Flaws || h.s.

Chapter One

A/N: Hey guys(: This is the sequel to Perfection, hope you like ittt(:

Three Months Later

My eyes scanned the lunch room, looking for an empty table to sit at.

It was my first day at public school, and I was nervous as hell.

No one at my old school would talk to me. They thought I would try to kill myself if they said one mean thing. All I heard were whispers, everywhere I went.

I finally couldn't take it. I asked my mum if I could switch schools, and, luckily, after some nagging, she said yes.

It was fourth period, I'd made zero friends so far. Fun.

I sat down in an empty spot next to the wall. I quietly ate my lunch. After finishing, I realized I still had twenty minutes. I nervously toyed with the bracelets that I wore to cover up my scars. I tied and untied them, tracing the little butterfly tattoo that hid behind the bracelet and between the scars.

I smiled slightly, remembering that Harry had the same tattoo, in the same spot.

Harry was many miles away, on tour. I think he was in Canada now, but I wasn't sure.

"Nice tattoo," A male voice commented.

I looked up to see a cute, blond haired, tan boy.

I quickly tied them back on. "Thanks," I mumbled, looking away.

"Ya know, I've always wanted one. But my dad would slaughter me," He laughed.

I tried to laugh, but it sounded fake.

"I'm Mike," He offered his hand to shake.

"Beth." When my palm met his grasp, my bracelets slid down my arm, revealing both my scars and my tattoo.

He looked at them, then back at me, then back again, eyes wide. "Woah."

I pretended I didn't hear him. My phone vibrated, and I looked down to see it was a text from Harry.

Harry: Thinking about youu. Call when you can, wanna hear about your first day :) xx

"Oh, well, uh, would you maybe wanna hang out later?" Mike asked.

"I'm not sure what 'hanging out' entitles, but I'm taken, if that means anything," I scooped up my books and stood from the table.

"No, no, I wasn't hitting on you," He smiled. "I was just seeing if you wanted to hang out."

I blushed. "It definitely seems like you're hitting on me." I argued, suddenly not caring if I came off as a bitch.

"Well, I'm not. I wanted to know if you wanted to come to town with me and a few friends. You seem cool." He shrugged.

"Uh, I don't know anyone," I said dumbly.

God, I was so stupid! My first chance at friends and I was blowing it! It's like I didn't know how to interact with people! Well, I didn't, but still.

"Wanna meet 'em?" Before I could answer, Mike was pulling me to a table across the lunchroom.

Once we finally got there, I was met by four pairs of glaring eyes.

"Guys, this is Beth. She's new. We're friends. Beth, this is Jack, Scott, Leah, and," He paused and pointed to a girl with a curly brown ponytail who was looking away. I knew that brown ponytail. "Char."

Char. My childhood bestfriend. The girl who I'd danced with for years. The girl who was a controlling force in my suicide attempt. The girl who ruined my life.