Someone you used to be

First day of 11th grade

I still don't understand why Luke left like that. But I have to move on. He probably already had some other girl to mess around with and then leave her. I got out of bed and walked into my closet. Throwing on some black skinnies with a band t shirt and red flannel, I looked in the mirror. Since the flannels sleeves are rolled up, I grab some bracelets to cover up the multiple scars I have on my wrists. 6 total. After putting on my black ankle-top converse, I walked into the bathroom to dab some foundation under my eyes. I never wear makeup, but today I had dark circles under my eyes. I pulled my dark brown hair into a high ponytail, but noticed my face looked a bit fat today. I put my hair back down. I did a 360 in the mirror. Still looked bad, but whatever. I ran outside after brushing my teeth and grabbing my book bag. After I got to school, I stepped off the bus and took a deep breath. "First day 11th grade. Luke will be back today. If you see him, ignore him and pretend he isn't even there." I thought to myself. When I walked down the hallway, I immediately saw a kid with bright red hair and arms covered in tattoos. He was wearing black skinnies with black converse and a black shirt with the sleeves cut off. "He looks cool." I thought. When he turned around, I slightly gasped at the face. He had a lip ring, eyebrow piercing, and nose piercing. Even though I had to stare a bit to recognize him, I looked away when I finally did. "How in the hell did his mom let him do that to himself?!" Thinking back and remembering how protective and controlling his mom is. I felt a tap at my shoulder. I turned around and saw him. Luke, with his red hair glistening in the hallway lights, suddenly looked at the ground while blushing. "Can I help you?" I asked, trying not to stutter. He looked up and stared at me. "Can you show me where my locker is?" He asked, still blushing. I knew automatically this was his way to try and get me to talk to him. "Why? Is your girlfriend waiting for you?" I asked, glaring. He looked back down at the ground. "Kelly, I-" he started. "What, Luke?" I asked, interrupting him. "Please show me" he mumbled. I sighed. "Fine. Lemme see your locker number" I replied. I looked at the locker number he gave me. Wait a second...I quickly got my locker number out my pocket, putting both paper next to each other. My locker number was 8556, while his was 8557. "Shit" I muttered. He looked up. "What?" He asked. "We have lockers next to each other" I said. "Is that a bad thing or-" he started. "YES ITS A BAD THING YOU IGNORED ME FOR A WHOLE SUMMER WHEN WE WERE DATING AND NOW WE HAVE LOCKERS NEXT TO EACH OTHER" I yelled. Everyone started looking our way. Whoops. Luke blushed. "I'm sorry I had family things going on" he said. "And you couldn't send me a quick text saying that you wouldn't be able to talk for while" I muttered. He sighed. "Come on" I said. He looked up. "O-okay..." he responded. What are you thinking, Kelly?! You can't show him! I thought. I pulled him into the janitors closet. "W-what are we doing in here?" He stuttered. I tried not to cry. But failed. "Kelly?! Kelly what's wrong?" He asked, crouching down to my level. The 6'3 jackass. I tried to speak but couldn't. I just had to show him. I took a deep breath. I slowly pulled off my bracelets, one by one. He looked at me confused, he didn't see them yet. I slowly turned my wrists over so my scars were visible. 6 scars on my left wrist, 2 on my right. He looked at them and his eyes widened. "Did-did I do this to you?" He asked, on the verge of crying. I didn't say anything. I just cried. He hugged me. "I'm so so sorry. I don't know why I just started ignoring you. I'm sorry" he said. I pulled away from the hug and looked him in the eyes. He looked back at me. He leaned in. I stood there, my breath caught. What is happening right now...I thought. He closed his eyes and I closed mine. I was crazy. I thought about pushing him away and running out the door. I thought about it just being a kiss on the cheek. I thought about it just being a quick kiss on the lips. But when he finally kissed me, I knew this wasn't going to be just any kiss...