The Scars Of Us

CHAPTER 1

My sleep was rudely disturbed by the sound of hell...my alarm clock. I groaned as I rolled over. I slammed my hand down on top of the clock. I took in a deep breath.

I squinted one eye open to see that it was disgustingly light outside which meant that I really do need to get up and get ready to go to hell...my parents like to call it school.

I kicked the blanket off and got up out of bed. I went into the shower and savoured the sweet bliss of having hot water cascade over my body for five minutes.

As weird as it sounds, I leave my fan heater inside the bathroom so than when I get out of the shower, I can just turn it on and it'll make me feel all happy and warm again. I made sure to avoid the mirror. I woke up feeling good morning, I didn't want to ruin by seeing it.

I dried myself and wrapped my body with my gown. I stepped out of the bathroom and went into my room to pick my clothes.

I saw I still hadn't opened my curtains. I pulled them to the side and let the morning sun warm my room. That's when I heard the irritating loud engine. I rolled my eyes. I see his car rip out of the drive way and speeds off to who know's where before school.

I shook my head. I had the bad luck of being neighbours with Jackson Reed. He moved into town around a year ago. Rumours say that his dad got a new wife and moved here. He obviously had no choice but to go with them.

I guess you could call him the bad boy of Lewisberg. He was more psychotic than a bad boy though. He didn't give a shit about anyone. He didn't care about popularity. He didn't care if people liked him or disliked him. He did whatever the hell he wanted and that's why people usually steered clear of him.

He's unpredictable. He has no shame in confronting people in front of a crowd. He's like a wild animal. You just don't know what to expect with him. But I guess that's why everybody kinda like him as well. He throws massive parties, girls throw themselves at him and he just revels in it.

We've hardly ever talked. I was usually too scared to. I wasn't sure what he would say. He was good at making people feel stupid. Anybody with some kind of dignity try not to get on his bad side because they know that if they do, he would go above and beyond to rip them from the inside out until there was nothing left but a shell of that person. I know, it sounds pretty extreme and intense, but that's what Jax is...extreme and intense.

The memory of when I first met him came to mind. I think that was the first and only real conversation I have ever had with him. And just from that one conversation alone...I knew I didn't like him.

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"Honey! Are you ready yet?" My mother shouted from downstairs.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I didn't care if the new neighbours were coming for dinner or not. All I want is to have my hot chocolate and my netflix. But as always, my parents forced me. I quickly gave my straightened hair one last brush before going downstairs where my parents were waiting. My mother was rushing around the place, making sure everything was a clean and ready for our guests.

"Why do I have to join again?" I asked my mother.

She glares at me, "Because they have a son! It would be rude of you to not welcome him as well! And besides what if he's handsome? That would be nice right?"

I sighed, "No guys is attracted to scars mum."

My mother gasps, "Don't talk so casually about it, Milly!"

I raised my hands, "Well It's true! I've accepted it mum maybe you should too! I'm not a clean daughter!"

"Milly!" My mother shouts at me. She stood there looking all flustered and angry, "Enough. We will talk about it no longer."