Save Me

1.) Someone Like You

"Skylar, do you know the answer?" Mrs. Jenkins asked me in a sickeningly sweet tone. I know the old bat meant well but did she have to be so...fake about it? Of course I didn't know the answer. How could I when I didn't even know the question? In fact, I'm not entirely sure of what class I'm in. These days I don't pay much attention to what goes on around me. I'm completely oblivious to all decisions made for me or about me. I just keep my head down and go with the flow. It's the easiest way to cope. The easiest way not to fall apart and have a complete and utter breakdown.

"Sorry Miss, no I don't." I replied with a defeated sigh. I don't know why she even bothers asking me questions or trying to get me to participate in class discussions. I never listen or pay attention. I hate school. I hate the teachers. I hate my family and I hate my life.

"Of course she doesn't. She's just a dumb little weirdo." Lacey Diver snickered to her little puppet of a best friend, Jordan Levy. Jordan wasn't as evil as her best friend however she didn't hesitate in making everyone's, particularly mine, lives hell just so her queen bee would be proud of her. I just ignored her and everyone else's laughter and snickering and went back to doodling on the cover of my notebook. "Enough of that Lacey!" I hear Mrs.Jenkins sternly tell her off. She can't make you feel anything you don't want to. You are in complete control of your emotions. You don't need to cry, you won't cry. No matter how hard I chided myself, I still felt the tears brimming dangerously near to my bottom lashes.

"Oh, I do wish you'd try harder Skylar." Mrs. Jenkins patronised. How do you think I feel? I contemplated retorting but held my tongue because I felt as though it was better to be perceived as quiet, shy and weird than loud, confident and normal. Normal being something I'm not.

"Sorry Miss, I'll try harder next time." I mumbled as a form of response. She dismissed me and carried on with her lesson until the bell rang signalling lunch.

As per usual I left to go and sit at the cafeteria. Alone. Again. Not feeling very hungry, I decided to take out my algebra textbook and get a head start on the homework when a very unusual boy decided to join me. I describe the boy as unusual because for one, he was absolutely gorgeous. With his floppy brown hair that was carelessly styled into a just-woke-up kind of casual look, his tight white v-neck t-shirt with a leather jacket over it and his tight but not so tight that they would cut off the blood flow circulation to his legs, jeans. He was a god.

I for the life of me, could not understand why he had chosen to come sit with me of all people. What with my long, lifeless, dull blonde hair and simple grey hoodie and black jeans with scruffy white Converse. There was nothing special about my almost clear, icy-blue eyes, so why me. Perhaps he is new and just assumes that I am a normal teenager like anyone else in this vast space. He is horribly mistaken.

I keep my eyes trained on the text in front of me but can still see him out of my peripheral vision. I notice he is taking out a book to read and wonder why he hasn't ran for the hills yet.

Leaving my textbook, I look to my left and stare at the boy, dumbfounded. I continue to stare at him as he scans the page of his book with a most interested look on his perfectly chiseled face. After about three minutes of awkward silence, he gazes up at me with a pair of deep chestnut eyes with gold flecks in them. Like intense pools of chocolate that were so intriguing.

He stares blankly at me for a moment before smiling sweetly and saying politely, "yes, can I help you?" I am completely taken aback by his confident aura. I soon regained my composure and decided to ask him why on earth did he decide to commit social suicide by being seen with me, Skylar Davidson.

"Are you lost?" I question. "No." He replies with a voice that is as thick and rich and pure as dark chocolate and it almost makes me want to befriend him in the hopes of hearing that voice on a regular basis.

"Are you new?" I enquire again. "Yes." He answers shortly. That explains it. "I don't think you quite understand how this works. You see I'm the school weirdo. I'm a complete disaster and a total outcast. Someone like you shouldn't be seen with a person like me." I explain to him politely feeling a blush creep up on my cheeks. He just looks at me and curtly replies, "I don't really understand what you mean by someone like me but I do know that I find you quite interesting and I would like to get to know you. Regardless of the way things are seen in the social spotlight." Shocked, I nod at him softly before going back to my algebra and we sit quietly for the rest of the lunch." Me studying and him reading his book.

"I'm Zach by the way. Zachary Adams." He says to me as lunch ends. Feeling as though it's the only option, I politely introduce myself. "I'm Skylar. Skylar Davidson." I curtly nod and head off to English class with a small smile on my face. As I reach the exit, I look back for Zach but cannot see him in the mass of students. As I'm walking down the hall, I bump into someone. Or rather someone bumps into me and the sheets in my binder disperse and scatter the floor. "Oops!" Lacey laughs holding up a thin manicured hand to her tiny pink lips. Her and Jordan snigger at me and then saunter off to class leaving me to pick up the pieces.

Pictured: Skylar // Cara Delevigne