Dark Love #Wattys2017

Chapter 2

I saw these girls looking about my age walk past me and talking about emos.
They don't know shit.
Not all of us cut. Only if we have our...reasons so to speak.

Who were they anyway? I've better have more intel on them. Especially the dark-brown-haired one.
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Once upon a happy time but nothing more than a memory, there lived a happy boy named Jackson Connor Belt. He had black hair that was pitched black, brown eyes that you dared to think it was melted chocolate and a voice that ringed like a bell.
He was happy one day playing his guitar until his father went away and his mother was sent away to a sanitarium.
Jackson had no brothers or sisters, for he was lonely.
No one looked after the raven haired boy, only himself.

For this present day, Jackson lives with his mother who is nothing more than a drunk.
But he was used to it. Oh hell, he was used to everything.
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Jackson followed the mysterious females as he could still hear their chat.

"Yeah, just don't believe in what everyone says. They're jerks." Hazel said trying to cheer her friend up.
"Thanks Hazel. Say, does it feel like we're being followed?" Roselyn bought up.

Jackson immediately froze and stood still. Sweat began to run down his cheeks.

Hazel and Roselyn checked both left and right but not behind. Hazel just shrugged and continued their journey.

Two minutes later, they reached the football stadium and went under the bleachers to find their friends.

Jackson hid behind a tree where they couldn't catch sight of his presence.

"We brought back coffee." Roselyn said as she handed everyone their cup of coffee.

"Really? That's nice....considering I just had coffee." Travis said in a monotone voice.

"Could of said something you dork!" Hazel teased and handed Bruce his cup.
"Why didn't you invite me?" Bruce asked in a stupid voice.
Roselyn laughed and Hazel said "because we would of stayed all night."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Bruce asked once more.
"I mean that you would of had twenty cups of coffee." Hazel said. Bruce just sighed and took a sip of his black coffee.

Nicole spilled her coffee everywhere.
"Dammit." She muttered angrily.
"Let me help you." Terry offered and handed her a few napkins.
"Thanks." She says with a hint of blush on her face.

Everyone was chatting away while taking sips of they're coffees once awhile.

Jackson was under a trance though. He couldn't stop staring at that girl. The girl who misjudged him.

Her black eyeliner was done so perfectly that it made her eyes stand out. Her smile was a smile that was seen by God himself. And oh, the way her dark short hair followed the rhythm of the wind as it blew.

Jackson didn't know why she was goth or why everyone was mean to her, but he thought he seen a dark angel. A beautiful dark angel.

Dreamingly, Jackson leaned on a branch. Not even five seconds, it broke.

The goths turned their heads over to the sound. Jackson hid as best he could.

"Whose out there??" Terry yelled making Jackson sweat in fear.

Terry was the toughest in the group. Everyone feared him out of everyone else in the group.
He had muscles of a warrior from when he used to do wrestling.
People call him "death punch" here.

Jackson knew of Terry but he didn't know the others.
He walked away hoping nothing would go wrong.

"YOU!!!" Terry yelled towards Jackson. He froze like a statue and stood in place.

"What are you doing here?" Bruce said to him.

Jackson had a plan up his sleeve, but he didn't know if it would work.

"I need to talk to someone here." He says.
The goths looked confused as hell. Jackson smirked. "You." He said pointing to Hazel.

Hazel raised her eye brow and looked over at the others. Nicole looked back at her with a confused look. Hazel simply shrugged and got up.

She walked towards the strange boy. He had a angry impression but hidden with a smile.

She tried to match his mood and walked away with him.

They reached to the other side of the bleachers. They were huge so the other goths couldn't hear them.

"I heard you talking about emos." He simply said. She turned her head towards him. "Yeah so?"
"You shouldn't say those things in public, people like me will hear your pathetic words." He said starting to get more angry.

Hazel didn't even know who this guy was and his alibi. What's this guys deal?

"Listen I'm just trying to talk with my friends. Your welcome to join us if you-"
"No no! I'm good. I rather not gain calories." He said.

Hazel started to get pissed now. "What is your problem?? I don't even know you!"
"My problem is that you only think of emo as cutting and shit! It's not like that. It's a style and type of music." He said beginning to walk away.

Hazel just stood there until Jackson turned around.
"Oh and for the record, the names Jackson. You are....." He said trying to know what her name is.
Hazel rolled her eyes and answered him by "Hazel."
He nodded and smiled. "I'll see you around soon Hazelnut." With that he was gone.

Hazel looked down to her feet and began to think.
What's his problem?
Why would he come all the way over here?
Doesn't he have better things to do?
Is he....emo?

"Hey Hazel you okay?" A voice called out.
"Yeah I'm good Travis thanks!" She smiled and walked over to him.

"What did he want?" Travis asked.
She looked forward and back to him.
"He wanted to ask me stuff like who I am, problems, emo......" Hazel said whispering the last part.

Travis stopped her tracks.
"Woah emo?!" He said quite surprised.
"Mm mhm" she hummed.
Travis looked pissed. "Listen, I don't want you hanging around that guy. Emos are bad news. Okay?" Travis said.

Hazel looked into his eyes and smiled. "Okay."

With that they walked back.

If he's so bad, then why did he walk all this way for me?