My reflection in the mirror shows my yellow and fading bruise. It’s been two days since me and Jason skipped school, and despite calls from the school Mick and Christa have never been sober enough to answer. Stepping into the shower I let the water flow across my back relaxing my stiff body. It’s really quite early because I wanted to curl my hair this morning.
I’d never admit it to anyone but I really want to impress Jason. Because Courtney was right. Jason could have any girl he wanted so why would he choose me? The shy girl in the back of the class, never talking, never answering questions, frankly, the girl that’s invisible. Jason could date any girl in the whole school so if I want him to like me I guess I’ll have to try harder.
I begin to curl my hair slowly wrapping it around the hot iron. I’m careful not to burn myself or to miss any obvious strands of hair. Ten minutes of tedious curling I shut of the curling iron and reach for bobby pins. Josie bought them for me for my birthday last year, but this is the first time I’ve actually removed them from the package. I twist my bangs back along my head and pin them with a couple bobby pins. I feel the curling iron and making sure it’s cool I put it back in the drawer.
I head to my room and select a nice black v-neck and a bright pink undershirt. Slipping into my best jeans I also put on some pale pink flats. Grabbing my book bag I rush out the door and begin my walk to school. I would have taken my car had Mick not made a horrible mess of it last night when he went out with his “buds”. Needless to say it smells distinctly like alcohol and puke.
My mind wanders to the day ahead. Happy to see Jason again I’m in a very happy mood, but it’s another day of school after I see him so that’s a damper. I spent awhile getting to know Jason and in this short time I have really fallen for him. I think I may even love him. Despite how I feel I will definitely not be the first one to say it in fear that he will not feel the same way. Jason is really sweet despite being popular. He doesn’t care who likes him and who doesn’t he just blows it all off. The only problem is if he wasn’t a new kid there is no way he would want to date me. Let’s be honest here, I was quite a sight when I was younger. Braces and glasses not a good combination when you’re smart. The doubts start to cloud my mind again as I realize I’m not good enough for him. He should be dating a popular girl who can keep his reputation up. The way I cannot. My thoughts are interrupted when I see the school building coming up on my left
The walk to school was short and I’m suddenly standing in front of the unforgiving torture of school. I’m beyond excited to see Jason so my good mood is not detoured at all. Of course I just saw him yesterday and Josie would argue that I’m acting like an immature, foolish, love-struck, little girl. I think I’m falling hard for the new boy that crashed into my life.
The walls of the school are like a death trap. No pictures on the wall just posters encouraging us to come to this jail more often than we already have to. My locker is down near the library so I often stop at the bulletin board and check it quickly.
Beef and Noodles
Three senior scholarships
Student council meeting
None of which involve me. Once at my locker I put away my book bag.
I’m suddenly self-conscious of the bruise on my face It’s beginning to fade but it’s still clearly visible. I scramble around in my bag looking in every pocket in search of my makeup. Cursing under my breath I pull it out and start to apply it before the bell rings. Looking in the mirror attached to the door of my banged up locker I assess the bruise, but before the pad hits my face it’s rudely yanked out of my hand. I spin on my heels expecting Courtney and her goons, but I’m shocked to see the gorgeous brown eyes I fell in love with staring at me.
“Kathleen what is this?”
“Makeup” I reply quickly looking at the ground
“Now why in the world would you be putting this……disgusting…….stuff on your face?” He holds the foundation away from his body at eye level, between two fingers. Much in the way you would hold a dirty diaper. My original plan was not to answer but with him staring at my so intently I really can’t help myself.
“Iwantedtocovertheruiseonmyface.”
“Kathleen, don’t mumble.”
“I didn’t like the bruise on my face so I was going to use my makeup to make it less noticeable.” I pause before ashamedly adding. “I wanted you to like me.”
I stand there with my eyes glued to my flats as I wait to see his reaction. I wait awhile but when he says nothing I get curious. I slowly pull my eyes up from the ground to see his beautiful brown eyes clouded with tears, and a deepening frown on his face. He takes a step toward me and my eyes instantly find the interesting tiles laid upon the floor. I see his shoes appear seconds before his hand gently pushes my chin up to meet his water gaze.
“Kathleen, do you really think my feelings for you would change from something as miniscule as a bruise on your face?” As a tear falls down his face I can’t take it anymore and I turn my head to avoid his ashamed look.
“Kat look at me.” He says with a softer voice.
He doesn’t even have to force me to look at him. The sadness in his voice is by far enough to make me. I can see the question in his eyes before he even lets it fall from his lips.
“Is that really what you think?” I don’t know how to reply to that so I opt with the truth.
“It’s not that. It’s just that Courtney asked why you would date me when you could get anybody in our class, anybody in the school even. I started to doubt that I was good enough for you, that I wasn’t meant for you. Suddenly I was scrutinizing every little thing about me because I wanted you to like me more. I wanted you to want me.”
“Don’t listen to Courtney, Kat. Your perfect everything about you. I love you no matter what your hair looks like or the clothes you wear. Kat I love you, and Only You.”
Hearing those words spoken from him I can’t help the tears that fall down my face. I throw my arms around him and pull him close to me hugging him with all I have.
“I love you too Jason.”
We release each other reluctantly and wipe the tears from our eyes before facing the rest of the day hand in hand.
I know I will lay down tonight with thoughts of Jason running through my head because I love him and I know he feels the same. All doubts I had were wiped away by those three simple words, I Love You. I know I mean it I just hope you mean it too.
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Hateful Love
Teen FictionI've never been very noticed at school, and I liked it that way. I've never cared about how pretty I was, that is, until Jason shows up. Who knew one new kid could turn my life and the status quo upside down. I suddenly find myself wearing more make...
