon. Her work looked realistic and would frighten people....if they looked through it all that is.

The next thing that bombarded Donnie's mind was a series of loud sounds that ended next to him. Whoever it was did a damn good job of landing on his target list. Call me that and you die? What a dumb threat. He rolled his head over to look at this loud mouth of a bitch. She looked like any other wannabe badass. She even had a book of weapon sketches out in full view, screaming to be noticed.

"Hey you, angsty bitch, keep it down. Trying to sleep."

"Shut up you bastard. Ts' not like your going to fucking die of sleep deprivation." Sam looked at him with pointed eyes. He scares/stiches were very noticeable when she looked straight at you. The one on her neck was the one people always asked about. The ones on her hand and leg weren't so noticeable they were just scars not stiches. Her eyes were dangerouse looking like she would kill without thought.

She flipped him off "Chauvinistic asshole." She said getting back to her drawings. Sam hating many things but one of them was that she was actually smart. If she wasn't fighting growing up she would be reading. That or she would be having to read books about why not to fight. Her eye started to twich so she hit it to make it stop...not noticeable hit but a like hit your forehead hit...

Donnie just watched her impassively as she retorted, noting more on her scars than her words. She had quite a few. He wondered how many of those were from others that got tired of her shit. Bet she wouldn't mind just one more as a little memento from him. He reached into his pocket to fish around in the junk he stored there. Sewing scissors, dog claw clippers, ink pen tip...ah, here we go. Staple remover.

He waited a bit longer until she was deeply engrossed her sketchings before reaching in from behind her head. He aimed the tiny tool right at her earlobe. Closer, closer....got it. He clamped down hard around the fleshy bit.

Sam's pink hair flew around with her head. The puncture was now worse. "If your going to try and cut me make it worth it." She reached down into her stockings and pulled out a small knife and stabbed it into his arm. "Want me to do more?" Her Ice blue eyes were dangerous like she was begging him to say yeas. SHE NEEDED THE BLOOD SPILLED. Never would Sam announce this at all but you could tell. The kids around were staring now completely wondering what will happen.

Her laugh came out as little tinkling bells at first like a child's laugh. It got a little louder but it was still soft and tinkling. "Come on what's your decision?" The principle told her to try and put this boy into place...she just wanted him to be her punching bag currently...she thought he could take it but she didn't know for sure.

The teacher stopped in his lecture and sighed. "You two in the back, please save it for after class. Pay attention to the lesson," he droned in his same old bored sounding monotone. Donnie took her hand and pulled the knife free from his arm. With his other hand he pressed his finger to his lips. "Shh, we're disrupting the class," he whispered with a grin. He faced forward in his seat and watched the board as he licked his arm clean. He'd have to clean it up better later. Once he was done he pulled a scarf from the tan girl's backpack beside him and wrapped it around his arm. The girl stared at him horrified but didn't say a word.

Samantha was completely content with what went down. Her stomache rumbled slightly and she giggled to herself as she kept on drawing. Finally she pulled out a container off food. It didn't look like normal food it was....gothic looking....disgusting and dead. Like something you would eat on halloween. Sighing she pulled out a black widow brownie and put it in her mouth and ate it in two bites she smiled but there was nothing on her teeth. There was a bottle in the container she opened it and drank it. This you could tell if you knew anything was of coarse Vodka she took another swig.

Donnie glanced over and raised an eyebrow at the brownie with the spider decal on it. This girl put way too much effort into looking gothic. He watched her eat in amusement. Then she brought out the bottle and opened it. His eyes went a little wide but his grin stayed in place. Vodka. He wondered how many times she had trashed herself on the stuff. Probably at least once since she was so comfortable with it.

Sam looked over at Donnie's way. Taking the bottle from her mouth she passed it to him. "You seem like you need some." She said now relaxing slightly but not a lot. Vodka was her second drink of choice. Her first would be suicides...well she called them suicides...mixing vodka, whiskey, and some other rather strong liquors in one whine bottle and drinking it. Never chigging of coarse just through out the day thing...she had alcohal poisoning once and she never wants to live through it again. But she did enjoy herself until she passed out. Zoning back in she smirked a rather evil smirk.

