Open Scars

Chapter one

He was still sitting over there, alone, hunched over a table in the corner with a tray of the required milk, pizza slice, and a single apple.

He didnt seem hungry but picked up the red apple, so bored he began to inspect it with muscular hands. I know he is 16, a Junior, but he gave me chills. The way he moved was shy but graceful, like a gorgeous dove fluttering in the sky.

Then he met my eyes, I held the gaze since seeing his face was a rarity. His large dark brown eyes and slick narrow but leaned muscled face were like forbidden fruit on a tree. If only a snake were nice enough to offer it to me.

"Zyana !"Hissed a voice. I glanced over I a jerking motion that strained my neck and snapped me out of my thoughts. Alyssa sat beside me her eyes narrowed. She was pale, freckled, amber eyes with long scarlet colored hair. It flowed down her back like a ocean tide, my hair on the other hand, was thick and curled in a pretty afro.
I was light but brown, my lips were large but slim, I looked the perfect balance of black and white, a Ying and Yang sign in real life, or maybe an Oreo.

My nose was rounded my cheeks were pushed out on decent cheek bones, my large very very dark brown eyes gave me the appearance of a girl much younger then 15. But my slim oval face was matured enough to contradict them.

"What ?"I asked Alyssa who was giving me a meaningful stare. "You've been staring at Elijah King for about -um- I dont know- all lunch now !" She exclaimed quietly. "Is it a crime ?" I asked narrowing my eyes, irritated. Josh peered around Alyssa, his elbows digging into the sky blue plastic table. His long brown hair reached his ears, it was smooth with his eyes a ocean blue. But he was tall, gangly, nervous with a very deep voice for his age.

Somehow with all the great traits of a hot guy, he was nervous and awkward, which is why he was my best friend. But then came his down sides, glasses he rarely took off, acne, and though he was tall and skinny, his muscles were only on his arms and legs leaving him looking like a starving teenager. But he looked brilliant to me, even if I didn't exactly think that was enough for him of course.

"Just leave him alone he is too good for you " Josh said smiling. I glared playfully. "No he is as weird as every other anti-social kid" Alyssa insisted. "Oh yeah ?" I asked. I got up, ready to test the theory.

"You can't just...talk to him !" Exclaimed Alyssa. "Um...why not ?" I asked narrowing my eyes at her. "Because you- people dont do that !" She hissed.
"Chill Alyssa, if he is so anti-social then no one will care what happens, its not like he's a "cool kid"." Josh said firmly looking at Alyssa with a crooked grin.

She gave me an anxious look but by this time she had annoyed me enough that I was already walking away.
I turned my eyes on Elijah, I held my breath realizing how stupid I was as he peered up and frowned deeply his lips clenched as if angry.
"Hey " I said rolling my eyes. He stared at me silently. "Your not very talkative are you? "I asked trying not to get totally embarrassed as some kids from close tables peered over and hissed whispers in others direction.
"Don't talk to me "He said, his voice was booming. "Well excuse me for trying to be nice ".
"Get outta here kid Ive dealt with enough dared Freshman " .
"Fresh-" I was boiling, I sat infront of him and leaned in close ignoring the insults in my direction.
"You dont know a thing about me and I of you, you anti-social hermit, so pardon me for trying to talk to your sorry self !" I said. The room was silent, and then the bell rang.
Tears had began to surface because of the anger, I brushed them away as if they were nothing as he stared at me like I was an alien. "When someone sits alone, they want to he alone " He mutters before leaving. Alyssa didn't even bother to glance my direction, she was a friend but her face was as red as mine was under the brown skin ;->

Josh stumbled up and yanked me to my feet so that we could make our way to the hall and head down towards class. As we did a poster on the wall read of a party on Maple street on Friday night. But when I read the signed name I understood why the school was letting it be announced.

Jessie Milsons sweet 16, daughter of Principal Shepherd. I grabbed a small flyer that was hung near it with information and then folded it and put it in my pocket.

"Josh " I said in a soft voice. He glanced over with a dry smile. "Wanna go to a party tomorrow? "