Seeking Noah

*Prologue*

"Look, there's the girl from the countryside!" the boys declared derisively as they see a tired, depressed brown-haired girl approaching the hallway hugging her books closely to her chest. Her cheekbones are very prominent, a sign that she's slowly thinning out and she's wearing a long, blue jacket to cover the scars on her skin.

A year and a half. The length of time when her world fell apart. A year and a half of bullying, pain, and hurting herself asking where she went wrong.

Slut. Gold-digger. Shameful woman. 

All of those words are thrown at her. Her friends betrayed her, everybody turned their backs. They made her feel helpless, empty, and pitiful. Everyday she felt she was all alone, fighting all of her nightmares by herself. At some point when she was ready to kill herself to end the pain, there was a friend that came whom she didn't want but that person, Jared Heinsteele, was the only person that actually cared about her.

"Namine..." Jared called. The boys, whose daily morning routine was to tease her, fled as they see the president of their Supreme Student Government come close to the girl. "Did you have breakfast?" he asked politely with a bright smile on his face.

He has a beautiful shade of ivory skin, light freckles on his nose, blonde hair, and a pair of deep set baby blue eyes. These assets are what made him win this year's election but beyond the idiosyncratic looks, he was also charismatic and smart. At first glance, Jared Heinsteele is the absolute dream boy but to her it was the opposite, she didn't like Jared. In fact, she's never seen  him differently as most pf the girls does. Jared is perfect but he's not for her. 

She pushed her long hair back as she looks at him then she looks away quickly and avoided his glance knowing everybody was watching, slowly walking away from him without a word.

"Hey!" he said loudly as he walked after her and snatched her arm, "Namine, don't just-"

"Please don't talk to me" she said softly, there was fear mixed up in her voice. "Please don't even look at me" she added and then she started to tremble and cry.

Jared looked around and scowled at the nosy girls around them, the faces of the devil, he thought. He wrapped his arm around Namine as he walked her out of the hallway going to the Supreme Government house that had been temporarily her refuge the past few months.

"Don't go to class, I'll be the one to talk to Mr. Holmes" he advised. Mr. Holmes is the young, red-heaed  teacher that's adorned by girls because of his freckles and green eyes, also happened to be 4-A's adviser which was Namine's class.

"Jared, you don't need to do that. I can go to class" Namine said, still trying to avoid meeting his eyes. She's aware there's something about Jared that she couldn't look straight at him and it had always been his eyes that distracted her because it was the same color as 'his', the raven-haired one.

"Why should I allow you?" Jared asked and his eyes started noticing the same blue jacket Namine wears to school everyday.

"Because this is my life!" she spatted, annoyed that she's getting help from someone like Jared.

She held her books tight and fixed the strap of her rucksack, walking to the door ready to open it but Jared draws her back, intentionally throwing off her books on the couch as he unzipped her jacket and drags it down revealing the cuts on her skin, some that healed and some that had scarred.

Jared covered his mouth as he sees her scars, he was almost crying and he struggled to gather himself together at the sight of her. "Why do you do that to yourself?!" he asked, there was a mix of anger and worry in his voice. "How long have you been hurting yourself?!" he added.