To Write Love on Her arms

Aspen is a girl who has the world at her feet. In school she's a cheer leader, hangs out with all the popular girls and always gets lucky enough to date the hottest boys in school. As for Dakota hipster wallflower he doesn't have many friends and doesn't go out that much and didn't have any chance at getting with one of the girls hottest girls in school...or so he thought. It all changed for both Aspen and Dakota when they went out on a date on Valentines Day and they both fall in love with each other.

Aspen thought she'd live happily ever after with Dakota and as we all know all good things come to an end. For Aspen, an abrupt out of the blue horrifying end. Dakota went missing, and then she lost herself. Aspen became depressed and started self harming. There was one problem...Aspen knew who out of anyone that would know where her love had gone off missing to. To bad they both hate each other.

Will Aspen ever find out what happened to Dakota and will she ever love again?


1. Dakota

     I miss him so much it hurts. There's not a day that goes by when I don't think about him. He was my dirty little secret. No one knew about him. None of my friends even knew he existed. He was quiet and kept to himself. Didn't play sports, wasn't in any clubs. Didn't do anything but make sweet music. The first time I had heard him playing it filled my ears and swept me off my feet. 




 "Okay, well Brad is here. I'll catch up with you later," Laura said throwing her Coach bag over her shoulder.


   "Alright give me a call when you get home," I said turning around to wander the halls during extra help. I listen as Laura yelps with joy when Brad arrives. It's always the same thing every time she sees him. He comes late to pick her up every time because he has to leave campus and act like he actually enjoys her company for the chance to have sex with her before he goes to a college party. How do I know this you may ask? Well, I've been to a couple college parties myself and I always seen Brad there with another girl named Savannah. Why haven't I told Laura? Well because she never cared to tell me all the times she'd hook up with my ex boyfriend James. So karma's a bitch, a mean one at that.


      I walk down the halls by myself and look in classrooms that are all filled with desperate ninth graders who are fretting about there monthly examines. As I continue to walk down the halls music fills my ears. I turn down the hall to find where its coming from and when I do its blasting in my ears like a live concert. A boy with brown curly hair sings a song all by himself. I notice the weirdos all crowding around him. I don't want anyone to see me here listening to this nobody, sing a beautiful song. So I pull my iPhone out of my pocket and put it to my hear and pretend to talk to someone  who isn't there. I lean against the wall, and steal a glimpse at the boy who sings his beautiful tune to a song that I've never heard of before. "I don't know if I can make it this weekend Clare," I say to no one. I look at him again, and he notices me looking at him this time and smiles. I turn away nervous and so embarrassed of myself. 

       Suddenly the music stops and I hear someone calling, "Hey girl...Heeelllllloooooo?" I pretend to hang up my phone and I suck in a deep breath into my lungs and turn around to face him. My eyes widen when I see the boy staring directly at me. "Would you like me to sing Britney Spears for you...or, or what else do girls like you listen to? Miley Cyrus ? I could sing an acoustic version of  We Can't Stop if you'd like me to ." The weirdos all start laughing at me. I cross my arms over my chest and strut towards them. 


     "Excuse me?" I say. A girl with pastel blue hair laughs at me. I glare at her.


      "Don't you have some place to be? Someone sheets to be in?" The girl with the pastel blue hair asks. I smile at her sweetly , something my mother always taught me was to and in her own words 'Kill those bitches with kindness' I was twelve when she told me that. Two years later she died of  a long battle of lung cancer.


      "No, I don't actually. And to answer your question, no thank you. I'm not a big fan of Britney Spears or Miley Cyrus." I say to him. The boy raises his eye brows and nods his head. I turn to walk away and the boy starts to play his song again. I turn the corner and the music fades as I descend down the hallway. That was so horrible. Why do all those people look at me like that? I haven't done anything to them. Never talked bad about them.The only time I've said anything to anyone of them was today. Now the music is gone and I hear teachers lecturing students about how important it is that they pass they're midterms. Then I hear running feet behind me. Probably jocks chasing each other after a prank in the bathroom or something. Then someone is walking beside me .


     " My names Dakota," I turn to face him and what do you know it's the boy with the long black hair...actually now that I have a closer look at him it's brown and curled slightly. His green eyes shine bright through his stands of hair that covers his face.


      "Oh, Hi, I'm Aspen. The girl who you made look like a fool back there pleasure to meet you Dakota," I say sarcastically. 


      "I'm sorry I just thought you were like the other bitches." Dakota said.


      "Well next time you shouldn't assume things," I say. I take my phone out of my pocket and check if I have any text messages so I have an excuse to ignore him. Nothing.


        "Why were you listening to me sing?" He asks. I look at him for a second and turn away because the way he stares back is to intense for me.


         "I wasn't, I was on the phone." 


         "Bullshit!" Dakota laughs. "Gosh why can't you just admit it?" He asks.


          "The same reason why you can't leave me alone." I say with a smirk. He pushes me up against the wall.


              "You should let me take you now if you'd like..." He says, his green eyes pleading for a yes to escape my lips.


               "Come to think of it, I think I have someone's sheets I have to be in at the moment. Catch you Dakota right." I say walking away from him. I listen as he punches a locker. I knew that I'd see him again. I wanted to see him again but I wasn't going to let him know that.





              I wipe the tears off my face. I let something so good go to waste when I look back at it now and I hate myself everyday for it. I'll never be able to forgive myself for what I've done. I hate myself more and more everyday and I play it off so perfectly that I'm okay but I'm not. If only they seen the scars that cover my body and arms. 


               I take all my frustrations out on myself. Everything that happens is my fault. I am a horrible person. I don't deserve Dakota. I don't deserve all the nice things my dad buys me out of guilt of my mothers death. I deserve to die. So why haven't I just cut a little deeper end all of this. Something won't let me. I don't know what it is but it holds me back from taking my life. Maybe I don't want to die, but when I think of Dakota I think the only thing I deserve to be is dead. 


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