The Boy with the Hazel Eyes

When rivals Skai Coleman and Michael Clifford clash, which of their friends will overlap and change their lives?


3. she's got a rose tattoo


Chapter 3


Skai’s POV


Dinner slowly but surely crept by, and all the boys did was talk about video games. The two girls at the table texted until I was sure their thumbs were going to fall off, and Charlie gave me several death stares. I sat quietly (for once in my life) and just flicked several glances towards the newcomer. Ashton Irwin. He was handsome and all, but he already annoyed me. He wouldn’t stop staring at me and he was sitting too unbelievably close to me. He constantly drummed his long fingers on the table and giggled too obnoxiously loud every time a smart-ass remark was made, often by me. I assumed no one would hear.

“It was an absolutely wonderful night, but I’m blowing this popsicle stand.” Luke chirped and got up to leave.

“Is that the only thing you’re blowing tonight?” I muttered under my breath. Another chuckle from Ashton, but this time he was in fits. His face red and then he burst into a full on laugh. Most girls would have thought it adorable, but I really didn’t want this group to dislike me until I found someone other than the Michael Clifford gang.

“Yeah, I’m out.” Michael said as he stared at the deranged Ashton.

“I’m going too.” I said quietly.

“You don’t want to stay for some girl chat?” Bree said almost tauntingly.

“Urm, no thanks. I prefer to not be in noisy crowded restaurants.” Charlie grabbed my arm as I stood so my ear was to her lips.

“Michael’s mine.” She growled. “You do not lead him on.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Me? With Michael Clifford? I’d rather listen to country music on loop for an entire week.

“Don’t worry about that, love.” I winked and strolled out. Calum left not far behind, and then Ashton left after him. I went for some browsing and found myself in Hot Topic where I heard two voices. One being a pure New York accent, another was a thick Australian one.

“You said she was ugly, dude!”

“She was when I left, but now… damn.”

“Yeah, damn.” This is where I had to enter the conversation.

“Oh boys, don’t you know it’s rude to talk about people behind their backs? Oh, and Michael, I suggest you keep your eyes focused on that redhead. Seems like she has a soft spot for you.”

“Hello, gorgeous. Mikey here played you off like some old cardboard box, but you seem like everyone’s dream girl right now.”

“In your dreams, Hemmings.” I turned away, but crashed into something, or someone.

“Oh shit! Are you okay?” I helped the guy up. Those stupid hazel eyes met mine. “Ashton, can’t you watch where you are going?”

“You ran into me, Mrs. All-American.”

“Really a nickname?” Michael and Luke witnessed all of this too… shit.

“I bet Skai isn’t even your real name anyway.” I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t but I hated my real name. “Is it… Skylar?”

“No.” I quickly retaliated, but he was right.

“Yes it is.” Michael muttered.

“Shut up!”

“Skylar, I like it. Now let’s go shopping and you can explain to me everything.” He grabbed my upper arm and led me to one of those charging stations. “Sit.”


“Sit.” I grumbled and sat next to him. “Now what’s your story, love.”

“You sound like a kangaroo.”

“That’s my story to tell, not yours.”

“Why do you care.”

“Because I want to know how you got that rose tattoo on your hip.” He nodded at my right hip. He wasn’t supposed to see that, no one was. It just barely peeped over my shorts.

“Not important.”

“Why do you hate your name?”

“Irrelevant to you.”

“Why do you shut people out?”

“I don’t.”

“Why do you shut me out then?”

“I’m not.”

“Why won’t you answer my questions?”

“Why do you ask so many questions?”

“I’ll answer that when you answer yours.”

“Well then I guess we will always be confused.”

“Then I guess you are just another pretty face aren’t you?”

“What?” I gagged on my words.

“I knew it.”

“Knew what.”

“You want to be that girl who wants to set new standards. That’s why you changed your name isn’t it? Skylar was too soft for you.” How did he know every button to push.

“What did Michael tell you?”

“I don’t speak to him. No one in that group speaks to me at a humane level. You are the first person that is not related to me that has.”

“They can’t be that bad all the time.”

“Sorry, but if you don’t want to talk about getting girls in your pants, video games, or drinking, then you are dead to them.”

“Calum doesn’t seem that bad.”

“Calum is just, quieter, but yeah, he’s that bad. So please tell me something about you that isn’t completely disgusting and shallow.”

“And why should I spill all my little dirty secrets to you?”

“Because I see the gears turning in your little head. You want to fit in here more than anything. I can help. I’m likable.”

“Doesn’t seem like it to me. Oh my god, how do I get them to stop looking at us?” Michael and Luke were gawking at us from the store entryway.

“You could flip them off.”

“No they would think it’s sexy. ‘She’s so feisty. She has a personality.’” I mimicked their stupid voices. Ashton laughed.

“You know,” He paused and got comfortable in the little chair he was in. “You are very funny. If you said half the smart-ass things a little louder, the girls would like you.”

“So why don’t you talk to them?”

“Because Bree fancies Luke, and Charlie lusts after Michael.”

“Could you sound a little less fucking Australian? You sound too much like Michael.”

“You like me.” He stated. It wasn’t a question, but a remark. It was annoying he read my mind. He pulled out a little booklet and scribbled in it.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Song lyrics, love.” I swear his accent is getting thicker by the minute. He showed me the tattered book. Words scribbled across the page.


Mrs. All-American

She’s got a rose tattoo but she keeps it covered

colors in hair, never fade



I’m not being me

please don’t break my heart


“How sweet, a song, for me?”

“More than one actually. These shitty lyrics won’t work together.”

“They are quite good. Um, I assume you play the drums with that obnoxious table-tapping.”


She’s got a rose tattoo, but she keeps it covered. I play guitar but she’s into drummers.” I sang as he scrawled words across the page.

