Scars Out Of Love

Sky(6)

All my morning classes went by relatively fast and the only teacher that forced me to introduce myself was my new drama teacher. I didn't actually want to take drama, but my parents thought it would be good for me. I didn't think that particular class would be enjoyable until the teacher took roll and called the name Skylar Park. After all my morning classes, I followed the crowd to the cafeteria and got a tray of oozing cheese over partially cooked noodles. I paced the lunchroom with my meal until Kelsey spotted me and insisted I come sit with her and her friends. Once I was awkwardly surrounded by people, they started to ask me questions about where I came from, what I liked, and a bunch of other useless information about me. About half-way through lunch hour, a guy came up to our table and leaned down next to me, "Hey, are you ok? I saw that girl totally run into you earlier." I looked down at my lunch, "Ya, I'm fine, I was just surprised, that's all." After that the entire table started to interrogate me about my run-in with Sky. My afternoon classes went by slowly. I spent the time making small-talk with people in the back of the classes. By the time the bell rang, all I could focus on was that girl, I already knew I was gonna do something dumb to try to find out more about her. I tried to forget about Skylar as I headed home, yet every time my mind drifted away, it managed to loop right back around, so as soon as I saw her ride by me, I decided to follow. She hopped off the curb and took a sharp right down a sketchy looking street; I had to jog behind her just to keep up. She bounced up obstacles and weaves around poles almost like she was trying to show-off to no one. She ended up turning at a skate park, immediately being accepted into the group gathered around the ramps. As soon as was about to follow we into the park, I realized how wrong what I was doing was. I had just followed a total stranger to a dangerous part of town to a place I've never been, was there seriously something wrong with me? But she didn't feel like a stranger, I felt like a knew her, yet I didn't and there was nothing wrong with me, I had promised myself I would take chances and this would be one of them. I walked over to a bench that had a perfect view of all the punks and delinquents doing dumb tricks on the concrete play area. As I sat down, she positioned the nose of her board down a ramp and push off with her left foot. She had immense talent which was quite apparent as she grinded her board against the metal tips of the jumps. At the peak of one, she glanced over at me and our eyes held each others for a fraction of a second before her focus jerked back towards the ground, trying to regain her balance, but failing and falling to the ground landing awkwardly on her left side with her arm tucked underneath the rest of her body. My natural instinct was to run, so I did and as I did, I could hear a cry of pain in the background. I couldn't help but feel responsible for it, I mean she was looking at me. I ran home in fear that she would be mad, I didn't even know why I cared, I had just found out her name a few hours earlier, and now I was rushing home,scared that she was gonna yell at me.

The next day I walked into school with more confidence knowing where my locker was and all my classes, yet at the same time I was more nervous than the day before. I was already tardy by the time I reached my locker so I took my sweet time getting my books. I shut my locker door gently and looked down the hall, I didn't see anyone until I started towards my homeroom and turned around and then I saw Skylar walking behind me, sporting a navy blue cast on her arm. When she realized who I was, her face twisted into a bitter anger, "Hey, you little Bitch, get over here!" I tried to pretend like I didn't hear her, yet it was impossible when she shouted, "River, you little prick, get over here!" She knew my name.

I stopped dead in my tracks and she strutted up next to me. she grabbed my wrist without another word and pulled my towards a door. She released her grasp for a second to twist the doorknob, then dragged me behind her as she walked up behind what appeared to be the stage and into a small room filled with costumes.

"Why the hell were you at the skatepark yesterday!?" I paused as she threw my arm back at me to close the door behind us, I thought it was a little unnecessary for her to lock the door, but she did regardless. "I asked you a goddamned question, why were you at the skatepark?" I paused, "I was exploring town." Her eyes quite clearly told me she didn't believe my lie, "Bullshit, tell me the truth." I stumbled over my word, "I was uh... Curious... I f-followed you." She looked pissed at my answer, "Are you fucking gay or something? Why the hell did you follow me?" Tears collected on my waterline and started to overflow down my cheeks. "Seriously you're gonna cry? I'm the one with the broken arm!" She grinned at her own comment and then looked at my face, possibly feeling some kind of sympathy, "Hey, I just wanted the truth, stop crying, I'm sorry I yelled, I have a feeling you've watched me enough to figure out I have a short temper." I was about to deny watching her until she wrapped her good arm around my back, "We both go to drama next, wipe your eyes I wanna talk."