"This one I did after-my dad left. I Was Ten, I think" I speak to the girl from yesterday showing her my scars, I already knew her name from seeing her before, something sweet like y/n.
"Last week, first day at my new school ... sucks" she replies showing me hers.
"Westfield, right? The worst. Thrown I got out of there"
"I hate it here. I hate everyone. All There bourgeoisy designer bullshit. East Coast Was much cooler. I mean, at least We had weather" she chuckles.
"I love it When the leaves change" I smile.
"Yeah, me, too"
"Why did you move here?" I question.
"My dad Had an affair. My mom literally caught in the act him"she sighed.
"That's horrible. If you love someone, you should never hurt them ... never" I reply smiling.
"Right? I know. And the worst hand Is that six months earlier, my mom had, like, this brutal miscarriage" she says leaning back.
I write "taint" on her chalkboard.
"The baby was seven months old, and we HAD to-have this macabre funeral. Have you ever seen a baby coffin?" she asks.
I sit near y/n and gently touch her wrist.
"I'm sorry" I sigh.
"Why are you seeing my dad?" she says changing the subject quickly.
"Do not ask a question you already know the answer to. You're smarter than that" I reply rudely.
She gets up and the music stops playing.
" Want to listen to Morrissey? He's cool and he's pissy and he hates everyone and everything" she chuckles.
"got any Kurt Cobain is that thing?" I ask.
"What are you doing in here?" her dad asks standing at the doorstep of y/n's room.
" Just listening to music, Dad" y/n replies rudely.
"You need to leave, Shawn. I'm sorry. He should not be in here, and I think you know that ... please" he sighs.
"What's that thing you think I'm afraid of? Fear of rejection?" I reply.
I walk out of the room.
"Stay away from him" I hear her dad from her room.
"Dad, nothing ..." she trailed.
"you heard me!" he shouted.
I run down the stairs, upset.
"No! Bullet, bullet, bullet!"I shout.