"So tell me about Taylor. What's he like?" My sister smiles. I shrug. "He's cool." I shrug again. Am I always this awkward? "C'mon I've waited an eternity for you to get a proper boyfriend. That was actually ya know worth something." She says.
My blood boils, as I look away. Matt is worth something. Sure I barely know him now, but he was worth something. "Matt is worth something. So shut up." I reply my voice harsh. "Did you even break up with that sucker?" Did I? No I didn't. "Oh. My. GOSH! You're dating two guys at the same time?! Shit Sky, I never thought that would happen!" She laughs. "Who knew you were such a slut." She laughs leaving my room.
"You slut! No one fucking likes you! Die in a hole!"
I try and find the memory but nothing but the words. Who would say such a thing? Those words hurt. They said that to me? Or someone else and I saw? I feel tears in my eyes. The words hurt more then they should. I know I was bullied but that much? That even that sentence bothered me? I look at the time.
I should get to bed. It's late.
I walk down a long winding hallway. Every few inches there was a door. I reached out to open it. It was empty. Darkness. I shut the door. I feel as if I'm searching for something. I'm anxious and scared. What am I looking for? A cry echoes,
"Don't touch me!" The cry is familiar. It gets louder as I speed up my pace. Who is that? I hope they're okay. "Skylar why?" It's a small whisper that comes from behind a door. I place a hand on the cold knob, as a chill runs through my whole body shake.
I find my sister. I groan loudly. What was behind that door? Who was crying out? What had I done that made them upset? I sit up and she smiles at me. "Alright let's pick your outfit for to-" I cut her off. "No. I-I want to see how people treated me before. When I dressed the way I did." Her jaw drops. "Don't. P-" "leave." I whisper softly, climbing out of bed.
I enter my closet looking for clothes that look something like I wore to the hospital. What can I wear? I sigh. There's nothing that closely resembles. We threw everything out. I spy the red lacrosse shirt Nash gave me. I take it off the hanger slowly. I run my fingers over the fabric.
"Who bullied me?"
The answer Cameron gave me was a little too fast. He looked panicked as he answered. I trust him but at the same time I don't. Could he have lied? About everything? Was he my bully? No that wouldn't make sense. He looked hurt when I asked him what we were.
Not unless that was all an act. He felt guilty about bullying me and he wants a fresh start so he conjures up some fake story and he thinks I'm dumb enough to believe it.
Well Cameron, I'm not. I shouldn't have trusted him. It's silly of me to believe that some one of his importance at school would bother with a girl that I was. I shouldn't have trusted anyone but who the doctor had told me to trust.
The doctor said he was safe. That he couldn't hurt me. I was in safe hands. He would protect me. Help me through my tough times.
Instead I drifted from that advice. I'm stuck not knowing who to believe. Am I always this stupid?
I groan, slipping the shirt on over my head. It was big. Understatement. It was very big. I grabbed a hair elastic and tied up the back, there now it was at my waist. Kinda a bit below my waist above my butt.
I pulled on black jeans and a simple black zippered hoodie. I brushed my hair and brushed my teeth. I look normal. I look at my eyes. I look over at the contacts.
It's so tempting but I turn and walk away. Glasses. My aunt mentioned them. Where w- bedside table. I open the drawer to find a large case that said Ray-Ban. I open the case to find black thick-framed glasses. I took the out the glasses, placing the glasses on my face.
My vision becomes clearer. I walk over to the mirror.
I feel tears in my eyes. I look away. There's a knock at my door. "Come in." I choke out.
"There's my beautiful girl. You want breakfast?" My aunt smiles. I shake my head. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking though." She nods and walks out.
I look in the mirror again. How could she find me beautiful? I'm nowhere close. I frown.
There's still the problem of Cameron to deal with he lied to me. He was my bully. I have to talk to Nash.
I walked through the hallways being bumped ever so often. Yet I still pushed by, fighting against majority looking for the familiar blue eyes, I longed for the comfort they brought me. "C'mon Nash where are you?" I sigh to myself as I reach my locker. No sign of Nash.
I open my locker. Where could he be? He said he'd be there for me. Where are you then Nash? You promised.
"Hey Skylar." Someone whispers their arms wrapped around my waist, their chin resting on my shoulders. I relaxed into his touch. "Hey Tay." I whisper as he spins me around, backing me against a locker.
"You look cute today." He smirks. I feel my cheeks heat up. "Thanks. You look really, really good." I smile as he blushes.
He leans in and plants a slow, long kiss on my lips. He pressed himself against me. A moan escaped my lips as he pulled away, smirking. "Stop teasing." I mumble. He laughs brushing a piece of hair behind my ear.
"I'll see you later?" He asks. I nod, smiling like a fool. He laughs kissing me on the cheek. Before he leaves he presses his lips to my ear.
"Remember you're mine." He whispers and walks away.
"How could I forget." I mumble. I look down the hallway and meet eyes with blue.
He's quick to look away. I have to stop him. I grab the things I need and shut my locker. I push past people. I can feel the dirty looks but I don't care. I see Nash speed walking down the hall.
"Nash!" I call out. He doesn't even look back, he only speeds his pace, jogging.
"Skylar!" I turn around to find Cameron calling me. When I look back Nash is nowhere in sight.
Noooooooooooo! I was so close! I groan as Cameron runs over. "Let me walk you to class, I mean we are going to the same class." He smiles.
That's sweet. If you weren't a liar. "I'd rather you not." I say and walk away.
I'm not stupid Cameron. I know who and who not to trust.
I walk through the door to find Nash sitting alone. I run over to the seat beside him. "Hey. I was looking all over for you. Where were you?" I ask.
"Places you didn't look." He replies harshly.
"Nash I really need to talk to you about something."
"I really don't want to talk to you."
I feel my heart break. Nash knows I'm a lost cause.
"W-why?" I stutter.
"You cause too much trouble Skylar. For the past few days I haven't seen you I've been happy for once. My mom was right. I should've left when I had the chance."
I don't know what to say as he looks at me. What do I say? He's being so mean to me.
"Why'd you do it?" I feel my temper rising.
"Promise me to help. Be so nice and make me trust you only for you to be so rude. Wait actually don't answer that. You have been rude to me more than once." I sass.
"When was that?" He raises an eyebrow.
"When you bullied me."
He looked shocked. "Surprised I found out?"
"Where did you get that idea that I bullied YOU?" He chuckles.
"Cameron. He told me how you were my bully. I didn't believe him. But I do now. Taylor was right. You are a dick."
With that I stand up, ready to move. "Wait Cameron told you that?" I don't reply and walk away to the other side of the class where Mahogany was sitting.
"Hey what's going on with you and Nash?" She raised her eyebrow. I could see jealousy in her eyes. "Nothing. He's just being rude and I was wondering why." She nods. "Yeah Nash is a dick. That's why I broke up with him."
She flips her hair. Why the hair flip? "You dated?" I ask. Why was I never told this?! "Yeah for a while like since the summer before High school to like last month. "Wow." I mumble. "Yeah. I know. Can't believe I missed out on all the cute boys here for that long." She jokes.
I fake a laugh as the bell rings and the teacher calls for our attention. I still can't believe it.
Cameron was right. Nash bullied me and he dated Mahogany.