Don't leave me. Ever...

Chapter Eight: The pain I live with everyday...

Chapter Eight: The pain I live with everyday...

[Skylar’s POV]:

I rubbed my eyes again sleepily as I could automatically feel my hangover pounding against my skull. Yesterday was now a complete blur. I would always get super drunk and forget about my problems for awhile, it’s what I am use to. My cure I could say. I fought against myself to get up or not I knew if I didn’t my so called father would punish me for not going to school. Thinking of him sent flames into my blood, there were no words to explain how much a low life he was. I stumbled over to my suitcase which lied on the floor fully prepared for when I have the guts to leave forever. My eyes gazed to the pack of cigarettes that was temptingly on the top. I had tried to quit smoking, it never worked stress would just come back and make me start over again. Cigarettes are the alternative to drinking; it isn’t as effective though which was a pain in the ass. I ignored them and found myself a ripped pair of skinnies and low top converses. I didn’t keep much of my possessions they reminded me of my mother. Fuck that word was so disgusting, I had no mother I don’t want one. Women disgust me all they do is use you and screw the fuck with your head. I’ve started thinking that my mother was a worthless piece of shit in the first place it’s a good thing she overdosed. Worthless woman.

[Lauren’s POV]:

I leant against the front gate of school waiting impatiently for Skylar; he was bloody late for his first day. I had been thinking of him all night and every time I did I couldn’t help but smile. Just as I was about to give up I saw that face, the sexy mysterious guy, Skylar. Why is it that every time I think of him I could just dies? Perhaps it was because he was so mysterious. I liked that, it was like I couldn’t expect what was going to happen next.                                                                      

“Hey again,” I greeted him giving him a flirty smile.                                                                                                                                          

“Hello beautiful.” Skylar said giving me a quick peck on the cheek before walking towards the main building.

My hand went to my cheek automatically without thinking. That quick touch seemed so pleasurable that it scared me. I had never felt like that ever, not even with a full relationship. How could that tiny moment be more magical then well kissing Blake? Blake had the most magical touch I’d known and now this. Something about Skylar was tempting me for more. I brushed my fingers over my cheek in delight. He was definitely going to see more of me.

[Brooke’s POV]:

I had to get back on with my life. All I could see, hear and taste was Blake, it felt like he was taking over my body. I thought my feelings for him would’ve gone away now but it didn’t seem so. I couldn’t even think straight there would always be an image of Blake. It was cute but quite annoying. I walked into psychology class sort of happy knowing that I would see Anthony. Anthony... I hadn’t talked to him for awhile; I didn’t even know what happened to him the other day. I was sort of glad to see him. My eyes went to the back corner first but I didn’t see him. Perhaps he was late. I hoped onto my counter and opened my book to the perfect middle. I couldn’t help myself to start sketching the image in my head, Blake of course. There was something about Blake; I was in love with him... I didn’t listen to a word that my teacher said I couldn’t careless all I wanted right now was to keep Blake close to me. I looked at the image that I just drew and it was almost as perfect as the man himself. I couldn’t help but smile at the page I held. Yep I think I was in love... I heard the bell ring interrupting my dreamy thoughts. I noticed that Anthony wasn’t here. I didn’t like that, where was he?                                                                                                                                                                                                                       “Guess who?” I heard Blake’s familiar voice whisper.