Before She was Pale Eyes

when things get worse

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Months that the girl would as purely amazing, passed by till it was nearly the end of the school year. They'd been filled with memories that she knew would last for an eternity, most of them pertaining to the blond haired boy who had won over her heart.

Things had been going so well for their relationship, and everything seemed to be going smoothly. The girl's parents were highly impressed by the boy she'd chosen, especially after all the stories they'd heard from her and the dinner's they'd had with him. All of their friends dubbed them couple of the year, often asked them to go on group dates just because their friendship (alongside their relationship) was so full of life and entertainment.

The girl couldn't wait for summer to arrive, a summer filled with friends, the ocean, chasing after ice cream trucks while the sun was setting.. And of course, nights with Blondie while they sat on her roof and drank tea, admiring the stars and getting lost in their deep conversations.

That was... until Blondie started acting a bit... off, as the girl supposed she could describe it.

It started one lazy Sunday afternoon while the two were out with friends to grab a quick dinner before going mini-golfing.

While they were all eating and chatting and laughing at each other, the girl decided to shed herself of her thin windbreaker, revealing the shirt she was wearing underneath. Suddenly, the conversation came to a cold halt when Blondie gave a loud outburst.

"What the hell are you wearing?" He nearly yelped, his blue eyes narrowing. "You look like a low-class hooker in that, god, put your jacket back on."

With her lips parted in surprise, and all their friends staring at either her or the boy, the girl glanced down at her shirt. Her eyebrows forrowed, when her pale eyes took in the pink top she was sporting. Confusion set in after she realized how modest the higher collared shirt it was. Though it was made of lace, it had an opaque lining underneath that cut across her collarbones, covering all but her shoulders.

Conciously, she drew the edges of her windbreaker inwards. "I thought it was nice, I don't see what's wrong with it, Blondie." She said softly, taking an uncomfortable sip from her drink. "You didn't have to be so rude about it, though."

No one said anything for a moment, all feeling a tad uneasy by his sudden outburst.

"I think you're being a bit too sensitive," he replied with a roll of his eyes. "I was just pointing out that you look a little trampy."

The girl froze, with humiliated pink cheeks and ducked her head to avoid eye contact with him, and not a sound came from the group. That was, until one of their clowns of a friend cracked a joke in order to cut the tension.

Throughout the rest of the night, the girl pushed it off as him being in a bad mood, and even found herself enjoying the mini-golfing.

And things seemed good for awhile again. Normal, mushy, interesting "love" between the redhead and the blond. He seemed his sarcastic yet caring self once more.

But that day should've set off warning bells in the girl's head, that maybe something was off. Though she was always one to see the good in everyone, refusing to think that people could have a dark side. A second face that they didn't show to most people.

The first time she in fact decided that there was another part to the easy-going boy she'd come to know, was when they were having another movie night. She was sitting, tucked into Blondie's side, with her phone placed facedown in her lap. Their legs were intertwined underneath a thin blanket and he was tracing circles against her shoulder, keeping her attention from the movie that was currently playing.