04 | C H A P T E R

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The next day, my abdomen was sore from the new cuts. The simpilest of touches made me flinch away in pain.

"So there is this new guy and he is so so so so hot, " Mandy, one of my many fake friends, said to the lunch table.

"What is his name? " I ask, plastering a fake smile on my face.

"Isac Newly, " they chorus.

"Speaking of hot stuff, " Mandy says.

Everyone turns to the lunch room doors and I follow there sight.

At the end is a boy. The boy.

Isac Newly.

I wouldn't say he was "hot". He was more on the boyishly cute side.

But all in the same, he was to die for.

That's when his eyes meet mine, locking our gazes.

I was the first to break it. I got up, walking toward him.

I see as his smile grows as I come nearer.

I don't know his facial reaction when I walk right pass him and out the lunch room doors.

I will never let anyone get close to me.

I will never let anyone hurt me.

I have enough problems as it is.

I turn the corner quickly and am instantly greeted with a saxophone case to the gut.

I don't see the person who did it because I'm on the ground, clutching my stomach.

I feel as someone pulls me into their arms, I open my eyes to see Isac Newly.

"Shh, it's okay, just let me see, " he tries to pull my shirt up a bit to see the damage.

"No! " I hiss through the pain.

If he succeeds, then he'll see the affects of my pain.

Luck is not on my side. I hear as he sucks in a breath as he gets a glimspe.

"What--" he starts, but I cut him off.

I use the wall to get up, tugging my shirt back down, as I say, "I told you I am fine."

As I walk, more like a stumble, away, I feel his eyes burning a hole through the back of my head.

I make it outside to my car and drive home.

Nobody knew.

I thought I was careful.

How do I know if I can trust him?

Will the whole school know by tomorrow?

Will everyone know the real me?

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