SCARLET'S REBIRTH

White Mask

Some people pretend they're strong but they're broken inside
_Simram Karla

Ivan

The breeze passed through the tree outside the classroom building causing the branches to occasionally brush against the wall. It was the last period; Spanish and Ms. Gonzalez was the last person you would want to teach you Spanish.

She was an old woman in her fifties with cropped hair and wrinkles all over. I had never seen her smile, she always wore dark-colored dresses and was the meanest person you could ever meet. Nobody liked her. She liked no one.

I tapped my pen on the desk to the ticking of the clock. Tick tock tick tock. I couldn't wait for the bell.
I was in a hurry I had to see her. I had to make sure she was okay.

School had not really been my thing for a while. Don't get it all wrong I wasn't the dumbest student in class; I was not the best either.

I was regarded as the school's jock and jerk alongside my friends. I was mean to people I necessarily didn't want to be mean to. It was just a past time and a major distraction. It was a couple of months before I would eventually leave this school and of course this city.

My dad had promised to pay my tuition fees and see me through college. To hell with such promises. The only thing I ever wanted from him was to be my dad. A role he never played completely. I didn't need his money. He had done enough.

I rubbed my eyes. I was completely stressed last night. She was back and all I wanted to do was to be there for her. Something he couldn't do.

BHS had always been my major distraction from the drama that went on in my life. No one ever knew what I faced nor my problems. I always appeared to be worry-free. Living a beautiful stress-free and carefree life. Playing the role everyone expected of me.

I was the life of the party. Every boy wanted to hang out with me and I was every girl's dream. The thought of this part made me smirk. Yes, it wasn't news that all the girls in BHS fantasized about being with me and all other naughty things girls think of doing with hot guys.

I never had the stress of getting a booty call. They always made themselves available. How cheap. When you went out with them more than once they would begin to stick to you and parade themselves as your girlfriend.

I have never asked a girl out. I didn't need a girlfriend. I could get any girl I wanted anytime. Who needs one?

There were a lot of girls who had come close to being one however I didn't do stereotypical.

There was Sophia. She was too fake. Fake tan, fake boobs, fake blond, even a rumored nose job. She was a typical upper east social climber.

We went out a couple of times. She was a good company till she went around claiming I was her boyfriend. I got bored and that was it. She doesn't look me in the eye anymore and we both pretend it never happened.

Next was Ava. She was a stereotypical blond only she was intelligent. Not that all blonds were dummies. I was just saying.

She had class, her parents were pretty rich, she was so pretty and was the talk of the entire school. Everyone thought we were an item because she was always around me and attended every social event with me. She was pretty good and matched my social status; however, I was not born to be someone's dog. She was too demanding and controlling. She didn't need a boyfriend. That girl needed a slave.