You Know What You Did

Chapter .2.

Scarlett's POV.

Things are always different on the inside then they appear to be on the outside.

On the inside.. we are completely fighting for our lives,but instead of it being against our little high school rivals. No. It's not. It's against our owns mind. We fight against ourselves to stay alive.  We shouldn't have to fight ourselves.

But we do.

Because we wanna survive.

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Flash back::

I sigh as I enter the school on this rainy day. The rain. I love it.

I flip my hood off and hike up my bag higher on my shoulder. My convers squeaking against the marble floor. I run my hand through my hair before throwing in my locker combination. As I'm switching books a body leans against the locker beside my locker buddy. Who I've never meet in my life, even after being here for three years.

"Am I gonna get that name now?" I chuckle and place my books in my bag.

If only I would have walked away then and there..

"Depends, why do u need it?" I look over at home to see him in his typical letterman's jacket. Today it's his football one. There must be a game tonight.

"Maybe to ask you on a date?"

I really should have turned away damn it. If only I hadn't of wanted the pretty boy to pay attention to me. That's right. I had wanted Jacksons attention...

I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. "Maybe pretty boy." He chuckles at my comment and wraps an arm around my shoulders as I slam my locker shut.

"Allow me to walk you too class?" I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and nod.

"To English it is then." He smiles and drags me with him.

As we pass his friends he smirks and they hoot an holler.

If I had turned my head for only a second. I would have seen the actions they were making at me. Knowing that this date.....

Was going to be the start of my tragic ending..

And the start of his ending.

"So what did you have in mind for this..date." I ask as we round the corner to the English hallway.

"Maybe a drive in movie... midnight drive.." I look over as he looks as if he's coming up on it on the spot.

At the time, I was up for almost anything.

"Sounds great. Pick me up at 8." I grab a pen from my bag and grab his sleeve. I roll his letterman jacket up and flip it too his inside forearm. I scribble down my number before winking and walking into class.

I regret giving him my number.

I regret agreeing to that date.

I regret that simple conversation we had the very first time we bumped into each other...