Scar // Mid90s fanfic

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The party was boring, so I just started to makeout with the guy who hosted it, Riley, my friend who sometimes I make out with. I was in his bed room, straddling his lap as our mouths moved in sync. I could feel his hand move slowly up my shirt as he pulled it off.

He went to go after my waist band but the door had swung open.

"Fuck, shit!" A familiar voice laughed.

I glanced over and saw the boy I once called my best friend, the one I would do anything for, the boy I grew up with.

Fuckshit.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, getting up and grabbing my shirt.

"Scar?" He tilted his head as I pulled my top back over my head.

"Out of my way!" I pushed past him and walked towards the stairs.

"What the fuck dude?!" I heard Riley exclaim.

"Ain't my fault! Lock your door next time nigga!" Fuckshit said back.

I went back downstairs and fell onto the couch, grabbing a drink from the coffee table. The more sips I took, the more I didn't want to be there. So I stood up and went out the front door.

As I walked I could hear someone catching up to me, "Scar! Wait!" Fuckshit, again.

"What?" I turned around.

"I just wanted to talk to you...you disappeared..." He put his hands in his pockets of his oversized jeans.

"Talk about what?" I shrugged, folding my arms.

"Why are you being like this? We were good friends before you fucked off! Where did you even go?!"

"My aunts...it's a long story" I prepared this lie over the past year so it was perfect.

"And you didn't think to say anything?!" He exclaimed.

"I had to!"

"What? Because of what happened?! You could've said you were leaving for a year!" He yelled.

"Fuckshit you know it was bigger than that..."

"I do know! But still could've called us...or even just me!" He stared into my eyes.

"Well I didn't! It was for both mine and your own good! It's was better that way!"

"What...?" He said softly, "You blame me...don't you..."

"No!" I yelled but realised it was too much, "No...I don't blame you for anything..."

"Yeah...ok..." He sighed, "I thought you hated Riley anyways..."

"No...we're friends..." I shrugged.

"Friends that make out..." He nodded.

"It doesn't mean anything. Why do you care anyways?!"

"I don't." He said coldly.

"Oh yeah? Sure seems like you do. Whatever...I was leaving anyways..." I rolled my eyes and turned around.

I then felt his hands tug on the bottom of my skirt. My whole body swung around and stepped back.

"Your ass was showing..." Was all he said before he walked back into the house.

I stood frozen, the memories flooding back to me. It hurt. A lot. Knowing I had to leave just so it was safer for him and the boys. It worked though right? He was alive. And if he was I'm sure Ray, Fourth-grade and Ruben would be too?

As you already know, I'm Keira. I was given the nickname Scarface though, that's why Fuckshit kept calling me 'Scar'. And the reason I was given that was fairly obvious, I had a scar running through my left eyebrow and the left side of both my top and bottom lip. I've never really been insecure about it like some would guess, it's just my face and there's nothing I can do about it.

I'm the classic, mexican/african, undone converse, baggy jeans and jacket skater girl who just wanted to skate and party her whole life. Nothing unusual. It was fun living like that but it all changed when the incident happened and I had to live with my aunt.