The things i don't want to remember

chapter 3

chapter 3

I stared down at Solange, as she walked towards me flipping her pastel green hair. She's an avid lover of hair dyes, that was the first thing i knew about her. "So, what do you think?" she asked, her eyes fluttery with excitement. I gave her a weak smile and a nod. She tilted her head to the left and inhaled a deep breath. "Look, I know Thomas had banned us from seeing each other but can we like go out for lunch tomorrow?" she asked, scowling at Thomas' name. I let out a hearty laugh and let my eyes linger around. I couldn't bear to look at her. She was Solange, my best friend since High school. She is very tall, with pale skin and blue eyes. Her brunette hair was often in tangles because she hated brushing her long locks. She also keeps changing her hair colour, with an obsession with ombres. If I wasn't gay I swear she'd be my girlfriend. I quickly smiled when I realised i had not answered her question. I held her shoulders and bore straight into her eyes, "Thomas will never get in the way of our friendship, lanny, I promised that. We'll go out whenever we want, whereve-"

"and then you go home, he's there with a knife and hurt you, again? I don't want to risk that. I love hanging out with you babe, but I love you more. I cannot see you get hurt anymore." she replied, sorrow filling her eyes.

I pulled her into a bear hug and she giggled like a child. "I'll pick you up at ten tomorrow. The whole day is dedicated to us!" I exclaimed as I placed her down.

She gave me a stern look, "No way. I asked you out, I pick you up. I'll pick you up at ten and we'll go get breakfast at your favourite place!" she almost screamed in excitement. It was a long time since we last hung out.

"Check you out, hottie!" a girl from nowhere appeared and smiled at us.

"uh, back off, he is mine!" solange sent her famous death glare. The girl tousled her hair and walked off, still plastering a cheesy smile on her pretty face. We both laughed and my eyes settled at the skin on her neck. There were scars, a lot of them. I wad about to say something when she hugged me once again. "Thomas is here. I'll see you tomorrow, hogan." Hogan was her nickname for me, simply because 'Logan' was too close to 'hogan' and hulk hogan was our favourite wrestler.

high school

in high school Solange was constantly tormented. Dead rats in her gym locker, death threats notes in her lockers and books, name calling and a lot more. Usually people around her would throw her a sympathy look, never once going up to help. Once I saw her being dragged to the back of the school, and she was beaten by a group of thugs. "You...leak....name...got it?" was all i caught. When they continued kicking into her stomach I ran towards them and shouted for them to back off. One of them looked up to me and quickly pulled the others with him, slowly backing away from the scene, breaking into a run.

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