One More Time

Chapter 1

Chapter one.... Maybe:

"Well, you don't have to be such a whore" I say with as much confidence as I can muster.

"Haha, oops, my bad" The head of the bitches Stephanie says through her followers giggling.

As soon as they are out of ear shot I feel tears start burning my cheeks and I wipe them off my face before anyone can see. I don't notice I have started moving until I am almost to the bathroom.

I run in and slide into the first stall available, even though it seems like there is no one in here anyways.

I can hear my heart beat loud in my ears and am unaware of anything but the deep sound of my breathing.

In. Out. In. Out.

Okay, I slide my hand into my bag and feel around for what feels like an eternity until I finally have it in my grasp. Just holding it eases my breathing.

I feel the cool, smooth metal in my hand. Looking straight ahead at the stall door, I can see out of the corner of my eye the dull lighting from the crappy school bathroom reflect off the blade.

I pull up the sleeve of my thick black sweater and stare at the pale white under of my arm that almost resembles the snow right after it has fallen.

I put the blade on my arm and just take a moment to stare.

I start putting pressure and slowly glide across my arm as easily as gliding across ice. A blossom of crimson about as big as a pea erupts from my skin as the blade passes it creating a beautiful contrast. I feel all my pain pour out along with the blood. I take one last deep breathe then reach into my bag with my available hand to grab my first aid kit and alcohol wipes to clean my blade with.

I carefully bandage my arm and make it so it will leave as little of a scar as possible, so it will blend in with the rest.

I stand up, with more clarity than before.

The bell symbolizing last class rings and I hurry as quickly as possible, one more late and they defiantly will call home.

This is the only class worth looking forward to. It holds the most amazing person you have ever met, well..... For me at least.

He has hair the perfect shade of brown, his eyes are the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, but his looks are not even in comparison to his personality. I love it. Scratch that, I'm in love with it. He is so amazingly smart, funny, caring, easy to talk to, and overall, perfect. He is the only guy that treats me like a person, and I wish he could like me, but THAT is never going to happen.

I take one step into the class and do the worst thing possible. I actually fainted. Can you believe that? I am never going to hear the end of this from Stephanie and the bitch squad.

I wake up in the nurses room, and automatically look at my arm to make sure it remains untouched, but in doing so I also see him. I must still be dreaming, people don't care about me! I barely exists to anyone so obviously I expect him to start laughing and then Steph pops out and they make out and then I cry and then blah, blah, blah.

"Are you okay, the nurse says your lucky I caught you or you might have a concussion" he says in the sexiest voice ever, why? Because its his voice.

"You-" I cough a little "you caught me? Why?" I immediately realize how stupid I sound after I say it. Shit, if I could, I would slap myself in the face so hard.

He laughs and I think I may faint again, this must be a dream. Aaron is actually talking to me. Holy shit.

"Why wouldn't I?" He says in a way that almost makes me feel like he truly means it, even though I know he doesn't.

"Most people wouldn't think twice to do anything but laugh..... So, thanks.. I guess" I say trying to not sound as excited as I am.

The nurses office has extremely poor lighting (and I thought the bathroom was bad) and blue walls so faint they almost appear white, but then again, it could be. There is a metal object near me and I catch a glimpse of my reflection. My dark brown hair is falling perfectly around me and my blue eyes are standing out with the help if the walls. Wow, not half bad. Now I know I must be dreaming.

"Anytime" he says then smiles at me causing dimples to form on both sides of his mouth, and me to mentally swoon.

He walks over to me and brushes back my hair. Oh my god. The feeling of his hand on my skin is almost more relieving than the blade has ever been, I allow myself to rest my head in his hand and return his smile. Aaron begins to say something about not to listen to those girls, I am assuming he overheard them this morning before I, uh, ran off.

"Thanks but I am used to it" sounding 10 million times more confident than I actually am.

He looks at his shoes, looks up while biting his bottom lip and looks at me, and I mean really looks at me, which, of course, means that the nurse (like most teachers and EVERY student here) uses her power to destroy any hope of happiness I have and walks in as he looked like he was going to kiss me. I HATE this school.

He jumps a little, moving his hand away, and I just sigh, wishing that that moment would have never ended.

"I, um, I should get going," he says feeling the back of his neck addressing the nurse, looks at me and says "hope you feel better soon, see you tomorrow in science"

I barely get a chance to respond before he is gone, along with my happiness.

I put pressure on the fresh wound, digging me finger in to see if this is a dream. Shit, that hurt. Nope.

He literally caught me falling for him.

AN// Soooooo, this may be the start of something new *cue high school musical music* no but seriously, I might make this a whole story. Not sure yet, if you liked it, tell me and I know it got a little sloppy, I'm sorry, but it got hard to write... I am writing another story as you read this, just not sure when I am going to post it :/ in the mean time, go read my friends book Mind Games because it is amazing, it is by; BriannaWatson8 so yeah, see you sooooon :D