She sees my face around, but she doesn’t even know my name. I pierce my lip so she thinks I’m cool. I rip my jeans and drop out of school. That’s where the well runs dry, my friend.He had a lovely voice. He shrugged off the lyrics.

“I expect some credit for those lyrics.”

“Of course.” He laughed. “Now tell me the deal about the tattoo.”

“Will you buy me a Fall Out Boy t-shirt if I do?”

“I’ll buy us matching ones.”

“I got it for a modeling gig. It was a perfume ad and the scent was, guess what, roses. I figured if I went the extra mile, I would get the gig. I was right. A few photo shoots later and I’m plastered in the latest issue of Vogue with a scent sample.”

“I know.”


“You can’t be serious? You think I can tell that’s a rose from the one little line peeking above your shorts? I’ve seen the ad, Mrs. All- American. Damn. That was a sexy ad.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“Shut up. There’s a reason why it’s covered. So guys don’t do that. And roses are soft.”

“I was only joking. Thorns. Skylar, thorns.”

“Excuse me?”

“Roses aren’t soft. They are beautiful, but not soft. They have thorns. The antagonize you to come a pluck them, but then cause a would you are willing to pay for that single rose. Dammit, I want you to be my rose. You are a rose.”

“That’s the cheesiest metaphor I have ever heard.” I glanced back over at Hot Topic, where Mikey and Luke were still lurking. “Flirt with me.”


“Just shut up and go with it, blondie.” I rose from my seat, and found myself sitting in his lap. I ran my fingers through his curly hair, and I giggled constantly a girly little laugh. I felt one of his long-fingered hands grip my waist and one on my thigh. I looked into his hazel eyes. They were so full of life, and so full of promise. They were so full of hope. Hope? Hope is for rookies, kid. Go back to little leagues. His quirky smile met those gorgeous eyes. I glanced up to see Michael and Luke staring, but slowly moving away.

“Not much longer. Sorry about the random attack.”

“I like it. I mean, I like you think on your feet, that is.” Good save.

“How are you?”

“Oh, I’m grand. I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.” I jumped up. Did he really just say that.

“The Fault in our Stars? Did you just quote…”

“You have read that book? It was while you were a Skylar wasn’t?”


“Sadly, I have great remorse over the fact I have never seen to movie.”

“I have only read the book.” We both said at the same time.

“Would you like to hear something interesting?” I asked and he vigorously nodded. “They never say Hazel nor Augustus’s-”

“Hair color.” We say at the same time again.

“You little nerd!” I shrieked.

“Only as much as much of a nerd as you.”

“Well John Green is brilliant. I cannot believe how amazingly accurate he pictures the female mind. Well, except for the constant thought of death.”

“You, Skylar, are brilliant. Even your stupid pink hair is flawless.”

“I like the way you say my name.” He scribbled in his booklet again.

“Really? I thought you hated me.”

“I do. I utterly hate everything about you.” We began walking as we conversed. “I think your hair cut is doltish. I think your bandana is sorry, and I believe you are extremely pretentious, especially when it comes to me.”

“All true.”

“Do you mind? I’m monologuing here. Where was I? Oh yes. Your fingers are too incredibly extensive. You seem a bit dense when it comes to idle talk. You are much too poetic and you laugh is annoying. You also ask too many questions when you meet someone for the first time. You always say what I’m thinking and you always smile at me like I’m some sort of angel that has been put down on this earth just to comfort you. I suppose that’s why I like you. There is so many negatives they become positive.”

“Just when he can’t become more perfect, she does.”

“I legitimately just insulted you in a speech and you like me even more? You are like chicken pox, Ashton Irwin.”

“Chicken pox?”

“Annoying and repetitive.”

“Fair enough. But as I was saying, You are so extremely intelligent you don’t even realize it yourself. Hold on, I need an ice-cream. You remain in your little bubble that also contains your perception of the world, that you don’t even bother to include others in it.” He pulled out his wallet and ordered some ice cream from a Dairy Queen. “Do you want anything?”

“No thanks.”

“Your loss.” He shrugged and ordered a chocolate milkshake. As the perky waitress handed him the drink, he turned and I took it from his hand. I took a sip and handed it back to him.

“Scrumptious.” I laughed and he just looked in awe and took a swig of his own.

“I must agree, except I prefer my chocolate milkshake without,” He took another drink mid sentence, “strawberry kiwi lip gloss.”

“I think it makes it better.”

“You’re really cute, you know that?”

“I’m a fucking model. I consider myself gorgeous.”

“Whatever.” He laughed. “What’s the deal with your hair?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s pink and blue. That’s usually not natural.”

“Well I like it like this.”

“I’m not saying I don’t like it. What’s it’s natural color?”

“White blonde.”


“No, I’m lying.” I said sarcastically.

“Do you want to go to a party?” He asked as he took another sip of his milkshake.

“Will it be an actual party?”

“It can be, or we could just go to my house. Either one.”

“We aren’t hooking up, curly-q.”

“Wasn’t suggesting that, Bubble gum.”

“Can’t you just call me Skai like a normal person?”

“It’s funny you think I’m normal.” He winked.

“So I prefer the real party.”

“That sucks.”

“Oh, were you expecting to do that tonight?” He giggles again.

“No. I just wanted to get to know the real Skylar.”

“Well, my name is Skai and need more than one friend.”

I whipped out my phone and texted my mom.

    going to party. text me the address so a friend can bring me home. love you xx -Skai


    love you too. a party already? oh well. curfew is 11. the address will be sent later, once i remember it ;P -mom


    My mom’s great.

    “Alright, my mom said it’s cool.”

    “Let’s go party then.” He smiled with a glint in his eye and then grabbed my hand as he dragged me through the bustling mall.

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