System Shock

Lose It All

  And if I lose it all, there'd be nothing left to lose and I would take the fall –Backstreet Boys

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SKYLAR's POV

*1 month later*

So Trey and I have somehow gotten much closer. One way or another we're together everyday, yet my brother and his stupid friends are seemingly oblivious to the fact. Trey picks me up extra early everyday to take me to breakfast before school. It's nice. I mean I feel like I have an actual friend that goes to school with me. We've learned quite a bit about each other and everyday he finds one way or another to give me butterflies or cause me to blush or smile. My eyes have spent a lot of time being green. What can I say? The kid makes me happy, but I can't give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

TREY's POV

So the last few weeks were a blast. Apparently Marq's 72 hour party went off well, but I wouldn't know. I used that time to hang with Skylar some more since all the populars were distracted. I think she actually considers us friends. Asking her out might be easier than I anticipated. I might do it soon and by soon I mean today. Yeah, it's only been a month but there's something there; I can feel it.

I was just chilling in creative writing, doing my best to avoid having to share my unfinished poem I wrote about Skylar. I started a while ago but I haven't really touched it in awhile.

"alright" Mrs. Greatly said as we applauded for the last person who presented. "next up is Trey"

Fuck my life.

I walked suavely up to the front of the classroom with my poem in hand.

"I'm not really done" I said hoping I could get out of reading it aloud.

"well, just read what you have" Mrs. Greatly said smiling brightly.

I sighed and lifted my paper up so I could read it. "I call it Invisi-Boy" I took a deep breath to shake my nerves and started.

She sits quietly,
Separating herself from the world around her.
I don't blame her though.
Her pencil moves furiously in her left hand,
Taking notes.
She's different.
Her curly hair cascades to her shoulders,
Only moving when she turns her head,
Or
As she briskly travels down the crowded hallways
Through people she doesn't see, doesn't relate to,
People like me.
Invis-boy.
I'd love for her to see me.
But she won't.
To her, I am no one and nothing.
Just like this school has made her be seen
Except by me.
All I want
If I must be invisi-boy
Is to be seen.
Even if by only her.

I put my paper down and everyone clapped. I had said the whole poem occasionally looking back at Skylar who was now as red as a strawberry.

"that was wonderful Trey" Mrs. Greatly said clapping extra loud to be heard over the class. "it sounded finished to me."

I smiled.

"you get an A Mr. Neverson. Good work." She announced.

I took my time walking back to my seat, being sure to flash Skylar a smile. I think I'm truly in love with her. I don't even care what everyone will say about us anymore. I'm Trey Neverson damn it, and I do what I want.

SKYLAR's POV

I'm sure he thinks I'm blushing because I'm embarrassed or thought it was cute or whatever but it's because I'm fucking furious. What did he think he was doing? I mean seriously, this is a freaking joke. Everyone has to know he was talking about me. It's obvious.

The bell rang and I darted out of class clutching my books. I barely understand my feelings for him and he goes and basically tells me that, and in front of everyone.

I grabbed my lunch from my locker and sat at my table alone like I do every afternoon. I wish it was still warm out so we could continue eating out in the courtyard, but I guess this over crowded shit hole will have to do for a few months I suppose.

I pulled my ham sandwich with the crust cut off and sprite out of my brown paper bag. I had chips and stuff but I'll probably just eat that later. I looked up from my lunch as the royalty of the school entered and took their seats. I hate them all.

At one point Trey's eyes met mine. I half hated him because deep down I feel like there is something negative behind his niceness. I mean he becomes my friend and then lies to me. He's got to be lying. Populars can't like invisibles.

The other part of me feels like he could actually like me. I mean Dreux said he did and Dreux's never wrong. And honestly, I kinda might like him too. But I refuse to let my guard down, especially for one of them.