You Healed My Cuts

Chapter 4

"Uhhhhh.." I stuttered. "Hi, I'm Annabelle, thanks." I started to blush and I knew it. "So is that your truck outside? I saw it pull in and kinda watched you get out, your smart to avoid the 'Barbie' and 'Ken Dolls'." He stated with a giggle. I began to laugh a bit, hes got a sense of humor, nice! "Yeah, thats my truck, and it's my baby too, I noticed your locker, and I really like your taste in music." I smirked. He was cute, nice, and funny, how much cooler could he get? I questioned myself. "Haha thanks, I notices his eyes trailed to my wrists and his emotion dropped a little. I quickly put my arms behing my back in an attempt to make things a bit less awkward than they had already became. "No, please show me, I know what its like." He whispered. Then he pushed up his sleeves and revealed his scars, maching to mine. I slowly took my arms out and pointed my wrists toward him and he took them in his gentle, warm hands and rubbed his thumbs over my scars. His touch sent lightng bolts through me. He brought his eyes to mine, as if he was questioning me, the he started to lean towards me and the bell rang. He looked a bit dissapointed, and I quickly wrote my cell phone number on a piece of paper and passed it to him while I was closing my locker. His expression picked up a bit and his friend told him to hurry up, then he winked at me. Dorian shook his head and his friend turned around and walked to class. Sorry about that Annabelle, he's a bit... mm, you know. I'll text you tonight, bye!" Then he just fast walked away. I walked to room 306, english with Mr. Kaley. The only seat was in the back next to a girl with dirty blonde, curly hair, with her combat boots up on the desk, I had a pair similar to it accually. I put my books down quietly and sat down. "Hey, I like your style." Stated the careless girl. "I'm Karly, I saw you talking to Dorian, hes never shown his scars to anyone, he must really like you, I see why, your cool, But watch out for him." She pointed to a boy careless hair and tattoos. "Thats Joey Sullivan, he's an asshole, he'll just pretend to like you, then use you to fuck you, and leave you the second you say one wrong word." "Hey thanks for the info, I'm Annabelle, and Dorian seems like a cool guy, we kind of bonded over our scars... I dont show mine to anyone either." I quietly said. The teacher walked in and set his stuff down, you could tell he was a but hung-over because his tie was crooked and his hair looked messy. He seemed pretty cool. I giggles at his flimsy style. I've never laughed this much in one day before...

HEY PEEPS! haha, so i might miss Friday but I'll make it up I promise!! Love you my little marshmallows!