How to save a life

Nash is your typical teenage boy. Blue eyes, brown hair, athletic, all the girls want him in their panties. Being a football player puts him at the top of the school, being Captain makes him king. When a new girl catches his eye he can't help but stare, only thing is…she's a total loser. Wears thick framed glasses, hair is always in a messy bun and wearing her sweatshirts and jeans with converse. She became an easy target for everyone. Until the day she had enough. Nash knew he could have saved her and when a girl just like the last comes into the school he's determined to save her. Before it's too late.


11. Chapter Eleven


by the way every tenth or fifth chapter is a different characters' Point Of View (POV)


I open my locker, pulling out my stuff. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I spin around to find Mahogany. "Hey Nash." She smiled. I waved and turned back to my locker. "So, Jenny is having a party this weekend and-" I cut her off. "I'm not going." I grumble. I didn't feel like talking to anyone, except if it was Skylar otherwise I'd talk for hours. "Yeah, me neither. Maybe we can hang out and skip the party together." Wait, hold up. SHUT. THE. FRONT. DOOR.

I find myself laughing as I close my locker, turning around. "Not gonna happen. Why don't you skip with Aaron or the other dudes you've slept around with behind my back." I smirk at her reaction and began walking to my class. Health.


I walk in and see Skylar an open seat beside her. I try not to look like I'm running and sit down beside her. But she doesn't notice. "Hey." I whisper. She looks over at me, pointing at herself. Mouthing "me?" I nod, smiling. "Hi." She shrugs, looking uninterested in the conversation. Don't cry. You haven't lost all hope. "Where did you go yesterday? I wanted to apologize." I say truthfully. "Well, I left and bumped into this really nice guy."

I felt a pang of jealousy. Watching the way she smiles at the thought. "Oh. Cool. Mahogany wants to go out again." I say, trying to see if she shows any emotion. She bites her lip. "Cool." She nods. "Cool." I mumble as the class starts.


The day flies by and I barely even notice. I walk out the school and see a familiar boy. A blonde boy. I jog over to the boy, oblivious to the world, lost in his own thoughts. He didn't fit in, his uniform making him stand out. "Matt?" I breathe. He turns to me and a smile spread across his face.

"Nash! Haven't seen you in ages!" We hugged. "Yeah, I've been pretty busy lately." I shrug. He nods, looking around. "Hey, what are you doing here? Not that I don't enjoy seeing you." I see his smile fade as he gulps. I turn to find Cameron storming over. "Look Cam, I can explain!" He says immediately. He just rolls his eyes and grabs him by his elbow. Matt shakes him off and I see the smile return. He runs off and I watch him.

He picks Skylar up, spinning around with her in his arms. You could hear her laugh. He put her down, smiling as their foreheads touched. I watched as Matt leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed back, not stopping like when I had kissed her. I tore my eyes away from the sight. Cameron looked sorry, I noticed his bruised cheek. "It'll never last Nash." He shrugs. I look back at them. They smiled at each other. "Right." I nod, not believing that for a second. I walk off to my car. I drive away from the property.

I find myself driving past my street, and the street after that, and after that. Until I reach farmland. I pull over to the side and climb out, walking down a rock path. I kicked stones as I walked. I reached my spot. It was a relaxing little place. It was a look out of the city. I sit down on the grass, pulling my knees up to my chest, resting my head on them. I let the tears fall. It's crazy that I have to drive out here to let my emotions free.

They hit me wave after wave. Christina's death. Skylar. Matt. Hayes. Carter. Mahogany. Football. Dad. Mom. Skylynn. Taylor. I fisted at my hair pulling, screaming. Not from the pulling but out of frustration. I ruin everything. I can't get anything right!

I let out loud wails, feeling bad for myself. Why can't I just be one of those normal teens?!


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