Beautiful Scars [1] ✔

Chapter Eight

I walked into first hour, a smile on my face, instead of a frown. Pretty much everyone in the classroom was surprised about my facial expression, which was a plus for me. I sat down in my desk and did my work silently, until I felt my nerves start to kick in. I was so nervous about the presentation today, I couldn't even think straight.
When we were dismissed, Aston was waiting for me, looking almost as nervous as I was.
"Don't be nervous," He told me. "You got this."

I laughed. "Are you telling that to me or are you trying to convince yourself?"
He rolled his eyes, then playfully shoved me. "Ha ha. To be honest, both, I guess. I have something to tell you, and you better not tell anyone, okay?"

I nodded, curious. What did this boy want to tell me?

He took a deep breath. "When I was little, I had to sing a song in front of the whole class in kindergarten, and while I was singing, I wet my pants."

Before he could continue, I stifled a laugh, and found I couldn't hold it in. I cackled, and Aston shot me a look of annoyance.
"It's not funny!"

I continued laughing. "Yes, Ash. It IS funny!" I finally composed myself, then nodded, my way of telling him to continue.

"Ever since then, I've been afraid of public speaking, singing in public, anything that involves a big crowd."
"Wow, Ash. You sing?"

A slight blush formed on his face and he nodded. "I don't just sing, I play the piano."

I started to smile, a smile I couldn't stop. "So you're a lone wolf or do you have a band?"

He laughed. "I'm in a band, actually. Melissa and her boyfriend are the only ones in it with me. I play the electric piano, Melissa plays the guitar, and her boyfriend, Chad, plays the drums."

This was something actually. Most bands have a lead singer. "No lead singer?" I asked.

He shook his head. "We've never went around to finding one."

"Why not?"

"We've just never thought about a lead singer, you see, Melissa, Chad, and I, we're a group. Just us. We've never actually wanted anyone else with us."

My smile fell. Oh. "Okay," I pointed somewhere behind me. "I'll just go."

I turned to leave when his hand yanked me back around to face him.

"Where you going?" Aston asked me.

"I'm leaving. You said you guys didn't want anyone else, so that's where I'm going."

He grinned, then pulled me closer to him, his arm resting on my shoulder. "That's true for everyone else, but you? You're an exception."

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as the context of his words came into full focus. "

Come on, let's get to class."
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Before I knew it, school was over and Melissa and I waited outside for Mrs. Tilly.
"Where's Aston?" I asked nonchalantly.

She smiled so big that I saw her back molars. "Why do you always ask about Aston? Do you like him or something?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

I laughed. "No! He's just -just- just-" I stuttered, unable to finish my sentence.

She laughed. "Relax, Sophia, It's not a big deal if you like my brother."

I just rolled my eyes and we hopped into Mrs. Tilly's car, heading towards her house.
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We giggled, watching Twilight, and sighed at all the good parts. Me, at Edward's romanticness, and Melissa, at Jacob's shirtlessness.

"You know," I began. "If you and Aston are brother and sister, why don't you guys look alike. I mean, you have gorgeous blonde hair and green eyes, and he has black hair and dark dark blue eyes. I was just wondering."

She swallowed, then looked over at me. "Aston and I aren't blood related. He's my foster brother. His parents committed suicide when he was 12 and he has lived with my grandma and I since then. Me? Well, my dad used to beat me, so I ran away to live with my grandmother when I was 7. When we saw you getting teased because of how you looked, we were so angry that people treated you that way. We knew you had a story, and we wanted to listen."

"I'll tell you, but I want Aston to hear, too."
Melissa made kissy faces and winked her eye. "Oooh, Aston!!"

I laughed, then threw a pillow at her, and she fell down mock-defeat.

"Whoo!" Someone hollered.

I looked over at Melissa. "What is that?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know."

I looked outside. "Stupid next door neighbors," I muttered.

Melissa laughed. "Look at you being a big grumpy pants!" She teased.

I rolled my eyes. I loved Melissa. She was a true friend. And that was something I needed these days.

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