***Jezebel***
For once I didn't wake up with a burning fire of uneasiness in my chest. For once.. I wasn't afraid. As I got out of bed, I welcomed the warm sensation of happiness pass through me. It was the last day of school.
I gently scratched Delaney's head as I got out of bed. I walked into my bathroom, stopping to take a look in the mirror. I was glad I didn't have a fresh bruise to cover up. For a girl living in New Jersey I was surprisingly pale. I loved that I was different from everyone else. My striking blue eyes matched perfectly with my snow white skin. People often made rude comments about my hair. Why would a girl want blue and green hair? To be unique. And I was. I stood out from everyone.
I turned the water on in the shower, making sure it was hot. I quickly undressed and stepped under the steaming hot liquid. I wasn't exactly a big girl. I seemed out of place in everything. I was 5'5 and I only weighed 85 pounds. I was known as the anorexic girl. A title I wasn't proud of, but I liked to be in shape. I was always the first one done in P.E, and I was the fastest runner on the girls track team. I never talked to my coach, but she and I had an understanding. Teachers liked me because of my outstanding grades, and therefore I was also called a teachers pet. School was important to me. My mother always loved to learn something new, and that part of her lived in me.
As I stepped out of the shower I heard the front door slam, making me jump. My father was never up this early. I made sure the bathroom door was locked, and I grabbed my clothes out of the closet. A pair of black skinny jeans with holes above the knees, my Superman tank top and matching jacket, and my favorite pair of sneakers. I hardly ever went without my jacket, I couldn't let any one see my scars or the painful bruises. They wouldn't understand. After I got dressed, I styled my hair. I thought it was beautiful to look at. A curly wave of blue and green that reached down to my lower back. I loved my hair, even though it made me sound vain. I unlocked the door and checked my phone. Yes, it is weird for a girl who doesn't talk to have a phone, but I love to write. My stories are my life. People at school often read them, and that was the only thing they liked about me. How passionate I was about writing.
Slipping my pone into my back pocket I finished getting ready. Brush my teeth, eye liner and mascara, all the little things. By 7:15 I was ready to go.
*****
The walk to school had always been filled with an easy silence. Not having friends saved me from the worry. The worry if never being good enough, trying to fit in, trying to please someone to the fullest extent. I was content with being alone, or so I thought.
*Flashback*
The warm sun raking softly against her skin, the softest of touches. She had always loved the warmth she felt as its rays touched her skin. She was laying on her back, her baby blue sundress rustling in the light breeze like the tall green grass. She looked over into daring green eyes. A smile alone brought her into a fit of giggles. She had never been happier in her young life than right now in this moment. But then she remembered, as she always had. Her heart was clouded with sadness, she blinked back tears. "I wish you didn't have to leave Rose" she said with a sad smile. Her friend sat up, looking at the ground. "I know Jazzie, I wish I could stay here forever." She got up. Her hazel hair seemed to glow in the sunshine. She looked back at me, her face lit up with a smile. "Let's go see mum Jazzie, maybe we can spend one more night together" she grabbed my hand to pulled me to the house. "Mummy!" she said, bursting through the screen door. Only to be stopped by the horrific scene before her. No one should ever see they're mother like this. There were bloody hand prints on the wall that matched with the growing pool on the floor. Her face was streaked with the color of scarlet. Her clothes stained with the tainted liquid. Rose kneeled down by her, she shook her moms lifeless body. "Mummy, wake up" she sobbed. Shetried, andtriedtowakehermother. Butherlifelessformwassilent..
*End Flashback*
*****
My first class of the day was biology. I always worked alone, and it wasn't because I didn't talk. The teacher loved to see my work. Untouched by some morons negligence. No ones stupid opinion put in with my hard work. The teacher was allowing us to do an experiment for one last grade. I may not have needed it with my perfect average, but I loved biology, so I did it anyway. Working seemed to help me relax. It took things off my mind. Other than writing, biology was a strong passion of mine. I loved it. I wanted to be a marine biologist after college. And yes, I was 100% sure that I wanted to go to college. I hated being stuck here with nowhere to go. It drove me crazy. Almost as much as the kid who was staring at me.
I looked to see him staring at me. He wasn't pointing and laughing with a group of friends. He didn't even have a look of disgust on his face. He was just... looking at me. With the most beautiful set of green eyes mixed with a hint of blue. I couldn't help but to look at them. I had seen every boy in the school, but somehow, I had never seen him. He was absolutely stunning. I blushed and quickly looked down, scribbling notes into my notebook.
***Blake***
She was beautiful, that's for sure. Different from any girl I had ever seen. She was a tiny thing too. Slim and fit, almost as if one touch would break her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was absolutely stunning.
She looked up and caught me staring at her. She blushed and looked down, writing in her notebook. Her hair fell around her face. A curtain of blue and green. It was amazing, and just like her, different. She had sticking blue eyes and pale skin. It wasn't unusual for a girl like her to be so pretty. I had seen plenty of sweet, innocent girls like her. Just no one as breath taking as Jezebel McLain. I had never heard one word from her. I never saw her talk in the hallways. And she was never late for a class, or missing a day of school. She was perfect in the ways I, and everyone else wasn't.
I turned back to my book. She'll never love you, Blake. You're a player, a heart breaker. A monster. And I truly was a monster. I didn't let anyone in. No one knew my past but my best friend Jordan. I had known him since 3rd grade, and since the day I met him we had each others backs. I loved it that way. No one could judge me, no one could try to change me. I was who I made myself to be, nothing more.
The day passed on quickly, and all I could think of was her. I didn't want her to slip away from my mind. I couldn't let her. She was more than beautiful. She was amazing I had read many of her poems, and stories. God she was talented. She wrote excellent essays, and strove to academic perfection. I hardly saw that anymore. She was truly something. I wanted to know her. I needed to know her.
I saw her walking home. She had pulled her hair into a pony tail, her bangs swept to the side. She had hot pink beats around her neck, scrolling through what must of been her play list. I wished I could be walking her home, or was that creepy? I liked a girl I knew nothing about. I turned back to the road and drove home before the rain came.
