Stitching Wounds and Breaking Hearts (Lesbian Story)

An Eye for An Eye

Carter
The clock ticked down to the final moments before the last two periods of classes at Dalton High School would officially start. The excitement in the air was dulled to a low hum, just because Monday's at Dalton High School were that draining. Surprisingly, however, the first half of the day had passed with little to no drama. Sure there were stories of kids getting caught smoking weed in the bathrooms, or maybe a new cheerleader got pregnant, but for once in my 3 years at Dalton High School, a Monday morning had passed and no one's life was ruined. I used the miracle occurrence as a sign that maybe things would get better soon.

Someone should have reminded me that there's a reason I, Carter Hall, don't follow signs.

.-.-.-.

Lacey
Not once in my life had I ever been treated as someone's conquest. I was completely shocked. My body was shaking with anger and shame, my heart was beating so hard I was sure it would burst. Everything about this moment was painful. My hands were shaking. My veins were filled with ice and my heart roaring with angry fire.

Devon smirked at me, it was like he took pride in knowing that I knew I was just a toy to him. My hands were clenched at my sides so tightly that my knuckles were whiter than my normally pale skin tone. I wanted to scream and remain quiet at the same time. I wasn't sure which route of reaction to take. Devon took it upon himself to make one of them clearer. His hand came up to caress my tightly clenched jaw and it took everything in me not to bite it spitefully.

"You were almost good enough to be something more than a tally mark dollface," his voice echoed the know-it-all smirk plastered across his face. 

Tears well in my eyes, sobs burn in my throat and the urge to knock that smirk off his stupidly attractive face was increasing by the second. The 5th black line, darker and cleaner than the others, glared back at me. Right there, on his arm, is a permanent reminder of our sexual encounter. 

"Who...who are the others for?" I ask, knowing I sound pathetic. 

"Uh, Dani, Holly, Kate, and good ole' Carter Hall" his voice riddled with nostalgia. 

Sick. Twisted. Degrading nostalgia. If it wasn't for the last bit of pride I was holding to my chest like a precious child, I would've thrown up right there. On his stupid fucking black Doc Martens. 

"Carter let you fuck her?" I whisper, horrified. 

"Carter loved every second of it dollface. Next time you see her, let her know Devon says hi," he chuckles.

I stare at the ground, waiting until he walks away to let hot tears run down my cheeks. Somewhere the late tardy bell for 6th-period rings and my feet carry me to French III.

.-.-.-.

Carter
I'm sitting in the garden, having my usual 6th-period smoke, when I see that blonde chick, Lacey, walk past the windows in the foreign language hallway. She was wiping her eyes, obviously distraught, and probably on her way to the same class she stormed out of a week ago. Curiosity gets the better of me and I follow her through the windows until she reaches her class. The door opens and I can tell by the look on the angry old lady's face that Lacey will be in a shit load of trouble. 

An idea strikes me. I have no clue where it came from or why I chose to see it through but I was already pushing an exit door to get back inside when I registered my actions. Next thing I know I'm in the building and I'm outside the door Lacey just disappeared behind. I harden my expression and open the door, just as the angry french lady begins to lecture Lacey. She wasn't talking for very long but the look on the faces of the sheep sitting in the class was one of humor at their peer's expense. 

I took French I and II my freshman and sophomore year, just cause I had to, but I'm sure I remember enough to keep Lacey out of trouble. I cleared my throat, causing everyone who wasn't already aware of my presence to become aware of it. The angry French lady looked pissed, more pissed than before if that was even possible. 

Someone should take the stick out of her ass before it solidifies and she's a bitch forever. 

"Je suis désolé, mademoiselle. Lacey et moi étudions pour votre examen. Ne la réprimande pas pour mon erreur." I try, wincing at my rough pronunciation. 

The angry French lady narrows her eyes and folds her arms across her barely-there bust. 

"Et tu es?" she snaps. 

"Carter Hall, le seul et unique. Maintenant s'il vous plaît laissez mon ami aller et s'abstenir de sa punition. Elle essaie juste de réussir ton examen." I explain, praying to whatever is out there that she'll believe me. 

"Asseyez-vous Lacey, vous n'êtes pas en difficulté" The teacher says. 

I internally fist pump and leave before I can be questioned further. 

.-.-.-.

Lacey 
What in the hell was that? Did Carter Hall, THE Carter Hall, just stand up for me?

I pull my phone out of my bag, hide it in my lap and type in the number I'm embarrassed to say I committed to memory. Without ever glancing down, I save the number Carter gave me weeks ago in my phone. I heave a shaky sigh before starting my message. 

(L: Lacey C: Carter) 

L: Hey um, thank you?

I send the message before I can second guess myself. Mentally kicking myself for not texting her back when she first gave me her number. 

C: Welcome. You owe me one, blondie. 

The fact she responded does nothing for my ever-growing desire to be with her. My hands are shaking as I read her message and begin to type my response. 

L: Sure, yeah. Whatever you want.

I wince, knowing I sound desperate. 

C: How about you be my plus one to the party I'm throwing Friday night?

I frown in confusion.

Does she need a date to her own party?

L: Uh...you mean you want me to be your date? To your own party?

C: I can always ask someone else if you're not up for it. But you'll still owe me, and I can't promise it'll be a deal this sweet next time around. ;)

She fucking winked. She winked at me over text message. Oh my god I'm in way too deep. 

I calm my nerves before responding, the sounds of my french teacher finishing up her lesson ignite somewhere in the back of my mind. 

L: NO! No! Of course, I want to be there. I'll be your plus one. 

C: Perfect, I'll take you home after school Friday so you can get ready and then I'll pick you back up at 7. 

L: Um..how will I get my car from school if you're taking me home after?

C: You're right! Guess I'll just have to drive you to school in the morning also. ;)

I'm practically melting by the time the 6th-period dismissal bell rings. I gather my stuff shakily, zooming outside into the hallway, bumping into none other than the queen herself. Carter. 

"Slow down there blondie. You're gonna drop your books," She chuckles, the smell of smoke spilling past her lips. 

Most of the time that smell is repulsive but when it's mixed with mint toothpaste and the faint sweet smell of Monster, it's addicting. 

"S-Sorry," I whispered, starting to walk towards my last period. 

"Don't be," She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. 

I ignore the chill that runs down my spine. She brings her hand up to steady my shaking hands and gives me a knowing look

"So uh text me your address yeah?" She winks, before disappearing to walk to the other end of the school. Her hand was gone but the feeling of her touch, like fire against my cold as ice skin, remained.

 I was so enraptured in Carter, that I didn't even see Daisy standing near us, staring as tears gathered in her eyes.