Beautiful People

Two: When have you ever cared?

I still go to North Wilkin Academy. It's a pretty pricey school but I had a scholarship.

Thank God.

The next morning, I dressed myself in a light pink tank top and a light grey off-shoulder long sweater that went to my butt. I put on darker grey leggings and my favourite brown short boots. Quinn would have said, "Kay, it's the middle of summer. What are you wearing?!" but I choose to ignore her reasonable advice.

I have light skin slightly darker than the colour of honey, wide eyes the colour of a midnight black and curly black hair that went to my waist. I decided to never let my hair down a couple years ago, so I braided it and made it into a bottom bun.

I don't have a car. That is something the kids at my school can't relate to. It may sound off but I was the only kid my age at school who could say that. The school doesn't offer bus services for seniors so I have to take the bus to the post office and walk a bit further to school. Quinn used to give me rides even though she didn't live in my building.

I always get to school early. Probably because I don't really sleep that much.

I arrived and went to my locker. It was the start of a new semester. A new kid would soon take Quinn's locker. Quinn used to have friends but then they dumped her when she attended the weird nerd's (me) parents' funeral. But she was there for me all the way after that. Especially since her brother died of cancer the month before too.

I'll miss her, although we were still a bit different. While I hid my real self in loose clothing, she wore dresses everyday. I don't think I ever saw her in pants at all in high school. She always said her legs were worthy of publicity. She was so confident of her beauty where I wasn't and compared myself to her.

She always tried to convince me I was beautiful too but my belief was short lived.

Oh, Quinn. I need you.

Suddenly, a football flew towards me and someone yelled, "Watch Out!"

Too effing late.

It hit my eye and caused me to bit my lip.

Okay. Who the f*** did that?!

"Whoa, I didn't know the nerd had a voice, let alone to swear at me," a tall, six packed, blonde guy said to me.

Crud, I said that out loud.

"Ohhh!" yelled another guy with brown hair and green eyes. Just as hot as the first guy. I eye-rolled the football players but it only made my eye ache even more. Man, I'm glad I don't play football, that was a hard throw.

I flinched and hissed. It hurt so much. I'm sure it was soon swelling.

Then a third guy came. He had light toffee coloured skin,jet black hair neatly cut, brown eyes and an eight pack visible through his grey tight fitting shirt. He was the hottest of the three walking bottle stores. And his name was Cyrus.

He shoved the first guy aside, not too hard though.

"Don't be such an a**hole, Damien," said Cyrus . "You too, Brice."

He bent on one knee to wear I was sitting on the floor.

"Don't mind those two idiots," then he smiled the most mesmerizing smile I had seen in a long time. I locked eyes with him for a moment and felt a rush like popping candy go from my throat to my stomach. I quickly looked away and focused on the floor. He let out a sigh at my rejection.

He reached out to touch my cut lip, but went to my probably purple eye instead. His soft finger brushed the bruise and I winced.

Why are you acting so vulnerable?! He is the same a** who rejected you in grade school and high school!

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry too. I didn't know Cyrus had a thing for weirdos," the first guy, Damien , said.

Cyrus just eye-rolled him.

"You need to go to the nurse," Cyrus said.
"I'm fine," I confirmed, finally finding my voice. And my confidence not to let him gain my trust ever again.

I abruptly stood up, and pushed him away from me. He was taken a back but didn't fall backwards like I hoped.

"No you're not," he said as I started to leave.

Then I snapped.

I walked back to him and looked him in the eye furiously.

"Damn right, I'm not. But tell me, when have you ever cared?"

When I got no answer, I said, "I thought so. You're just like them, Cyrus. No better."

Then I picked out my books and stomped away from the hollering jocks, calling that a 'sick burn'. Away from that heartless son of a.....

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