We can hurt together

~ Darren, Dawn ~

DARREN

Dawn Allen, the it-girl. The girl that seems to capture every guys eye. The girl that every girl wants to be. The girl that every teacher admires. It's like she's the queen at this school. But the funny thing is she's actually nice, not like most girls that sometimes they think they're the big thing.

Another thing is she's very talkative with everybody and let's not forget, she's captain of the cheerleading team. Who has taken them to the championships 3 years in a row. Most importantly, she's valedictorian of this year's senior class, like me.

Hard to believe? Not really. I mean, when you have goals to complete you'd do anything to complete it. I have my sister to take care of and make proud of. After all, she sees me as her father, and as her father, I like to make my babygirl proud. She makes me strong every day that passes.

"Hey, earth to Tucker." Miss Allen called out, waving her hand in front of my face. She laughed.

I smiled, "Mm, what's up?" I gave her all my attention.

"We got assigned to be partners for this paper about world war 2. Which is due tomorrow." She smiled. I've always liked her smile.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked very curiously, leaning on my desk.

"Oh nothing, just that every girl right now wishes to be me." She replied, looking a little annoyed.

"Well, you are the prettiest girl in the school. Who wouldn't want to be you, Allen?" I smiled, showing my pearly whites.

She smiled, blushing a bit. "It's not that, Darren," She said my name. Well that"s a first. "It's the fact that I'm the so-called player. That's all." She was writing our names on the paper. I was shocked that she said that.

"What do you mean player?" I really wanted to know what she would say. If she believed those rumors, she's not the girl I thought she was.

"That you play with every girl's feelings, and you don't care if they get hurt by it." Anger written in her voice.

"Look, I don't play with girls. I just simply fuck. It's not my fault that girls take it the wrong way." I justified myself. I hate it when girls talk shit. I don't get it. Why the hell do they want to date me? If they only like me because I'm hot. They don't even know me.

"So, if you know girls take it the wrong way, why keep doing it?" Couldn't she stop? It's clear that I don't want to talk about this.

"Allen, I have my reasons, and you aren't going to hear them." I looked at her and she was staring at my eyes, like she was looking for something in them. I couldn't help but stare back. I see that her eyes are grayish-blue eyes with a hint of green. It had been the first time I realize that about her eyes. They were breathtakingly beautiful. I could even see my reflection.

Then, the bell rang. Stupid bell.

"Anyway," she looked away. "See you around, Tucker." She had a smile the whole time she said that. But I couldn't get those eyes out of my mind. They were beautiful.

DAWN

I've seen blue eyes before, but like Darren's eyes. They were so clear, it was beautiful. But when I looked deep into them, I saw sadness, loneliness, it was looking at someone asking for help. I knew I had crossed his limit, but when I did, I saw shame on his eyes. Guess he's not proud with fucking around.

I don't understand why he's like that. I know what people shit has said about him. Girls fall for him for his looks and reputation but that it. I wonder if they actually care for him. Most of the guys in the football team talk really bad shit about him, their just envy basters. Just like some of his "group of friends".

I have girls in my team that wish Darren was their boyfriend. Sometimes, Quinn and I laugh at them. They really think he's going look at them. Not to be mean, but I'm talking truth here. But we love them even if they dream too much of the same guy.

I was walking out of class, when I bumped into someone. Ricky, Darren's best friend. He was quite like Darren, both savages. They could pull any prank they want without getting caught. And let me say, those pranks are pretty good.

"Oh, hey, Dawn. How's everything going?" He asked, grabbing the books that he dropped.

"Hey, Ricky," I smiled. "Everything seems to be good, for now. But you? How are things?" I placed my books back in my bag.

"Things are good, actually. I'm just here, waiting for Ren." He replied. At first, I was confused as to who is Ren, but then I realized he was talking about Darren.

I was about to say something, when someone spoke.

"Hey, Rick, let's go." Darren must be bipolar or something, because he just forgot the fact that I was talking to Ricky. I guess Ricky thought the same, because he had an apologetic expression.

"Well, see you around, Dawny." Ricky waved, smirking because he knows only Quinn calls me that. But he followed Darren to wherever their going.

I know the conversation between us wasn't great, but he knows I don't believe any shit anyone says about anyone. Heck, everyone knows that. So, what the heck did I do?