Girl

The Baxter

I'd like to think people knew me, at least they knew my name. I hoped that they knew when I was a freshman and that they would always know who I was. But of course, they did and it was all thanks to Anthony Baxter. The boy on the basketball team. The one girls swoon for because he didn't seem like trouble. Even Mariah and Violet thought he was just a nice guy, but I knew he wasn't. His sweet nothings were that, nothing. Everyone stared at him like he was God or something, but he was just a boy. A foolish boy that only cared about what a girl looked like without clothes. He was a bastard, a Baxter if you want to play with words. Now, he was coming to put down another girl. Willow, the youngest he had ever been with. Only one person knew how he felt about her, but I won't tell just yet. 

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Our family breakfast was quiet again. I didn't look at my father, nor did I look at my mother. Willow and I could hear her cry silently. She was in pain and there was nothing I could do about it. So being a Baker, I smiled for her. I smiled for everyone in this room, for now. My phone buzzed, it was Violet and she was outside. I nudged Willow, who was only playing with her food. Only on the first day of school will everything be fine, every other day was just another day at the Baker house. She looked up and I signaled it was time to go. She sighed and grabbed her things.

"Bye, guys," I said and heard her say the same thing. We left the house and walked slowly to Violet's car. It was silent once we entered. Until Willow played her music again. It was a sad song and I thought it was beautiful, but then Violet interrupted by speaking.

"Is everything okay? Why are you both so quiet?" She asked and was trying to be a friend while focusing on the road.

"Yeah. Just tired." I whispered, but that was always my excuse for being quiet. I remembered last night and how I heard my mother cry in pain. I knew our father was hurting her, emotionally and physically. She had scars but always said she fell down or something happened. Something was always happening. 

"Are you sure? You've been really quiet." Violet asked again.

"Yes, I'm fine. Is Mariah fine though? She called me about Brandon last night and it sounded extreme." I joked and heard her scoff, while I turned back to the window. I didn't realize it was raining and I was wearing a short sleeved shirt. 

"Yeah, she did, but she was drunk. I think she's starting to like him, which is weird because he's a part of them." She said, and we had just arrived at school. She had parked right next to a motorcycle, it was her friend's. I still didn't know his name. 

"Well, if you don't mind, but I'm gonna go say hi to a certain someone." She said and moved her hips as she walked towards him. Willow stared at her and smiled.

"God, she's so weird. Gotta go, bye!" She yelled and practically ran away. I was alone this time and I didn't rush myself to the entrance. 

"Bella!" I heard behind me. Oliver. He was smiling at me and wore a blue sweater, well he wore two. The other was black, and it looked comfy. I realized that I was cold and wanted his sweater. He must've read my mind because he took one off and gave it to me.

"You must be cold and a total genius for not wearing a jacket." He said and I took his sweater, putting it on and struggled to keep my hair nice. 

"Yeah well, I didn't know it was raining. It's California." I joked and may have heard him laugh or scoff, or say something under his breath.

"You never seem to pay attention really." He scoffed and started walking, so did I. He looked at the ground like something was bothering him but I did it too. It felt like I was looking through his eyes, but I felt the same thing as I did in my eyes.