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Lucy's Pov

Now, you may be criticizing me for using the blade for such a dumb reason. I'll confess a few things so you won't feel lost: this isn't the first time I use the blade, I don't use it daily, no one knows about it, and I have my reason for doing such a careless action. My reason involves something very painful for me, therefore, I will not share the details with you - yet.

"Honey," Mom stands on the other side of the door. "Open the door."

I want to be alone right now. I can't let her see the wound; I hide the blade back where it was. I won't open the door for her but I still can't risk her finding it. "Darling, your father didn't mean to hit you." She continued, "He lost his temper, you know how he gets."

I know dad has his temper issues but I refuse to believe that he didn't mean any harm. He always means harm.

"Open the door, honey." Mom pleads. Moments of silence pass until I decide to speak. "I just want some time alone, mom."

I can tell she's placing her palm against her face in frustration and disappointment. "Are you at least going to come out for dinner?"

"I doubt it." I mumble.

"You know how I feel about you skipping meals." She scolds, a frown possibly on her face.

"Mhm, I know." I mutter to myself. I hear her sigh and I hear her feet shuffle away from the door.

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"It's hot today, why do you have a jacket on?" Jake asks when he approaches me during lunch. I put a jacket on to hide the mark.

"Is this a daily routine now?" I snap. I didn't mean to be harsh much less toward him but what can I do? The event from yesterday afternoon still bugged me; it made me grouchy.

"She isn't in a happy mood today." Jules snickers, narrowing her eyes at me. I narrow them back; I could be a bitch when I'm cranky.

Jake sits down next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder in a comfortable manner. Yet, I try to hide my satisfaction, "Why is that, cutie?"

"If I feel like wearing a jacket, then I'll wear a jacket." I groan in annoyance. No one in my group of friends knows I cut myself and I plan on keeping it that way for a long time.

"Maybe you have cramps, do you want a cookie?" Jake changes the subject after he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. No one has done that type of gesture toward me and if I could confess, it was pleasant.

"Not hungry," I say sweetly, no longer in the mood to be a bitch. "But thanks, Jake." Funny how one gesture as simple as that one could change my attitude within seconds.

"Wow, Jake." Jules fakes amazement, "Luzilla calmed down!"

Jake leans into my ear and whispers, "She's a bitch; want to escape?"

I nod, "I'll see you later, Brenda." Brenda gives me a sweet smile before nodding in approval. If you can't really tell, Brenda is my best friend, she always has my back.

After Jake and I sit down on the steps of the quad, he pulls out a small box. "I know it's your birthday soon," His famous smirk peeking out of the corner of his lips, "I was going to give it you that very day but I couldn't wait any longer; I wanted to see your reaction."

I nearly make an aww sound escape my mouth. Luckily, I caught it. "You didn't need to get-" I get cut off by him almost instantly.

"I wanted to, lucille." With that said, I open the little box and smile at the adorable symbol necklace of infinity.

"I love it," I answer honestly, it's one of the cutest things I have. "Thank you, Jake."

"Can I put it on you?" Jake offers, I accept. I hand it to him and physically turn my back so it'd be easier for him to put it on me.

The bell rings once Jake hooks the necklance around my neck and he begins to escort me to my classroom.

"Lucille, I -" He tries to say something but Daisy interrupts him. "Come on, Lucy, we need to get to class."

"I'll tell you later, meet me near the bike racks?" Jake sighs, eyebrows wrinkling into a nervous expression.

I smile, "Sure."

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Five minutes pass. I can't keep waiting for Jake to show up by the bike racks. My mom will wonder why I haven't gotten home, it isn't a long drive from the house to school.

Just two more minutes, I decide. Come on, Jake.

The two minutes are up, I need to head home. I message him, "I need to go home; I waited for you as long as I could."

On the drive home I asked myself why he had me wait near the bike racks and not show up? Maybe he left early? No, he would have told me, right? He probably forgot; I shrug it off and plug my headphones to my phone once I arrive home and start my homework.

"Sorry. I was held up after class. Some of my classmates were obnoxious and the teacher made us all stay behind." Jake finally replied.

Now that definitely makes better sense, "It's fine. I just couldn't wait a lot. I'm sorry."

"Let's just forget about it." Through the screen, he seemed irritated. Weird, right? We continue to message each other throughout the rest of the day. I check the time: 10:48 p.m.

"It's late, we've been at it for hours. I think we should go to sleep." I comment, yawning.

"Yeah, but I need to ask you something. I tried after lunch that's why I walked you to your class but I got interrupted and I was going to ask after school but I got held up." Jake sure has the habit of sending paragraphs for messages.

"Okay. What is it?" I kind of want to ignore the message and read it tomorrow. I'm that tired.

Minutes pass and I begin to drift to sleep. I hear my phone ring but I'm to tired to reach for it. Instead, I wrap myself tighter with the blanket and begin to dream.

Surprisingly, I dreamt of Jake.