The reason behind the scars ( On Hold)

Chapter 2: Perfect plan

It's now  lunch time.

All I want to do is run away but that's gonna be hard because the back gate is locked and the main entrance is guarded by the security guards. Well I know there's no way I'm staying here so I'll wait for the guard to go check the back gate then I dash out of school. Yep it's a perfect plan.

I know I could have jumped over the back gate, but I'm to weak to strain my body any further.

My plan went smoothly and I found myself walking in an abandoned street, it was so quite and I felt relaxed for some reason. The smell of weed made me feel uneasy but I brushed it off. I continued walking but stopped dead in my tracks when I heard a gun shoot, I quickly hide by the corner behind a dumpster.

"Ahh, fuck yall cowards" I hear someone yell out in pain.

Next thing I hear is heavy footsteps coming closer. I start panicking, what if they find me and shoot me too. I push myself further in the corner, at least I'm wearing dark clothes.

A few guys ran past me without even noticing me. 'Well obviously they were sprinting how would they see you.' Great now I'm arguing with myself.

They were four guys. All dressed in black and they had ski masks on so I couldn't see their faces.

I blew out a breath of relief that they left. I get up after a few minutes to make sure no one is around, I walk the opposite direction from were they ran and go the direction the gun fire came from. I know what you thinking. ' why you going there¿' I had no other option and I was curious.

Walking that direction, I see a tall figure holding onto his leg above the knee, limping at the side of the wall and using the wall for support,  but I guess they got him bad because he ends up falling to the ground and groaning when his wounded leg hits the ground.

" Oh my gosh, are you okay¿" I rush to the stranger's side with out thinking.  I freeze in my tracks when he pulls out a gun and aims it in my direction.  " p-pl- please  d- don't shoot, I- I'm  tryna help you." I stutter feeling light headed at the moment. His head snaps in my direction and freezes. Damm his hot!!  Jet black hair, heart shaped face, perfect check bones, sharp jaw line, plumb pink freaking lips. I realise that I'm staring. I glance up and catch his eyes. I gasp when I see his piercing blue eyes. His that guy from school.

He stares at me with a blank expression. I break eye contact and look down at his chest. Dammm... his neck, his shirt is clung so tight on his glorious chest and Abbs, I can see the veins popping out on his arms. I bite my lower lip to calm myself down.  Focus skylar focus!.

He slowly puts down the gun and speaks " Leave now!"

Damm even his voice is sexy. Wait did he just-

" move " he demands again.  Wow you so rude, I might not call you hot if you keep up that rude tone. I ignore what he said.

I lift up my hoodie and try to rip my shirt and may I just say they make it look so easy in movies. It's not.

"What are you doing?" Hey says lifting his eyebrow in confusion.

"I'm tryna help" I mumble and continues to rip this shirt.

"By ripping your shirt?" He looks at me, finding what I'm doing entertaining.

Ignoring him I huff and continue. When I manage to rip it. I notice it ripped way more then expected.  The material tears all the way to my bra, I quickly let go of my hoodie so he doesn't seem anything that, THAT evil woman did.

I walk closer to him and push him gentle against the wall. I notice his facial expressions keep changing as if his debating whether to let me help him or to push me away.