I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock, thank god its Friday. I've managed to avoid Austin all week, I made my choice. Austin and I will never be an "item". My art career is too important to be wasted on some hot guy next door. Plus who would want to date me? I mean seriously, I have pink and purple hair and look like I belong in a circus. After daydreaming for a while I finally decided to get out of bed. I take a shower and start to rummage through my closet. Jeans. Jeans. Jeans. And more jeans, well it looks like I'm wearing jeans today. I picked out my outfit: blue skinny jeans, a gray sweater, and simple gray sneakers. I look at the clock and notice its 7:00, that gives me only ten minutes to do my hair and makeup. I'm WAY to ugly to do my hair and makeup in ten minutes, hell I need two years. So I decide to go naked (alright, alright, not naked-naked. Just my face has nothing on it, so its "naked". Ya little nasty). I walk out the door, only to see Austin sitting on his porch smoking. Wow, he smokes? I hate it when people smoke, I hate everything about smoking. I must admit, he does look ten times hotter when he's smoking. I must have been staring because he was staring at me, I quickly look at the ground and start to walk to school. Silently hoping he won't talk to me, then I realize I forgot to do my hair. Oh joy, he gets to look at my disgusting bed head. I quickly tie my hair up in a ponytail with the rubber band on my wrist, exposing the tattoo on my wrist I secretly got. It was a quote that really related to my life, it said: If you never break you'll never know how to put yourself back together
I used to be a depressed girl and this tattoo was a large part of my healing process, thankfully I am all better.
"Nice tattoo," the way to familiar voice had said.
"Umm, thanks" I quickly mumbled, avoiding eye contact and starting to walk faster.
"Oh and I would like to apologize for kissing you the other day, and for that creepy text message. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that. I truly am sorry and I would hope you will still let me be your friend." He looked at me with apologetic eyes.
I smiled and nodded, "Its alright, it was my fault for kissing you on the cheek. And yes I would love for us to be friends......But since your my friend, could I give you some advice?"
"Shoot"
I took a deep breath, "I think you need to stop smoking, you're only a teenager and your going to set yourself up for disaster. You're killing yourself from the inside out, and I would never forgive myself if you died from smoking and I didn't say anything."
He looked at me, doing a crooked smile, "For you, I will" he then smashed the cigarette in the ground and threw the pack of cigarettes in the trash bin outside. I smiled and continued to walk to school. The four words he said replayed in my head all day.
