I'm in Love with Her! (Broken, But Still Good Book 1)

Part 01

Stacey’s POV:

It’s another perfect day for me; perfect boyfriend, perfect car, and perfect! I love my life. I’m the most popular girl in school, head cheerleader, student body and student council president.

“Nothing can go wrong for me.” She smiles and does her make up noticing a little bracelet. She stares at it and puts it away. “Darrin...”

The drive to school seemed much longer than usual. I don’t know what made me think of Darrin, we haven’t talked in years. I wonder how she is. She’s probably found some beautiful girl and gotten a job. As I pull up to the school, I see my perfect boyfriend tossing a football with his friends. And we walk together to class. Everything is perfect as we take our seats.

“Okay class today we’ll be covering, the principles of Supply and Demand.” This guy is so boring, I hate his class. As someone walks in I take this as being saved from dying of boredom.

“Excuse me. Hi, I’m new here.” I look up to see who walked in.

“Holy shit...” I mumble and stare at a tan girl, with short brown hair, and these slick green eyes. I barely recognized her. She has plugs, and on her right ear is a cuff and chain earring, she even has her left eye brow pierced. You can barely see it but she has a tattoo on the left side of her neck. It’s a pink ribbon with a name I can’t read, it’s probably for her mom.

“Hey, babes you okay?” My boyfriend Nick leans over and whispers.

“I know that girl.”

“Why?” I glare at him, and he looks shocked. Why am I getting mad?

“Okay class, looks like we have a new student. Would you like to introduce yourself?” We all look at her.

“I don’t care, my name is Darrin Eurie. As a warning don’t talk to me.” She’s a little harder than I remember. Then I notice a few scars on her arm; they look like little puncture wounds. She can’t be... I write the thought off as impossible.

“Okay, go ahead and take a seat next to...” He looks at his seating chart, “Stacey Beverly, can you raise your hand.” I do so without making eye contact. And she walks over. She maybe a little scary now, but her fashion senses are working. She’s wearing a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled above her elbows. Under she has on a black t-shirt with a bob-omb on it from that Mario game. She has a terry cloth wrist band and a necklace on. She still wears the necklace? Her jeans are ripped and she has on black chucks.

As she sits by me I see her arms better. She has a tattoo of an hourglass and chains. And the scars I confirm in my head; she shoots up. I look at her and she looks at me quickly and puts her head down. And doesn’t pay attention in class, she never took notes and never moved....

Darrin’s POV:

Damn it all to Hell! Why her? Why here! Of all God forsaken places! Just, don’t look at her, that’s all I got a do. I can see her staring at me, and I take the chance to look at her, big mistake. I set my head down and I don’t move. I can’t believe how much she’s grown. I don’t move even after the bell rings, I wait for her to leave. I look up, why, she hasn’t left yet! I groan and grab my bag and I walk out hitting a guy as I do.

“Hey, watch it.”

“Suck my cock, faggot!” I push through him. Catching a glimpse of Stacey’s shocked face.

 I already despise this place. Going through four classes, four long, boring classes, I can’t get Stacey out’a my mind. I walk into the bath room, fumbling with my bag going into a stall not bothering to lock it. I pull out a needle and I tie off my arm, pumping my fist, open and shut. And I inject beautiful venom into my arm.

 “Did you see that new girl, Stace?”

“Yea, I did.” I hear Stacey, Fuck!

“Nick says you know her.” What?

“Yea, I did.” She sounds sad.

“What’s up, girl?”

“She didn’t look like the girl I once knew.” I slip the needle out and I put the cap on, slowly zipping my bag. “She seemed different.” I try not to laugh.

“I heard she told Benji to suck her cock, and called him a fag.” They laugh.

“It was rude. She’s not Darrin....” I barge out.

“Of course I’m Darrin.” I look at her. She looks at me, “Shit happens, Stace. People change. I’m sure you have got some dark, dusty secrets no one knows.” Her friends stare at me.

“Yea, of course, I do!” She seems mad.

“Then maybe you should let it out. Here I’ll start. You interrupted my shoot up in there,” She looks horrified, “Yea I was shootin’ up, heroine too. Catch ya later.” I leave, and walk to class, leaving Stacey, who I’m pretty sure is terrified and hating me.