If Today was Your Last Day

Chapter 3

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My glum mood instantly changes when I see Clayton from across the English classroom. Our teacher isn't here yet so people are spread around the room talking to each other and the occasional person acting immature. Clay's back was facing me, I noticed he was talking to that girl Kennedy I could tell it was her by the bleach blonde hair and skimpy clothes she was wearing I walked up behind Clayton.

"Hey," I said to Clayton. He turned and looked up at me.

"Hey, Scar!" He smiled.

It felt weird, me looking down on him, he's so much taller that I am used to always looking up at him. Of course it was different because he was sitting down.

"Umm, as I was saying... Clayton do you have a date for prom yet?"

Kennedy asks leaning in closer to him so that her boobs are directly I front of his face. God it's disgusting girls flirting with him. I clench my fist and resist the urge to smack the b**** out of her.

"I'm not quite sure yet, but I will let you know ok Kennedy?" Clayton says in a flirtatious tone, getting Kennedy's hopes up. As if Clayton would go to the dance with Kennedy right? Right...

"Ok but let me know," she winks at him and gets out of her chair and struts away, purposely sticking out her butt. Ugh, I HATE girls like Kennedy.

I take a seat beside Clayton, our English teacher walks in.

"Hey, Scar." Clayton looks at me with a googly eyed expression in his eyes.

"Clay, Clayton. Snap out of it," I snapped in Clayton's face and he shook his head.

"Sorry Scar, it's just that Kennedy is so hot that, just damn!" He smirks looking no where in particular.

Pain stabs at my chest. Him calling Kennedy hot makes my blood boil. Clayton is mine! Or isn't. Or is? Just snap out of it Scar!

"Oh come on Clayton get over yourself," I say masking how I really feel. I want to scream in his face 'be with me', but like usual... I don't.

"Ugh, fine I will stop talking about her." He turns around and smirks at Kennedy sitting a few rows behind him.

"But that doesn't mean I can't look at her," Kenedy bites her lip and Clayton winks at her.

My fists clench at their little flirting show, I'm going to murder Kennedy!

"Ew ok, stop it you are flirting right in front of me and I am about to puke. Seriously stop before I smack the love-struckness out of you,"

"Hey, I don't love. She's just hella hot!"

"Ok Clay you can shut up now!"

Our English teacher starts to talk but I ignore him. Whatever he was saying was most likely important but I was gappy today so I didn't really care.

If only Clayton said the things he said about Kennedy to me. No actually, I want him to like me and think I'm beautiful, not just hot. But I know that's not possible, cause even if he did have the smallest sliver of feelings for me, I still can't change the fact that I'm ugly and that Clayton Hill would never, ever call me beautiful. He won't love me know matter how hard I try.

"Scar. Scar!" Clayton shakes my arm.

"Hmm? Yeah what,"

"We are kinda in class right now and you are in like a sleepy state, wake up Scar!" Clayton claps in my face waking up the whole class.

"Mr. Hill, was that really necessary?"

"Yes Miss, it was." Clayton shoots me a look that reads 'what's going on'.

I just wave him off.

*ding, ding, ding*

I grabbed my bad and slung it over my shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

Clayton grabs my shoulder gently and spins me around.

"Scarlette, what's wrong with you?" Clayton looks deep into my pale blue eyes, nothing like his dark icy blueish green eyes. A look of worry spreads across his face.

"N-nothing Clay," my eyes dart around, his hands are still holding my shoulders so that I can't walk away or move.

"Scar, I know something is wrong, why won't you just tell me?"

"I-I just, want..um, well my dad.... Well and like love you but I."

"Scar your mumbling and rambling at the same time,"

"Just don't worry about me ok,"

"But Scarlette, you're my best friend and I love you,"

If only he meant it the way I loved him.

"Yeah I love you too,"

"So what's bugging you?"

Clay's arms drop and he puts them in his pockets.

"I, well, I...gotta go to gym see ya,"

I turn around and sprint away from Clayton as fast as I can. I open up the girls change room door and slam it behind me. No tears come but a rage of anger does. I throw my stuff against the wall and plop on the floor. I put my head in my hands and scream. No one is around to hear me, no one is ever around to hear me...