The Tomboy Is Back

Chapter 4

"Oh yea. I remember her." I say looking up at him with a stern look, almost snapping at him because of his attitude. He has no right to judge me, not after what he has put me through. It's like he forgot. "She saved my life." 

I honestly don't know how I could have forgotten a girl who saved my life. Looking Alec dead in the eyes, which showed confusion, I walk past him and to the stairs I scaled up. Slowly lowering myself enough to when I drop down it won't hurt. Dropping, I look and see Luke looking at me with a sad look on his face. Since the walls are basically destroyed, I'm guessing he heard the conversation. 

I look at him and shake my head as if to say 'I don't want to talk about it.' I walk past Luke and through one of the holes in the wall and hop on my bike, and put on my helmet that has the visor over the eyes, never looking back until I'm forced too backing up. I look through my visor to see both boys with unreadable expressions as I drive by. I didn't even get it to spray paint.

It was currently 2 in the morning as I'm heading home. Home. Aww fuck! I don't want to go home! That house really took my mind off things, and Alec, but come on! I would rather sleep on the street than go back home.

Knowing that my dad will probably be pissed if he found out that I was out this late, I drove my bike to the small backyard and parked there for now. I got off then headed to my window. Luckily for me I've done this before. My house has a fence around it, I climbed that swiftly then lifted myself to my window seat.

Once inside I change into sweat pants and my sports bra, because I don't own pajamas, then headed to bed. Once my head hit the pillow I was out like a light bulb.

Tuesday morning

I officially hate my alarm clock. I mean, why does it have to wake me up at 5 everyday? Or another question I should be asking is, why does my school start at 7? Why can't it be like a normal school and start at 8 or 9. Nope.

I reluctantly get out of bed and decide to go get dressed. I practically roll out of bed and go into my bathroom to take a shower since I didn't yesterday. Yesterday. Gosh, I wish yesterday just didn't happen. They are probably going to spread rumors all over school saying, 'old geek freak cries over parents, pathetic.' Which is true. It was pathetic. I don't know what I was thinking. 

I quickly take a shower, brush my teeth, and now trying to pick out an outfit. Which by the way is that so hard for a girl to do? I can do it in a few minutes, but girls take hours. Like it's not that hard. At least for me it isn't. I go to my closet and grab a light gray muscle tee that said 'Does I look like I care?' in maroon letters, a black pair of skinny jeans with holes at the knees, and a pair of maroon colored vans. 

See? That was easy. I even matched the colors. It's not hard girls. Just don't put on a pound of makeup. 

Speaking of makeup, I walk back into the bathroom and apply mascara and chapstick. I quickly add spray to my brown hair so it doesn't frizz. My hair had a wave to it. 

I don't mind my face or body. I like my hair, it's brown and wavy and reaches my hips. I like my eyes cause their unique as my mom and Sky called them. I also have freckles, my mom called them angel kisses when I was younger. And my body was pretty normal, not to fat, not to skinny. But now it was kind of like an hour glass with abs, broad shoulders, and big thighs from muscles. Yeah, I like my body. I worked so freaking hard for it. 

Anyways, I walk out of my bathroom and grab my camo backpack from my desk chair and head out of my room and downstairs to the kitchen, which held my father hanging over the sink...throwing up. Gross. But that's what he deserves for last night. 

Trying to go by unnoticed, I grab a granola bar from the counter and grab my car keys out my backpack and start up Duke, my bike, and drive to school. Again, gross. 

The whole time while I was driving, all I could think about was whether or not the boys would spread rumors throughout the entire school about last night. Whelp, I guess I'm in for a surprise aren't I?

I pull up into school freaking the heck out. But, wait. Why should I care about what they think? Trick question: I don't. Then I should stop worrying and walk into school as if nothing happened last night. That's all. Right? I wonder what the boys thought about last night...

Last night

Alec's POV

We stood there like idiots, just watching her drive away. I mean I still don't know who she is, plus she stole from Sky! But I will admit, she looks really familiar...

I turn to Luke since he obviously knew who she was, I mean he invited her to spray paint with us. I cross my arms and glare at him. How could he do that to me, or why couldn't he just tell me who she was. It's not like shes new to school or anything, I never saw her yesterday or heard of her. 

He turns and stares back as if nothings wrong. This guy. "Luke, who the hell was that and why would you invite a crying random girl from an alleyway that steals from little dead girls to spray paint with us?" He continues to stare at me with a calm expression. 

"Don't act dumb. You know who she is Alec." He replies. The fuck? 

"Luke, does it look I know who she is? Why would I ask who she was, if I knew who she was?" His expression switches from calm to confused. "Lets try this again, who was she Luke?"

He scratches his head. "Well she announced who she was during lunch today... Everyone knows who she is or remembers at least." He looks at me slightly agitated. "You of all people should know who she is!" He continues, pointing his finger at me. What?

"What the fuck are you talking about Luke? What announcement? Why would I know her?" I say smacking his hand away. "I was outside smoking with Leah during lunch yesterday, remember? So, now, tell me what is going on." I say getting just as annoyed. 

"Still!" He says tugging at his hair now. "You should recognize her!  After all you're the one that made her leave for two years!" He semi-yells. 

No. That's not her. I shake my head hoping he's joking. 

He starts nodding his head. "Yes Alec, it's your punching bag, your nerd that you hurt in anyway that you could without getting caught." He starts backing away to my car to leave. "And she was your enemies cousin." He says finally turning around to face the right way before getting into my car. 

No. This can't be happening. She's the girl that was a tomboy that had the perfect family, till her mom died from cancer her eighth grade year. Everyone thought she was a freak, all her friends left her and people bullied her. I was both of those people. I was once her friend till I found out she was related to her cousin when he came to visit her for her mom's funeral. I hate her cousin. When she didn't come back part of her freshman year, and all of her sophomore, and junior year, I started to wonder what happened. I felt bad. I messaged her, but of course, her cousin replied and said she was gone. I thought she killed herself or something. Her cousin said she left. When he said that she left, I thought that she died or something. Well...what now? 

Sky, what would you do? Because I'm so confused.