Discovering Scar

When Scarlett moves to Amrica, she begins to find new people, new secrets and a new her.
But with the help of her Soul-partner, can she get through it all?

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4. Chance

 

“So, how's the music place at the school?” Ella asks, eyes scanning the menu.

“Great, they have a white grand.” I beam.

“I'm glad,” She nods, not really understaning my excitement.

“I've been looking in to getting you a piano,” Ella peers closer at the menu.

“Really?” I exclaim, excitement bubbling.

“Yeah, there's a mini grand for sale on some website I found. Thought it could be a new school starting present.” She looks up at me over the menu, eyebrow raised.

“Thank you so much, Ella.” I say and look over my own menu. Loud laughter fills the air and I glance at the entrance to the restaurant to see the group of boys from lunch today entering. And Logan. My heart speeds at the thought of us singing and playing together; but then I frown as I remember how he looked horrified before leaving me sitting there like a lemon.

“You know them?” Ella notices me staring at them as they take a seat across the restaurant from them. I tear my eyes away quickly, shrugging.

“Just some guys from school,” I say, returning to my menu.

Some guys!” Ella exclaims, looking over at them.

“They are... woah.” She whistles and I kick her underneath the table.

“And the one in the black shirt, double woah.” She breaths and I risk a glance at them. Sure enough, it's Logan in the black shirt. My stomach pings and I watch as he looks distant, as though he doesn't really care what his friends are saying.

“I'm just gonna go to the bathroom,” I say to a half-listening Ella as a young waiter approaches; flirting full on with her. I slide through the rows of tables, unfortunately having to pass right past the table where Logan sits. As I scoot past them, I hear one of the boys, Justin I think, say something about me.

“Is that the cute English chick?” Another one agrees and tells him my name.

“I would sure like to...” But his voice is cut off as I push through the doors to the women's toilet.

 

“I'm going to go take a walk on the beach,” I tell Ella, leaving her in the restaurant where she's talking to a woman she met at the museum the other day. Creeping out of the doors, the cool air hits me and I dash across the street to the beach. The dark sky is lined with stars, far more than I ever saw in the sky in London. I slip off my shoes and let the still warm sand caress my feet. I start walking, singing softly as I go. Suddenly, I'm extremely aware of someone behind me. Turning quickly, I see a dark figure. I bite back a scream but a hand comes over my mouth.

“It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you.” A deep male voice breaths hot on my cheek. He releases his hand from my mouth and I squint in the darkness. Logan.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks and I start walking the way I came. He matches my pace.

“I was just... taking a walk. I hate crowded spaces.” I motion at the restaurant.

“Same, I can't stand too many people being around me at one time.” His voice is sad and I cast a glance at him. The moonlight makes his green eyes dance, casting shadows over his face.

“You were great the other day,” Logan says, turning to face me.

“Thank you, so were you.” I add, looking out at the sea.

“I'm Logan by the way.” He says and I smile.

“Scar,” I say and Logan offers me his hand. I go to shake it, but instead he takes it and plants a kiss on my wrist.

“Short for Scarlett?” He asks. I bite my lip and nod.

“So, you just moved here?” Logan kicks at a pebble on the sand as we approach the road again. I nod.

“Yep, a week ago.”

“Where are you living?” I frown and wonder whether I can trust this boy I only met today.

“Down Cherry Tree Road,” I answer, looking at him for a hint of recognition.

“I used to have a friend who lived down there,” He smiles at me, his eyes dancing.

“You have very beautiful eyes,” Logan gazes at me.

“How many girls have you said that to?” I look away but he chuckles.

“A lot... but yours really are beautiful. They're different. You’re different.” His eyes burn with intensity and I’m not sure whether to feel complimented or insulted.

“I should go,” I say as we reach the road. Slipping on my shoes, I run back across the road and in to the restaurant; fully aware of his following gaze. 

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