But there was something about Charlotte. She wasn't like the most prettiest girl in the world, but anyone with heart could tell that she had a beautiful heart. A heart that could easily be broken. A heart that needed to be protected.
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The drive to the school was silent.
I was also 46 minutes late. Now 47.
Our drama this morning was flying above our heads, looming in each nook and cranny of our minds.
Floating.
Creeping.
I still shivered when I remembered Peter's outburst. Sure, I understood that he had a past, just like me, but now, I knew that I had to be careful around him.
He was broken like me. Shattered. He just hid behind a wall, like I did.
Peter muttered a good-bye to me, before driving off to his college.
It's amazing how one day can be a horrible for one, but normal to the other. Scholars were still walking around, talking to their friends, like on a normal school day. No one would ever guess that Peter had just shouted at me, like he had never done before.
You might think- He just shouted at you! Big deal.
Not for me.
My walls have been torn down with a sledgehammer. I'm vulnerable. So vulnerable I can admit that I'm this close to falling down. On the outside, I look fine. Clothed, clean, and maybe a little pretty.
On the inside, I'm drenched in mud, shattered and ugly.
Nothing in my life has mattered more than it does now. Because I'm at the stage where I don't know what to do next. I'm lost.
But no one can see that.
Except for maybe Peter. The thing is, he's lost too.
How can a lost person help another?
I walked into the school, holding the straps of my backpack. I kept my head down, counting down the seconds till I reached my locker.
Instead, I walked into a human being.
A boy actually.
Trevor reminder alert.
I expected the "WHAT THE HELL?" shout from the guy.
"Oh- hello!" the guy said.
I looked up to see a tall guy, with brown hair and ice blue eyes. A baseball cap was covering his head, a jacket slung across his shoulders.
Hot.
"I'm sorry for slamming into you," I said.
The guy looked surprised. "I'm sorry for being in the way."
