*Check TW* [Rewriting]
"I told the stars about you"
Persephone Drakos, a girl nobody notices who has learned to love loneliness, seemingly fine by anyone who chooses to glance at her as they pass by is secretly struggling with the loss of her siste...
I stayed up all night finishing the first part of the assignment. It was simple enough, we just had to write a short paper describing our partner.
Okay maybe it wasn't simple enough considering Kol doesn't tell me any-fucking-thing but I got it done, that's what counts.
Placing my paper in my binder I shove it in my backpack, running to my bathroom to apply my makeup.
I lean over the sink, brushing my finger against the scar on my cheek.
"Una puta, como tu madre." He spits
(a slut, just like your mother)
"Al menos no soy un idiota como mi padre"
(At least I'm not a dumbass like my father)
The words leave my mouth faster than I can comprehend and my head jerks to the left. Before I can realize what happened I felt a sudden sting on my cheek; he slapped me.
I breath deeply trying to rid my mind of the memories, the scar is noticeable to say the least.
Sighing, I apply my mascara and lipgloss. Feeling content I go to my closet
"What to wear," I ask myself. I Pull out an oversized brown sweater, tights and a pleaded grey skirt
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I flatten out my skirt, smiling in content at the perfect fall outfit I've made. Twirling in the mirror
Grabbing my backpack I make my way to the garage grabbing an apple from the kitchen before heading to school.
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Heading into AP Lit, I notice Kol is already there making me smile
Why am I smiling
"Hey Kol!" I smile, sitting down next to him. "Hey" he nods, my smile falters. I cross my legs and turn to face him.
"Did you like the food?" I ask, trying to make conversation again.
He's texting someone, his hands are nice.
No they aren't, it's just the rings
I like the rings
"Thanks" he says, causing me to jump at the sudden sound
Did I say that out loud? Fuck
I start pulling at the edge of my skirt. Did I do something wrong? Is that why he's acting like...this?
Cold and distant, hot and cold
I turn to the front of the class, still playing with the end of my skirt when someone's hand is suddenly in my lap
