So High School

Stars around my Scars

mostly fluff because its cute and sweet

REPS POV

"Isn't the answer twenty seven?"

"This isn't a number based question rep." Lover had been helping me get my grades up. Other than math, of course. I still had an A in there. 

I just scribbled on my paper, stabbing my pencil into the white sheet, leaving a hole. "Why is this so hard! Isn't there an easier way to do this?"

"No. Unless you want to go class to class to ask your teachers to raise your grade. But I'm not letting you do that." I just nodded and erased all of the pencil line I had made, then shook out my paper to get all the eraser marks off.

After about thirty minutes, all my missing work was finished. All I had to do now was make sure I get A's on all of the rest of my assignments for the rest of the year, and my grades just might be high enough to pass. I dramatically threw my head onto the desk out of brain exhaustion.

"See, was it that hard?" Lover teased.

"Yes. Now can we go make cupcakes now? I didn't buy Funfetti for you for no reason."

Lover let out a little giggle and reached into her bag. "Yeah, but can We do something else first? I ordered these markers for you, and I thought you might like them. I read online they can be a helpful alternative instead of like, cutting yourself." She pulled out a set of markers. There were about ten of them. I pulled the cap off of one of them and put it to her nose and drew a heart on her nose.

She squealed and pulled her face back, running to the mirror. She aggressively scrubbed at her nose trying to get the marker off, but it just smeared. "Your lucky these are markers for skin, I could get poisoned and die!"

"For your skin? What's the point of that?" I picked up the green marker and drew a smiley face on my hand, showing lover my art with a smile.

"I read an article from this girl that struggled with self harm, and she said she started carrying markers around, and when she wanted to hurt herself, she would color on her arms instead." 

Wow. Lover was so fucking thoughtful. I don't deserve her. I pulled her into a hug, trying to keep myself from tearing up.

"Nobody has ever been this kind to me, lover. I really don't deserve you, you are like an angel sent down from heaven." I just held onto her, embracing her tightly. She put her arms around me and rubbed my back.

She let go and grabbed a yellow marker. "Now close your eyes, I'm going to me the next Picasso, and your my canvas." She gave me a small smirk, and pulled up my sleeves gently.

"Don't you want a smoother surface than my arms?" I laughed jokingly, but she just shook her head and put her hands over my eyes.

"Keep them closed!" Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and felt the soft tip of the marker touch my arms. I shuddered gently at the cold marker touching my skin.

Over the next few minutes, I listened to Lover hum to some songs, but she wouldn't tell me what they were. It sounded pretty though, so I wanted to find it on Spotify. She said she'll play it for me later.

"Done!" Lover dropped her marker on the table and scooted back, admiring her work. I opened my eyes and looked down at my arms. Around all of my scars were carefully drawn stars. She turned my insecurities into a beautiful art piece. 

I just stared at my arms, admiring her work.

"Stars, do you like dem?" Lover grinned at me. I just nodded and looked up at the sky. I learned to look up if I was going to cry, so that the tears wouldn't fall. But Lover knew that trick already. She put her hand on my chin, pulling my face to look at hers. "What's wrong?"

"Just-" I wiped my eye when I felt the warm tear drop from my face. "Nobody has ever cared for me as much as you have. I don't deserve someone like you. I'm sorry, I'm like really emotional today, I'm on my period."

She just gave me a small smile and wrapped her arms around me. She whispered into my ear, "You deserve way more love than I could ever give you." It was a simple phrase, nothing much, but the sentence just felt so personal, I just wanted to hang it up on my wall.

"I think I'm in love with you. You don't have to say it back, I just had to say it." 

Lover's lips somehow smiled even harder than they already were, and she placed a small kiss on my lips. "I think I'm in love with you, too." She said, her lips moving against mine gently. "Can you say it again? I've been picturing you saying it for the last week nonstop."

"I love you." She squealed and jumped up onto her toes to try to get a better grasp on my lips. She doesn't have very much balance, and ended up knocking us both into my dresser. It almost fell over on us, but I caught it.

We just sat on the floor, arms wrapped around each others bodies, wishing that we never had to let go. Or at least until my dad got home.

"REPUTATION NAHESA SWIFT. GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS NOW." shit.

I stood up quickly. "Shit. He said I had to have my grades up by now. And I don't. Lover, it might be good for you to get home now. But go out the window."

"What? The window? Why? He knows we have a tutoring session."

"Because I have to go down that way, so he's waiting to- speak with me down there. Just go out the window, please." I opened up my window and gestured for her to leave.

I felt bad kicking her out, especially when she had that sad little face. God she's so cute.

I just gave her a quiet "please" and she sighed and walked to the window.

"Keep the markers with you, please." I nodded and watched as she left the room.