Scars [h.s au]

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Electra Coleman

*Present day*

I woke up earlier than usual this morning so I didn't have to face my roommate. I'd been in college for 3 months now and I've had to dorm with none other than Katie Saunders. She was one of Brittany's 'minions' back in high school, still is.

She follows her around like a lost puppy. All she ever does is laugh at her jokes that aren't usually funny and flip her hair over her shoulder when she sees a guy.

I quickly get ready in an oversized jumper with jeans and converse, my usual attire. I make sure I have my phone in my pocket and grab my books; leaving the room before Katie even wakes up. I throw my hair up into a messy bun on the way down the stairs, it was hard with 3 rather large books in my hand but I managed.

I got to the door and saw that I was raining. I instantly regretted not grabbing a bag for my books as I threw my hood up to cover my blonde hair. I jogged through the muddy puddles and over wet grass until I reached my first class. As I reached the door I bumped into somebody. I mumbled a 'sorry' and carried on walking into the empty classroom.

"You should watch where you're going," a voice said, startling me slightly. I looked to the corner of the room as I took a seat towards the back of the class. He was tall and slender but buff. I could see his biceps protruding through his shirt as he stood with his back against the wall. I pulled my hood down and placed my books on the desk I front of me. "I'm Harry by the way," the boy introduced.

"Electra," I croaked. I haven't spoken in a couple of weeks so my voice is bound to be hoarse. I don't speak because I don't have anybody to speak to, apart from when my brother calls me. That isn't often though, with all the drugs he's taking, he tends to forget.

"Electra," he repeats. It was like he was testing out my name. "It suits you, what does it mean?" He seemed Genuinely interested in me as he took the seat next to me. It was weird, no one ever sat next to me. It took an interest in me.

"It means sparkling in Greek, the fiery sun," my voice was strained, barely audible but Harry didn't seem to mind. He smiled, his smile was beautiful. The way his evergreen eyes lit up and crinkled slightly at the corners, the way he looked younger and how his lips turned up into a u. I cough awkwardly to stop myself from staring.

"You're very awkward Electra," Harry informs me. I know I'm awkward Harry, I'm not used to being in social situations.

"I know," I try to muster a smile but fail. I would try to chuckle but that would just make me look like some deranged clown that escaped from the circus. He laughs lightly.

"Wait..." He looked me in the eye as if he were searching for something "are you Electra Coleman?" He asked.

"Y-yeah," I stutter, I was embarrassed to be the girl who slits her wrists and gets bullied because her dad was unfaithful. I didn't want Harry to think differently of me, things were actually going well. We were having an actual conversation. I've not had one of those in years.

"I wouldn't have recognised you," he studies my face "you're so pale and you've gotten so thin... What happened to you? They showed me a picture of you from last year, what happened?" I looked down, fiddling with my thumbs on my lap.

"Depression happened," I looked him in the eye to see nothing but concern and pity. I must have read him wrong, no one feels pity for me. No. One.

He opened his mouth to speak but the classroom started to fill up. Chairs around us being sat on and funny looks coming our way.

I dreaded the arrival of Brittany, praying that it wouldn't come. But of course, it had to.

"Harry," she sang flirtatiously. When she saw he was sat with me Her face fell and a scoff left her lips. "Why are you sat with her?" She looked at me, disgusted.

"I can sit where I want, Britt. You're not my mum," he tells her cockily. I wish I could stand up to Brittany like that, but I can't.

"Well don't sit with us at lunch, you're not welcome if you're with her," I hated the way she spoke about me like I wasn't there, like I didn't exist.

"Fine with me," Harry smiled, I found it amusing but I couldn't find it in me to laugh. I don't laugh. Not anymore.

"Dick," Brittany mumbled as she walked away and sat next to Katie and Jasmine. Another one of her minions.

"She's such a bitch," Harry says under his breath and looks at me. I nod in agreement. "Why do you let her push you around like that?" He asks.

"I don't know," I admit, looking down. I begin to think about how happy I was when I was younger. How I was strong and could take on anything. If that me could see me now, she would be massively disappointed. Just as I was thinking about my 13th birthday and how I had a huge party with lots of my friends there Mr Bowler walked in.

"Okay class..." He started, looking through papers on his desk for something. He pulled out a large binder and opened it, pulling out a polly pocket and looking at a sheet within it. I didn't listen to what he had to say, I was to focused on who Harry was and why I hadn't seen him before? Why did he have an interest in me and why did he feel pity on me? I had no idea, but I liked it.

So I'm thinking that Electra could be played by Alli Simpson? Her picture on the side. Thanks for reading!
Olivia 🙈