Dustin honestly didn't care that he was causing a scene just by dressing the way he was. It was how he dressed. It expressed who he was. He didn't even care that the cheerleader type girls in the back were gossiping about the black eyeshadow and lipstick. He had those long butterfly lashes girls killed for. He had them naturally. So he wore it. It looked down right hot on him. Most guys looked like clowns or crossdressers...him it was clearly part of his look. He had noticed though that there was a ninety-five percent female ratio to this school. Only five percent of the students were male. So not only was he gossiped about he was getting more than just a once over. Not that he cared. He didn't trust people and hated being touched because of the abuse he had went through.<br/><br/>These people were all rich. He had gone from pennies to riches overnight when his grandmother located him. He had still yet to meet the old lady. He looked up slowly as he heard someone was sitting across from him. His eyes taking the girl in. Studying her. He hadn't even realized he had sat down across from her. Another reason he was being talked about...new guy dared to sit across from miss popularity. What he really wanted was to play his guitar when nobody would hear it. Or when he thought nobody was listening. He was a great guitarist and had a beautiful singing voice. He was just afraid to let others hear it. He thought himself not that good. He studied her still. Least he wasn't the only one staring. SHe was staring at him as well.<br/><br/>"Hi." He said simply. Taking more bites of his food. Perhaps he should introduce himself? Yes. Did he want to introduce himself? No. Was he going to do so anyways? Yes. He looked at his food. "Names Dustin but I go by Fang." he said. Taking more food. "I am quite aware everyone is staring at me. Apparently no one is gothic in this school aside from me." He then fell silent. He wasn't a big talker til he got to know you. He also wasn't overly trusting because of how abusive his parents were.