Scarred Knees

twelve.

Daniel

Twelve

I COULDN'T DO IT. The way her eyes stared into mine made me internally groan. The mere thought of me asking her out and she denying me made me almost shit my pants. This wasn't going to be as easy as Summer described it to be.

My eyes followed Serena as she walked away chasing after her friend. Who did he think he was? Some god because he was aquatinted with Serena?

I saw Summer race over to me with a scowl on her face. "You didn't ask her out did you?"

Who was he? Some fucking saint trying to save Serena from harms way? What a fucking joke.

"Do you know who that guy is?" I questioned out of curiosity. Summer followed my gaze to the tall dark asshole. "I don't know, but let's hope he doesn't steal Serena before you do."

-

Kyle was such an asshole. Cassie and Isabelle were practically fucking him in the corner of the pool in their skimpy swimsuits. He left voluntarily a few moments later to talk to Summer and I parted with her to get away from Kyle.

I was in the sink opening the cheap cans of beer the people had brought to the party, chugging as many as I could in the past twenty minutes. I couldn't get me and Kyle's fight out of my mind. I was starting to regret picking a fight with him in the first place over a girl.

But this wasn't any girl we were talking about here. This was my Serena.

I gagged at the taste of the beer. The party was worse than when it first started.

Grabbing the coat in front of me, I neared the exit only to be hindered by Michaela. She had a cardboard box in her hands that caught my attention. "Please donate money?" Michaela pleaded sweetly.

This is what I hated about these stupid school party's. People pestering you for your cash to help out the damn school. They don't even turn in the money. The student council uses money to buy drugs and alcohol for their own convenience.

"I don't have any money." I rolled my eyes. She squinted at me, scrutinizing every detail of my eyes and face.  "Bullshit," she huffed. "You're Daniel Mathis. You're heir to the twenty million dollar company, Mathis industries."

Squinting my eyes at her, I walked away with a throbbing headache and a pissed attitude.

-

Why couldn't people mind their own fucking business? It was already annoying to hear them chatting about the new daily gossip. My ears were tired of the same stories. Cassie fucked another guy, Nadine Simmons gave the student council prez a blow job, etc.

Although most headlining stories were about the skanks of the school, people around my locker were talking about a new student from a couple towns over.

I already knew the procedures of a welcome party to this school. If they're the slightest bit attractive, the soccer team or famous skank squad would strip the person of their innocence.

Every student that attends this school is fucked up in some way, even the people who didn't fit in.

I looked over my shoulder and glared at the group of kids near me. They flinched as I slammed my locker door that created a loud noise to echo in the now empty hall. I loved being in control.

If you couldn't tell, most people weren't very fond of my reality. The kids who have lived in this town since little children knew about my parents death. Many didn't know about it. They thought I was some cold hearted jock who fucked as a hobby. Even though part of the misunderstandings were true, I didn't want people to think I was a rich slob whose parents didn't know what to do with their out of control son.

A part of me wished it was true. My parents are dead.

I was met with hot air when I opened the entrance doors. My feet dragged towards the car parked away from everyone else's, a shiny black BMW. After climbing inside, I sped off to the library where I promised mrs. D I would meet a tutor.

Her name was mrs. Boyle or some shit. I have yet to know who she was or if she even went to our school. Boyle was probably an old ass lady who had nothing better to do.

-

I've never been in this part of town before. The projects were near the library and the upkeep of this community was poor. There was bums sleeping on the sidewalks and beggars hanging near the streets. I wouldn't want to be caught here.

Hastily walking in, I scrutinized everything the library had to offer until my eyes landed on a specific person sitting near the dirty window.

What was Serena doing here?