The King's Plan (BWHM)

Chapter 11: Itwasme

The annoying alarm roared beside my head causing me to get up. I had fallen asleep flicking through my Instagram, which I hadn't been on in a year. I craved for some food as my stomach tried to reason with my brain. In the end my stomach won and rolled out of bed. Literally, hitting the floor hard.

This early thing was taking a toll on my body and I wasn't doing my homework efficiently. I had Chemistry work due in a few hours and I only got the 1st sentence done. Do homework now or detention later.....detention it is.

I stared at myself in the mirror and did a double take at what I looked like. I was the definition of a mess. My hair was out of place, there was dribble around my mouth and my eyes looked lifeless. Oh let's not forget there was a long cut down from my eye to my nose. It was faint but noticeable.

"What the heck happened?" I examined it closely.
I was definitely was a cut but I didn't do anything to get myself cut. I'm so confused. How the fuck did this happen? I stormed out of my room and busted down Caleb's door.

Caleb was lying on his bed texting when he looked up startled at my entry, "What are you doing in here get out?!"
"What did you do? Why did you do this?" I pointed at where I assumed the cut was.
Caleb grinned putting his phone down, "So I'm not going to bother lying because you will torture me until I admit sooooooo itwasme."

I laughed hysterically trying to calm my anger, "Tell me. Just-just tell me why you would do this?"
"I was talking to a cute girl and I was bragging that your very tough and get into fights all the time and you got a cut on your face from a previous fight."
"So..."
"So I cut you so I could take a photo or else she wouldn't believe me. I used my scissors and I didn't press hard so it's only faint."

I was utterly shocked at his ridiculousness but then again why should it surprise me? To be honest I didn't know how to address the situation so I walked cursing and imagining ways I could injure him.
I got into the shower before creaming my skin and getting dressed.

I put on a black jumper, grey jogging bottoms and black converses. I questioned whether to wear a balaclava but it wouldn't cover all of it anyway. I combed out my hair from the plaits I put them in last night and quickly cornrowed it into 2.

I walked to the park listening to music. As I was jamming to 'Goosebumps' by Travis Scott I saw Noah gently swinging on the swing.
I didnt get his attention until I opened the gate. His smile quickly changed to shock from my scar and he stood up.

"What happened to you? Was it Xavier?" Noah looked angry for once.
"No, it was my brother."
"Why would he do this?" Noah questioned wavering his eyes along the scar.
"He was talking to a cute girl and lied so to fulfil that lie he cut my face. It's not deep so it should go away soon. Don't worry."
"Can I touch it?"
"Yeah."

Noah's thumb grazed the cut carefully. His eyebrows were still fixed in a scrunched postion. He sighed heavily making his minty breath fan my face. Only then I realised how close he was to me. I could see his eyes much more clearly and they were beautiful. Alarmed I pushed his hand away.

"Trust me it's fine. It looks cool anyway."

Noah only nodded in response and returned to his swing. I sat beside him and we talked a while before Cole and Taylor came. They had their torrent of questions and stares when they saw my face. Similarly with Jacob and Riley when they turned up they had a fair share of questions.

When we arrived to school no one discreetly pointed or looked. They all obviously kept their eyes on me like glue. I was used to people looking at me weirdly or scared but this time it was eyes of fascination and curiousness and it made me uncomfortable. I rolled my eyes as one girl said my new name should be scar face.