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I looked at him straight in the eyes.

"Promise me you won't punch anything or anyone J" I said. He simply nodded before I proceeded.

I took a deep breath.

"It started in freshmen year, everyone has been bullying me. Calling me a whore, or even a slut. I was tired of it and started to cut myself because it felt good. I've been doing it ever since. Today they broke my glasses and decided to just ditch school" I said. I started to tear freely.

I looked at J and saw him holding back the urge to punch something. He realized I didn't have my glasses with me and got even more mad. I ran to him and hugged him before cupping both of his checks. I made him look down at me.

"Calm down J" I said to him calmly. He hugged me tightly before unwrapping himself from me.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" He asked. I looked down.

"I didn't want you guys to worry and get mad like how you are right now" I said gesturing to himself. His eyes softened by my reasoning and nodded his head in understanding.

"You know what we could do?" He asked beaming towards me. I looked at him suspiciously by his sudden change in mood.

"Let's get ice cream" He said to me. He grabbed me softly trying not to hurt my wrist. We walked down out the house and we started to walk towards a small ice cream parlor. He grabbed his keys and made sure he locked the door.

When we finally reached our destination we walked inside. We walked towards the register where the ice cream was and ordered. Vanilla for me and chocolate for him. You could call us original, but him and I always loved classic old fashioned.

We took our ice cream after he paid, then we walked to a booth in the corner of the parlor. I looked at the time. 11:45am. The clock read, it was pretty early for ice cream but it didn't matter. I looked at down playing with my ice cream.

"Anna?" I heard a voice call my name. I already knew who it was. I slowly started to rise my head towards him. My hazel eyes held guilt and sadness, but I quickly recovered it with a blank expression.

"Yes?" I barely whispered. But he seemed to catch it.

"Don't be guilty Anna, you did it for us" He cooed me. I sent him a warming smile before looking back down to my vanilla ice cream.

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"Can Miss Johnson please come to the office, again can Miss Johnson please go to the office" The loud speaker beamed. I was in Chemistry class when I heard my name. The whole class then turned to me sending me various glares. I looked down packing my stuff up. I grabbed my bag and walked out the room before I could embarrass myself.

Why would they need me?

I silently walked to the office looking down at my outfit. It wasn't much. I wore a peach skirt that was a little lower than my knees, along with a simple red t-shirt and a black hoodie on top of it. I walked to the front and saw Mrs. William writing down in a notebook.

"Excuse me?" I whisper politely. I don't usual talk but times like these I had to or else I would just be standing here the whole day.

She luckily heard me and stopped writing in her notebook. She looked down to see me. She knew who I was, and sent a warm smile before speaking.

"The principal wants to speak to you" She says motioning her hands towards the Dean's office. I murmured a thank you before walking into his office. I opened the door slowly and was welcomed by our Dean, Mr. Lee. He stood up and motioned me to sit down. That's when I then saw a boy sitting on a chair next to me.

"Miss Johnson this is our new sophomore student Aiden Lucas, I would like you to show him around before this hour ends. I gave him your schedule so if he needed anything he could go to you, you will be touring him for the rest of the week" Mr. Lee spoke his deep voice echoing the room. I looked up and nodded at him. He smiled at me in return before gesturing me to introduce myself. I turn to the boy before sticking my hand out. I didn't wanna speak but I guess I had no choice.

"I'm LilyJane Johnson" I said to him looking down at my hand the whole time. He took it hesitantly.

"Aiden Lucas" He says plainly.

"Okay, now you guys should be off, you have about forty-five minutes" Mr. Lee said. We both exited the room. I started to walk out, with him behind me. The first place I intended to show him is the library. When we reached the library, I motioned him inside. He went inside and walked around, following him I took the time to see his appearance. He had a tight black shirt that showed his toned frame. Over his shirt was a black leather jacket, he had on black jeans and black boots.

Lots of black.

I looked at his face and noticed his clear blue eyes. He had black messy hair and tattoos on his arms. Once he was done looking around we walked to the auditorium and to his classes. We didn't talk much, just walked in a comfortable silence.

"Do you ever talk?" He asks rudely out of no where breaking the silence. I stop and turn to him looking at him in the eyes before nodding a no. I don't mind his attitude, I mean everyone has their flaws so no one should judge. When we finished the tour, we walked to the cafeteria and sat down in a silence.

"How come you don't speak?" He asked me this time using a more softer tone. I shrugged in response. I felt a pair of arms grab me softly and felt tingles everywhere. I back away from him.

"Please don't touch me" I whispered to him. I looked up to him and he started walking closer to me. I froze in my spot. He was now in front of me.

"Why?" He asked me. I looked into his blue eyes. I saw a broken shattered childhood flash before my eyes, but it was quickly covered by a dull blank mask. I shrugged in response. Him being here wouldn't change me not talking.

I mean he can't do much to make me talk. I knew he was broken, he must've been through a lot and this town was his new start. I looked up at him and into his dull blank expression. His eyes held his story. I looked deep into them and saw it all flash. He has been abused by his father because his mom died when he was younger. He had the tattoos done because he needed an outlet to let out the pain. It was then I realized he had scars everywhere. We stood there while I read him quietly and quickly. I looked back into his eyes and saw him fighting, he was fighting his pain out. I then sighed. He had a rough childhood.

How could I read and see all that?

Well over the years I developed this skill from my art and music. It was easy since I had a lot of flashes in my head. As if I had two minds.

"Aiden?" I said to him. He looked down at me surprised I talked. I wanted to help him, even if it meant talking.

"I understand if you don't wanna be around me if you hear all the rumors" I spoke truthfully projecting my voice low. He looked at me surprised.

"I don't believe in rumors. They're over rated." He spat at me coldly. I looked down and back up to see his face soften before covering it up with a cold expression. I wanted to help him, but he was to deep into the hole he dug himself in. I knew I could do this but I just need time.

Time.

No one can ever fix something broken, I learned that quickly. But you can try your best to if they're really worth being fixed.

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-Mae.