Donnie took it and chugged it all down before handing it back to her. "Thank you, I enjoyed it." Just then the bell rang and a flurry of movement started from all around them. Donnie swung his backpack on and head out before the between class onslaught could commence. He beat the crowds in the nick of time and headed straight down the stairs and toward the front entrance. He also hoped he would be able to escape running into the new girl again. The sooner he could get away the better.

Samantha knew exactly where he was going... He wanted to leave just like her. So she got her stuff walked to the window and jumped down. Popping back up she waited by the entrance of the school slightly hidden from a big bush. She chuckled as sh pulled a blade out from her boots and held it just in the right way to where she could cut him without being cut. No one drinks all of her Vodka without some sort of payment.

Donnie walked out into the clear air and took a deep breath. Out here it was quiet and still, just like he wanted. He set his stuff down on the front steps and leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. The sun was barely out today, but he could still feel a hint of warmth. Days like these were perfect. There might even be a clear sky tonight for the stars to shine through.

Donnie laughed. Sometimes he could be so sappy, It even amazed himself. He stopped though when he heard a rustle in the bushes lining the wide pathway. Only one guess to who that could be. "Good job, you followed me without notice. Go annoy someone else now."

Samantha walked out with her pink hair flowing in the wind...well somewhat flowing. Her ice blue eyes were almost white now. "You drank the last of my vodka." She said aproaching him slowly with her hands behind her back. "You owe me something. What's it going to be big boy?" She asked smiling an evil smile. She wanted to hear what he had to say before she stabbed him again. Her Jacket was off showing her spagettie strap shirt. You could now tell she had boobs actually. You could see scars all over her arms now. There was no way of her hiding what her father did to her when she didn't wear long sleeves or a jacket. She couldn't help but get slightly pissed when she noticed the big slash going from her elbow to her wrist on her right arm. All she did was try and block from being hit and he pulled the knife out and cut her. What a father he was.

"Big boy?" Donnie laughed. "You deserved it. Oh, and I would prefer not being stabbed again today, if you would be so kind," he said with a smile.

Her eye started twitching. "Then what would you like me to do to ya eh?" In all honesty some people would consider her more of the Cheshire Cat type than the Innocent Alice if you get what I mean. Her scowl turned into a smile...an ear to ear smile. "In fact don't worry bout it." She said as she slide her dagger into her boot again. Sighing she walked up to Bonnie and sat next to him. "Samantha." She said sticking out her hand.

"Donnie," he replied. This girl, Samantha, obviously must have ADD or something of the sort. The frequency of her mood swings was incredible. "Thought you didn't like to be called Samantha," he said with a smirk.

"I don't want you calling me Sam either....Hmmmm maybe Cheshire would work." She said still grinning ear to ear. She pulled her back closer and took out a normal bottle of whiskey. "You can't take whiskey you're not tough...That's what my FATHER said." She hissed at the thought of her father as she took a big gulp yet it not phasing her the slightest. "Want some? But you can't drink it all this time!"

Donnie laughed. "Whatever you say," he answered. He really didn't care what the girl like to be called. He figured already it would be a pop culture reference. But then again, so was his name. At least his mother had done it for him. He glanced at the bottle she offered and shook his head. "No thanks."

"Can't take it I see." She said looking at the bottle and putting it up to her mouth chugging it slightly. "So what period is it?" She asked totally lost on time.

Donnie grinned. "Anything other than red wine tastes like shit, I'll have you know." It was amazing how much she could drink in such a short time.

He shrugged. "Fuck if I care. I'm skipping out." He got up off the steps and slung on his backpack. He glanced at her once before heading off across the front lawn. He wondered if she would follow. Probably, but she was hard to predict. A good quality, now that he thought about it.

Sam watched him walk off the grabbed her stuff and danced behind him until she caught up to him. "Fuck if I'm going to stay!" She ran up ahead where there was a giant fence. Throwing her stuff over she started to climb. "Off I go." She said balancing at the top waving at him. Turning around slowly she hopped off the top which was a good ten feet at least... as tall as a tree.

Donnie raised an eyebrow at her. Well...that was odd. He went over to where he had clipped an opening in the fence a few days ago and pushed the thick wires aside to step through.

"There is no fun in that." She said sticking her tongue out at him while grabbing her stuff and walking away. "Where to go...where to go." She said out loud as she pondered a bit. "Ah the train track playground!" She said starting to walk off not caring if he fallowed or not.