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Chapter 2

The pale girl staring back at me from the car window looks terrible. The one day I actually need to look descent, I look like I haven't slept in days. I woke up quite early this morning, determined to look my best that I ended up spending too much time in the shower to scrub off all the impurities that I barely had anytime left to get ready. My messy bun would make the perfect nest for some squirrels. I realise the stupid mistake I made by wearing jeans a bit too late. My leg is going to be hurting all day as long as the fabric keeps on pushing against my wound, rubbing and pulling the skin apart, widening the cut.

Once at school, I try to amend my look by stuffing my T-shirt into my jeans. Not the best look but not the worst either. That's all I'm capable of doing before the bathroom gets crowded with girls hurrying to do their make-up and hair. Leg hurting, I stand by my locker and scan the people that walk past. The whole school seems to be in today, I even spot some unfamiliar faces

but his isn't one of them. My heart skips a beat every time I catch someone in black but it's not him. Not even his friends either. I wait for fifteen long minutes before the bell rings and I woundup going to class with the girls. Fingers crossed that I'll see him after first period. I've been rehearsing what to say to him all morning. Every line has different alternatives of what his

response might be. The worst I can think of is him cussing me out. I don't know how I'll be able to show my face again if that happens.

"You look cute." Bianca remarks as soon as Lisa steps in the classroom. She sends her a pleased smile.

"Got to look cute for the date." Bryana chimes in, admiring the pink, floral dress Lisa has on. It's good to see that at least one of us had time to look good this morning.

"By any chance has any of you guys seen the Goths?" I ask.

"They never appear on school grounds in the morning, they're always late." Lisa answers dismissively, not caring to ask why. Bryana is the one who does.

"No reason in particular. I just thought it was weird that I didn't see them."

"You were looking out for them or something?"

I shake my head, lying. Thankfully, Mr Patrick makes his appearance before they are able to ask anything else. "Good morning, class." He slaps his bag on the teacher's desk and go straight to writing some kind of formula on the wall. I don't wanna tell them anything until my talk with Michael is a success. I don't even know how to phrase the reason why I wanna talk to him.

Despite, his extremely good look I've grown fond to admiring, I don't have a crush on him and I bet the girls would flip if I said I did. Rumours have it that he has a tragic past with parents that

want nothing to do with him. It's said that he lives in an old crooked house on his own and I find it hard to believe that since he is still a minor. The authorities would've stepped in if that was the case. At least that's what I believe though the world is kinda messed up. Curiosity has gotten the

better of me and I've been dying to find out his story. Its only today that I've woken up with the determination of finally making my approach and maybe built a tiny friendship that could get me somewhere.

Math is even harder to understand with my mind more pre-occupied than ever. I keep on glimpsing outside the door to see if he might pass by. My luck is as poor as it was in the hall. I know that I won't be able to go talk to him if I do see him as Mr Patrick doesn't allow us to go to the restroom but at least I'll be at ease knowing that he's at school. I don't think I'll have the courage to talk to him tomorrow if he's absent today. My will of doing things only visit once in a while.