Perfect scars

Chapter Three.

"Who's inside of me, the monster pulling strings"

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Days passed since Oliver moved to this school, not that you would know, he's mister popular already girls throw themselves at him, although I haven't actually heard him being at all interested by them. I mean not that I actually care. I just stupidly thought he was different... but even I can be wrong at times, I walked down the corridor with Ali who was demanding that I would attended some party that everyone is going to...

"come on you need to get out of this shell you've created for yourself" Ali smiled making a circle shape around herself I smiled and shook my head at her.
" I'm happy with this bubble I'm in!" I laughed and did the same gesture that she did she rolled her eyes at me and gave me a smile. We walked down the corridor in a comfortable silence dodging all the rushing students. We walked passed a group of girls who were flaking around one guy. Oliver Hughes...

At first I thought he was different, that he was sweet and kind and didn't care about all that popular bull shit... but I guess I couldn't be more wrong, he lapped up the girl's attention sending small winks and complements in each of their directions. I feel a sense of jealousy that it's not me that he's sending little sweet nothings too but why would he! Why would I even waste time thinking of the impossible. I pull my focus back to Ali. I guess I can be more 'out there' right? It won't kill me? Well It won't at least to try to be.

Fine.

"I'll go, but only for an hour at the most" I state as sternly as I can, a smile spreads across her face and she lets out a girly squeal and grasps her hands together I shake my head and continue to walk to class which was Religious Education. Luckily I didn't mind this lesson however unfortunately, this lesson much like most of my lessons I had to sit next to jerk face himself. Great.

I slumped down in my chair laid my arms down on the desk in front of me and buried my face in them feeling too tired to have to put up with him...

I hear people flooding into the room talking and laughing. I lift my head and take a deep breath as I watched Oliver strut in with his bag hung over one shoulder and his shirt sleeves pushed up showing this multiple tattoos, I contemplate weather he got them legally or not before he came to this school or he got the recently before he came here. He sat down with a loud thud snapping my attention to him, he put up his hands in defense "sorry didn't mean to wake you scar" he smiled at me I just shook my head "you didn't wake me" I mumble "I wasn't asleep" I breath out and sit up straight to face him. I take a glance towards his arm to the tattoos which cover it, but one in particular catches my eye the same mark that had caught my eye on his first day.

The teacher starts to babble on about how important religion is in the society that we live in, I hear Oliver make a small snorting sound and I turn to him to see what he finds so amusing, "what?" I ask looking at him as he smiles to him self

"it's stupid how he thinks because he has a fancy piece of paper which supposedly states that he is an expert in this, that all he says is correct... yet he knows nothing" he shook his head smiling.

"oh? and I suppose you know better!" I say and look at him with surprise

"well, you'd be surprised what is actually real and what is not" my smiled faded slightly

"so what is real?" I ask looking away from him and suddenly feeling a numb feeling in my head like I know the answer but its blocked, or locked out of reach.

"that my friend is for me to know and I hope for you to never find out" he said with a small smile as he gestured to me with the end of the pen he was using I looked at his eyes and they had a glimpse of sadness but it left as quick as it came. I furrowed my eyes in confusion but shook it off quickly.

I felt my gaze kept falling on to the small cross with the intricate five pointed star in the middle.

What is it?