Chapter Eight: The pain I live with everyday...
[Skylar’s POV]:
I rubbed my eyes again sleepily as I could automatically feel my hangover pounding against my skull. Yesterday was now a complete blur. I would always get super drunk and forget about my problems for awhile, it’s what I am use to. My cure I could say. I fought against myself to get up or not I knew if I didn’t my so called father would punish me for not going to school. Thinking of him sent flames into my blood, there were no words to explain how much a low life he was. I stumbled over to my suitcase which lied on the floor fully prepared for when I have the guts to leave forever. My eyes gazed to the pack of cigarettes that was temptingly on the top. I had tried to quit smoking, it never worked stress would just come back and make me start over again. Cigarettes are the alternative to drinking; it isn’t as effective though which was a pain in the ass. I ignored them and found myself a ripped pair of skinnies and low top converses. I didn’t keep much of my possessions they reminded me of my mother. Fuck that word was so disgusting, I had no mother I don’t want one. Women disgust me all they do is use you and screw the fuck with your head. I’ve started thinking that my mother was a worthless piece of shit in the first place it’s a good thing she overdosed. Worthless woman.
[Lauren’s POV]:
I leant against the front gate of school waiting impatiently for Skylar; he was bloody late for his first day. I had been thinking of him all night and every time I did I couldn’t help but smile. Just as I was about to give up I saw that face, the sexy mysterious guy, Skylar. Why is it that every time I think of him I could just dies? Perhaps it was because he was so mysterious. I liked that, it was like I couldn’t expect what was going to happen next.
“Hey again,” I greeted him giving him a flirty smile.
“Hello beautiful.” Skylar said giving me a quick peck on the cheek before walking towards the main building.
My hand went to my cheek automatically without thinking. That quick touch seemed so pleasurable that it scared me. I had never felt like that ever, not even with a full relationship. How could that tiny moment be more magical then well kissing Blake? Blake had the most magical touch I’d known and now this. Something about Skylar was tempting me for more. I brushed my fingers over my cheek in delight. He was definitely going to see more of me.
[Brooke’s POV]:
I had to get back on with my life. All I could see, hear and taste was Blake, it felt like he was taking over my body. I thought my feelings for him would’ve gone away now but it didn’t seem so. I couldn’t even think straight there would always be an image of Blake. It was cute but quite annoying. I walked into psychology class sort of happy knowing that I would see Anthony. Anthony... I hadn’t talked to him for awhile; I didn’t even know what happened to him the other day. I was sort of glad to see him. My eyes went to the back corner first but I didn’t see him. Perhaps he was late. I hoped onto my counter and opened my book to the perfect middle. I couldn’t help myself to start sketching the image in my head, Blake of course. There was something about Blake; I was in love with him... I didn’t listen to a word that my teacher said I couldn’t careless all I wanted right now was to keep Blake close to me. I looked at the image that I just drew and it was almost as perfect as the man himself. I couldn’t help but smile at the page I held. Yep I think I was in love... I heard the bell ring interrupting my dreamy thoughts. I noticed that Anthony wasn’t here. I didn’t like that, where was he? “Guess who?” I heard Blake’s familiar voice whisper.
I turned around to see Blake standing there with his sparkling hazel eyes looking down at me. I felt strangely protected by him even though I barely knew him.
“Can I ask you something?” I said worried.
What I really wanted to know was where Anthony was. I missed him; I wanted to be in his presence mostly because it made me feel like I belonged somewhere. Blake frowned in thought for while not saying anything.
“Do you know where Anthony is?” I asked sounding sadder then I was.
Blake grabbed my hands and brought them to his lips.
“I don’t know...” He mumbled kissing my knuckles.
He was so natural, almost like we where suppose to be together all along. Together, why had I just thought that? Maybe because somewhere inside me had the need for him, almost like he was the new air for me...
[Skylar’s POV]:
I leant against the murky white hallway covering my face with my hand. I felt like shit, why did I even bother coming here? My hand slid from my face unwillingly to my neck. I felt the makeup on my neck starting to rub off which was just adding to my pain. All of a sudden a screeching sound of the school siren went off. I felt myself stumble to the floor weakly as I saw people panicking. I covered my ears with my hands trying to drown out the sound but failed. This is all that I needed. My hangover was never going to fucking heal itself with shit like this going down.
“Hey you okay?” I heard a female’s voice ask.
I looked up to see two people standing above me. This girl was quite pretty her hair was as black as mine and her eyes where a beautiful pale blue. Her voice was so delicate even though she was trying to talk over the piss ass annoying sirens. She suddenly kneeled down to me and offered her hand to me. I saw the blonde guy next to her look away like he was annoyed at her for talking to me.
“Come on, everyone’s suppose to meet on the oval when the sirens ring.” She said taking a hold of my wrist.
The rush of pain went threw me as she touched me. I did not like people touching me, especially women. It was all to do with my mother, she had put me so much physical and emotional pain when she was alive and still now when she is dead. I hoped up from the floor and followed the two not knowing what else to do. I still burrowed my head into my hands ashamed of myself. I wanted all this pain to go away, and maybe then I would be able to continue on with living a normal life...
[Lauren’s POV]:
I crossed my arms over my chest bored as the principle went talking about more nonsense that I’m sure no one cared about. My eyes continued to search for Skylar who seemed to not be here which made me feel sad for some reason. I wanted him to be in my life and me in his. I still couldn’t quite understand why I cared about him so much; something told me though that this isn’t a good idea. I didn’t want to listen, to that voice. I wanted Skylar much more than anyone else. He would be mine, one day. Just then I caught a glimpse of Blake, Skylar and that strange girl Anthony had so much interest in. My smile widened as I saw them walk in my direction. My eyes focused on Skylar alone making my heart race. “Hey guys, Skylar...” I sighed slightly when I travelled my gaze to his dark eyes.
“You know each other?” Blake asked a tiny bit confused.
He was talking to me. Blake wasn’t ignoring me anymore, but I could feel the awkward tension he gave me as he looked at me.
“Thank-you by the way,” He said to the girl that stood to close to Blake it made me uncomfortable.
“Blake, who’s the new toy?” I asked like a bitch as I death glared the girl who he seemed to never take his eyes off.
I hated the thought of him getting over me, he still loved me. I know he does.
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