Success, Everything Is Only Matter Of Others Liking You

Chapter Eight

Friday. No! Today is the last day of week when I go to school and I am probably crazy but I like like going to school! There are people who talk to me and maybe even like me, on the other hand at home there is only April for who I am looking forward for. I don't want to spend whole two days in one house with my family. I will probably do the same like yesterday afternoon. Just me and April.

I set my alarm clock for earlier so I could took a shower befor startig my day. I go to the bathtoom and take off the over sized tee shirt and my panties, I like sleeping this way it is really comfortable for me. And just as I am about to get to the shower I notice a bruise on my left hip. I drag my hand accros it and hiss when my fingertips make contact with the purple-blue skin.

I don't remember how I got this bruise. Probably in sleep. I step in the shower and enjoy the hot water.

But just then I remember that I had the bruise on Thursday already. I have it for three days for now and it still isn't gone? I must have hit myself pretty bad, but then I should remember, no?

When I get out of the shower I look at the clock. Shit! I have been in the shower longer than I planned to be.

I decided to go with a Mickey Mouse almost sleevless shirt and a black skirt (A/N pic on the side). I love this style, I love it so much! I would like to be a fashioner once ... I also can't deal with that kind of girls who cloth like me one day and just the next cloth like a raper! It is so irresponsible because clothes are something that you wear and everybody sees it and it also tells them about your personallity. And when somebody clothes every day different style. I just donmt like it.

I eat my breakfast and brush my teeth in record time. I spend some time in bathroom just putting on some mascara, eye liner and red lipstick. Not the agrressive red but a nice shade of red (A/N also on the side).

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"Het Lars!" I smile when I see him leaning against my locker.

"Hey Winter." I don't correct him. I see anger on his handsome face.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" I ask not sure if it isn't my fault. I turn to my locker and open it. I look back at him when he is saying nothing.

His expression is mostly blank but I can still see the anger. "Why didn't you come yesterday?" He stoop so he was facing me directly. "And why didn't you tell me?" He places one of his hands on the locker next to my head. "Do you know how much I was scared?" He places his other hand on next to my head on the other side. i am trapped between him and the locker.

I don't know what to say. "Sorry, but I didn't know either. My mother told me the day befor yesterday afternoon." He closed his eyes and put his hands down.

"Okay, but we donmt want this to happen again, right?" I nod. There is anger no longer on his face. It is replaced by relief. He pulls his phone out if his back pocket and hands it to me. "Give me your number so this never happens again." I typed it in and gave it back to him.

He is so kind and caring. I wanna tell him I just don't know how.

"It is fine to have a friend so kind like you." I say with a smile. He gives mi one back.

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After we exchanged our numbers I Lars led me to the classroom I needed and now it is lunch time. I am waiting for him.

I take the fork and pin the pasta on it. I put it in my mouth and look around for Lars. I take one more bite. And one more. And one more. I circle the fork around the plate and there is nothing left.

I take my things and leave. I have now break, and I planned on spending it with Lars, but probably no. I go to my lacker, maybe he is waiting there, but no.

I take my outdoor shoes and go out (A/N also on the pic on the side). I walk out of school, I have thirty minutes left so why shouldn't I go for a walk?

I don't know it here, Lars promised to show me ...

As I go toward a park I hear screams. It isn't like somebody would be hurt but ... "Goal!" I head in that direction for three minutes until I come to a little football field. I recognize some of my class mates, George, John, Thomas the fat one ... I also notice Tony, but when I look over all of them the most attracts my attention a blond boy in blue jeans and blue-dark green-black-and-white button up shirt. A huge smile on his face. I sit on the bench next to the field and just watch them play football without saying a word.

And it is just five minutes later when the ball flies out of the field and stops just at my feet. I look down at it and then up at him.

He isn't smiling anymore.

"Hey Sum?" Tony shouts from the other side of the field. "Can you kick her the ball?" I stand up and kick it with all my strengh. It lands just two meters away from Tony. He thanks me and the boys continue in thenir game.

I turn back to him and see him looking at me. He nods at a boy who is sitting on the lateral line and they change.

Lars runs up to me. "Uh ... hey. I am sorry I didn't come as we agreed, but George and John dragged me here. I couldn't say no." I nod. My expression totally blank.

"And couldn't you at least send me a message when you have my phone number now?" He scratches the back of his neck.

"I am sorry." He sais and I can hear it in his voice that he really is. "Will you forgive me?" I turn my head at him. "Please?"

I purse my lips. "Do I have any other opinion?" I smile and so he does. "If I want to get to my classes ... then I have no other opinion." I tease him.

He puts his hand on his heart. "No you didn't." I nod. "You didn't just say that, did you?" He is such a drama queen. I laugh at him.

"Lars!" We both turn at Grorge. "Come on you lovey dovey boy. We need you here more than Summer there." Lars gives him a look to do not fun of him.

"Okay sorry I gotta go. I will see you after school, okay?" I nod and smile. He winks at me and runs back to the football field.

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The team of John, Grorge, Tony, Lars and two other boys won.

"Yay!" George cheered. He is like a little kid jupming up and down and just for nothing. I must smile.

Suddenly I felt a pair of arms sneaking around my waist and lifting me in the air. "Lars!" I squeak. "Put me down!" Lars puts me down. He opens his arms and is about to hug me but I back up. "No, Lars don't do it." I back up again. "You are sweating."

"Aw, that hurt. Now come on and hug me." I turn around and run away.

But Lars is faster. Sweating Lars hugs me and soon the rest of the boys add too. "Nooo!" I squeal but they don't listen to me.

Oh God, man tell me - boys and their way of fun.

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Author's Note

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