Outcasts~ m.c

//Chapter Three//

One good thing that comes out of makeup is that you can cover things up. Most girls at school use it to enhance their face, all I use it for is to hide scratches and bruises.

Over the past few years my makeup skills have improved heavily. I don’t ever leave the house without concealing the marks on my cheeks and chin. I fear that someone might see, ask a million questions and probably end up taking my dad away. There is one thing I don’t like more than living here, and that’s not having a place to live at all.

After I’m done getting myself ready I head into the kitchen and see if I can put together whatever was left from last night’s dinner. When I get down, I see my dad sprawled out on the chair where I left him last night. The plate that crashed to the floor still where it fell. Quickly and quietly, trying not to wake him I sweep the broken pieces and throw them out. I grab my lunch, my headphones and keys and head to the bus stop.

I get to school at 8:30am, the same time as I do every single day. When I had gotten on the bus I half expected to see Michael come on, and when he didn’t I was somewhat disappointed.

I grabbed my book from my locker and headed down to the library to read before class. When I got there it was closed. Great I thought to myself. The only other place that I could go and sit was on the bench I sit at, at lunch. Making a decision, all though probably not a great one, I headed outside to my nice and lonesome bench.

I sit down, read my book and listen to my music until I feel someone lingering over me. Cautiously looking up, I shield my eyes from the sun that just peaked through the clouds. My eyes were met by a head of red hair.

“Hi” Michael said sitting down beside me. I smiled lightly at him moving over so he had more room to spread his long legs.

“Hello” I say quietly turning back to my book, expecting him to not talk to me.

“What are ya reading?” He asks making me break off from the paragraph I was currently on.

“Just a book.” I reply.

“Yeah I can see that, “ I hear the smile in his voice and I move my lips up ever so slightly. “What’s it about?”

“Just a typical girl book.” I say shrugging and hoping he doesn’t ask me any more questions.

“Sweet.” He says leaning back on the bench and closing his eyes. While he does that I take this as my opportunity to look at him more closely.  He has broad shoulders, but they aren’t too broad. He has quite an interesting tattoo on his right arm, just two black bands, which in a weird way look really good. On his middle finger an X and on his thumb an anchor. From seeing him yesterday he seemed like he would be quite closed off. He was quiet and didn’t really say much. That might just be from it being his first day though. If I wasn’t so awkward with people and people weren’t so awkward with me I would really like to get to to know him. However, I know that is never going to happen.

Quickly putting my headphones away and grabbing my things I begin to get off the bench knowing that the bell is going to ring any second. Michael opens his eyes to see what I’m doing. He’s about to say something, when I sling my bag over my shoulder.

“What happened to your arm?” He asks sounding really concerned. Suddenly aware of my surroundings, I pull my sleeves closer to my wrist.

“Uh, nothing don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, okay” he says back sounding confused. “Where are you going?” He asks.

“The bell is going to ri-“ I don’t even get to finish my sentence when the first bell for class rings. I start to walk away towards the door and when I get there I see a hand pull it open.

“What Sammie.” He says.

“Yes?” I question.

“I am already so lost, could you please walk me to my class. I have no idea where I’m going.”

“Yeah sure, what class do you have?” He pulls his schedule out of his pocket and flattens the crinkled corners out on his leg before looking for his class.

“Um, math in room 137” he says.

“Sure, that’s on my way anyway” I say quietly. He smiles and begins to follow me towards his class.

When we get there, I let him know that this is where his class is and told him and easy way to get to his next period class.

“Thank you Sammie” He says smiling.

“Sure” I say returning the gesture.

I turn on my heels and begin walking to my own class not even realizing I’m smiling until my cheeks are numb.

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The rest of the day before lunch is spent in classes listening to lectures and writing down notes. I don’t mind though, every one else always complains about having to copy things from the board, but by doing these things I can occupy my mind. And I absolutely love it when my mind is occupied.

Lunch finally rolls around and I am more than happy to have somewhat of a decent lunch today. I get outside and start heading towards my regular choice of seating, but just when I turn the corner I see one of the school’s power couples, Liv and Ashton, making out on it. Sighing to myself, angrier that I don’t know where to sit now, I attempt to find and empty table out of the view of most people.

I pull out my spaghetti and begin eating while continuing to read from where I left off this morning. As the lunch period goes by I hope to myself that maybe Michael is on this lunch too.

I have never hoped that anyone would come and sit beside me, but something about him was soothing, calming even. He didn’t ask a bunch of questions and when he did ask questions, if I didn’t answer he wouldn’t push. Seems like the perfect friend. Too bad I don’t have any friends.

Last period however I know I’m going to see him. Is it weird to be excited to see him? I don’t talk too much and when I do I speak quiet. I don’t know there is just something about his presence. It’s nice.

I get to class early and Michael is already sitting in his seat beside mine. He looks like he just finished chewing something. I take my seat and smile at him, he returning the smile right back to me.

I ignore the fact that Michael probably ate his lunch in here, not wanting to ask in case I was really wrong. There is no need to make things awkward; we hardly talk much as it is.

The end of the day comes far too quickly and before I know it, it’s time to pack up and head home to God knows what’s waiting for me.

A/N 

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next chapter you find out about Michael!