Say Anything

Sometimes I just want to scream 'I'M HERE! DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME!' But I don't. That would bring unwanted attention to myself. I tend to blend in to the background. I want to keep it that way or else the taunts and mean words said to me would just get worse. I wouldn't say that I'm a loser or a nerd but I'm definitely not popular. That would be Sarah Park. She's rich, pretty and popular. The stereotypical 'it' girl. She has her little minions that follow her around and all of the guys chase her. As far as I'm concerned she can have all of those guys. Except one.

His name is Noah Langdon. He's on the football team, he's gorgeous, he hangs with the populars but he's different. We were best friends when we were younger, but we were so different that we couldn't stay close, so we went our separate ways. The only problem is that Sarah has a claim over him. The good thing about the situation is that Noah doesn't want anything to do with her but he's too nice to say so. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I should probably tell you who I am first. My name is Charlotte Nixon. I'm rather plain but I wouldn't say I'm ugly. I don't have many friends and I'm broken. My parents and baby sister were hit by a car when I was fourteen. I was at a music class at the time and when I heard what happened, I stopped caring. I shut everyone out, my grades dropped, and I turned to drugs. Nobody knows about that last part except me and my school's dealer. My grandmother, who takes care of me now, has no clue. I needed to numb the pain at the time but now I think I'm hooked. It's not like I've ever tried to stop but the space in between each fix keeps getting longer because I'm quickly running out of cash. I notice myself hurting, I need more.

As the final school bell rang I ran out of class wanting to get out of school unnoticed, but of course that didn't work. I smashed right into the group of populars hanging out in the hallway, more specifically I smashed into Noah and I fell, dropping my books and binders. Noah smiled at me and helped get my books together. I reached out and tried to take my stuff back from him but he quickly put down my stuff and grabbed my wrist.

"Char..." He mumbled pushing my sleeve farther up my arm. I pulled my arm back and quickly pulled my sleeve down over my wrists to hide my scars. I grabbed by books and ran. He talked to me. He said my name. It's been two years since we've said anything to each other. I felt a strong hand wrap around my arm yanking me into an unoccupied classroom.

"Char..." He said again. "What did you do?"

"I cut myself." I said matter of factly. "I don't do it anymore so you don't have to worry about that. Not that you'd worry about me at all anymore."

"What would your parents say? Did you think about that?" Noah asked angrily. "How could you even think..." He stopped talking and hugged me. The door to the classroom we were in opened suddenly.

"Well well. What do we have here? Noah and the druggy." Sarah said cruelly. Noah released me and gave me a hard look.

"Charlotte. For the first time I'm honestly hoping that she is trying to start a rumour about you." Noah said icily. "Tell me Sarah's wrong."

"Why would you even care! This is the first time you've talked to me in two years!" I said harshly. "Just leave me alone and let me do what I want!" And with that I stormed out.

I tried to skip school the next morning but today was the day that my grandmother decided to get up early and kick me out of bed. I had more then enough money because of the accident but, I couldn't access it until I turned 18. I didn't see the point of going to school, but in 7 months I could do whatever I wanted.

I stepped out the front door and was going to start my walk to school, but I saw a dark blue car sitting at the end of my driveway. My eyes locked with Noah's who was sitting in the drivers seat. I sighed and walked right past his car. A few minutes later I saw him inching forward, following me.