T H I R D P E R S O N
"You...are not that bad." Scarlet complimented the girl who was a blushing mess. "Smile." She demanded, her face still stoic as ever.
The girl was confused but in order not to provoke the Scarlet's anger, she smiled reluctantly and shyly.
"So you wear braces." Scarlet stated dryly and the girl, ashamed of the metal in her teeth, dropped the smile but Scarlet wasn't done yet. "Your smile is not so bad, even with the braces." She complemented again. The girl flushed despite herself but couldn't help but feel that the red haired boy (remember, most people think Scarlet is a boy) was toying with her.
Scarlet noticed this and glared right into the girl's brown eyes until it felt like she was just an inch closer to the soul.
"Do I look like the type to joke or lie?" Her voice, even if trying to sound nice, was scary low. She was only telling the truth. The wounded girl shook her head in a no sign and Scarlet sighed once more. "I'm telling the truth though, you're beautiful." The girl was no different from a tomato now, why is he suddenly telling me these things? She thought.
"So you don't need to keep losing weight to remain pretty. If you don't eat, it causes ulcer, you should know that." Scarlet dropped the bombshell.
"W-w-what do you mean?" The girl spoke for the first time since they met and Scarlet sighed again, she was turning to a talkative because of this girl.
"Anorexia. You didn't cause my back to ache and you are slim like a broom. You don't eat, right?" Scarlet explained what she meant. The girl looked down and gripped the sheets of the bed as small tears dropped from her eyes.
"You don't understand since you're not the one bullied." She cried. Scarlet just stared blankly at her and sighed for the God knows how many times today. She walked over to the girl and flicked her head with a finger not so gently.
"Ow!"
"Your face is pretty but your mind isn't, now is it? You won't be bullied if you don't want it and I have helped the way I can. If you die of malnutrition, nobody's gonna cry over your grave."
And with that, she walked out to let the girl think about herself. Little did she know that the said girl started developing some feelings for her that day.
S C A R L E T
I still wonder why I danced at that stupid audition. Maybe it's because I wanted to show my skills? I don't dig it. The finals are next week and Bryan has been pestering me to teach him the Vermilion swerve move, which I obviously declined.
Asa arrived rather early today, maybe she wants to cook here today. I stood up from my bed, not like I use it anyway, to go downstairs to open the door but I fell right back.
Shit. They've started acting up again.
I found my way down the stairs to the door, thank God I know this house's layout so I found it easily. "Morn." I greeted and went upstairs to get ready. I know she is shocked by my reaction and greeting today but on my defense, it is difficult not to greet good morning with Logan as my seatmate. He pesters me to greet and nothing I do keeps him away, he's a cockroach!
I felt for my oversized red button down shirt and a pair of jeans and tried to look for my red jordan shoes but it was difficult to find it with me being almost blind. I never told Asa about this but sometimes, my eyes dim out because of my insomnia so I'm practically blind. Today, the symptoms got worse and I couldn't see save for very very dim images.
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