My hand starts to ache as I write more notes. We're taking a test tomorrow in my history class, and it counts for a large part of our grade.
I look at the clock; only seven more minutes until the hour ends then we'll be free to go home. I look back at the board where the teacher is still writing. I already have written down the gist of it so I don't need to write down anything else.
I shift my focus to Laney who's twirling a piece of gum from her mouth in her hand. Ever since our encounter with Michael and the blond boy at the diner, she's been begging me to go with her to the party even though I had told her no plenty of times.
It's not like I didn't want to go; I do. I like having fun and partying, I just don't like the people I party with. People never really used to pay attention to me until I started going to parties, and there I got hit on and danced with. I knew I was an attractive person, but now the ripped flesh down the side of my face is making me feel . . . ugly. Laney kept reassuring me that I looked beautiful as always, but I don't believe her because she's not the one who has a giant gash on her face.
Along with the scar being a big part of it, I also don't like the kind of people these types of parties attract. The guy who hosts this party always throws bigger parties in which other schools are invited to. To be blunt about it, the kids at the other schools are douches. I mean, there are kids here like that, but not many.
The bell finally rings and I gather my things. Laney is standing next to me as we exit the door, and I listen as she goes on about what she plans on wearing to the party.
"I was thinking of wearing the dark pink dress I own, you know, the one with the crisscross straps? And I also think you should wear the dark blue dress you own, the low cut one?" At this my attention zeros in on her.
"What? No, I already told you I wasn't going." I say quickly trying to keep up with her.
"Mary, babe. It's one thing if I ask you to go, but it's a whole other thing if Michael asks you. You're going." She gives me a stern look silently saying, no buts. "Laney..." I sigh.
"Mary..." She whines, giving me a pout. "Please?" She even bats her eyelashes.
I sigh once more. I really didn't want to go. I don't even care if it was Micael who asked. I don't know him that well, and knowing Laney, she'd leave me alone with him the minute she smelled the booze.
"Laney . . . I don't know. Can I have a little time to think about it? I'm not quite sure I'm in the partying mood lately." I shrug my shoulders as to say, what can I do about it?
It's Laney's turn to sigh now. "Okay . . ." she exclaims, dragging out the okay. "Just let me know before school's over on Friday so we have time to get ready together . . . I miss doing fun things together." She look down at her phone as it dings, indicating she has a new message. Sighing once more, she picks her backpack up off the ground and puts it on her shoulders.
"I have to go now, Karen's waiting for me outside." She spits out her step-mother's name so venomously you'd think Karen had done something unspeakable to Laney, when in reality, all she really did was marry the only person who used to pay Laney attention.
"Ok, I'll talk to you tonight?" I ask, not knowing whether Laney would have her phone with her or not.
"Maybe," She rolls her eyes. "If I 'behave'." She smiles wickedly, then walks out the door, her golden hair swishing behind her.
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Sitting at my desk, I try to concentrate on the flashcards spread out in front of me. My stomach grumbles loudly, telling me that I should probably get something to eat. Walking into the kitchen, I notice a note taped to the counter - something my mother left before going out with my father for the night. Sighing, I snatch the note off of the counter. Even though I knew they were going out tonight, that fact hadn't really seeped in until know. I've had my fair share of dinners by myself, but since almost losing both of their children, I thought my parents would like to spend more time with me.
We won't be back until late, so help yourslef to some takeout - Mom
I read my moms neat writing, before pocketing the money she left on the counter. Before realizing what I am doing, I grab my keys from the holder before I realize that I don't have my car anymore. Swearing, I put the keys back and pull out my phone, dialling the number that I knew by heart.
After ordering my Chinese, I sat down on the couch and turned on to the t.v to some sitcom. After 15 minutes of "humor", I pulled out my phone and decided it as time to text Laney. After 10 minutes without a reply, I came to the conclusion that she must have gotten her phone privaleges taken away again.
The sound of the doorbell ringing, snapped me out of my momentary daze. Grabbing the money out of my pocket I walked to the door. Greeting me with a smile and my delicious smelling food, was Michael Clifford, a maroon cap adorning his messy white locks.
"Here's your food . . . the total is twenty-seven dollars . . ." he teetered off once he realized it was me he was trying to shove the food into the hands of. A grin took way onto his face. "Mary! I didn't realize I was delivering to you."
I smiled while handing him the crumpled money. "Don't they write the customers name on the address slip?" I ask shyly.
He blushes, a pink color staining his cheeks. "Oh, um, yeah, I guess so . . . I don't really check those excpet for the address." He pockets the money, then stands there awkwardly.
I don't want to be rude and shut the door in his face, but I really just want to eat my food then get back to my exciting flashcards. "So, um-" I start awkwardly, but stop when Michael cuts me off.
"So are you still going to the party this Friday?" He looked hopeful, along with bashful since the stains of pink were still adorning his cheeks.
My breath hitches in my throat, not wanting to turn him down. "Uh, well, I'm not sure really. I'm not really into parties that much . . ." I feel bad lying to him, but I don't want to seem mean.
"Oh, well that's not what I remember." He smirks, and I feel blood rush to my cheeks. I know Michael had been at some of the parties I went to, and had seen some of the things I've done, but I didn't think he'd remember, or remember that it was me.
A pained, awkward laugh escaped my mouth, trying to cover up how embarassed I was. "Yeah, well, I'll think about it, how 'bout that?" At this, his grin grows, and he takes a step backwards.
"Well I hope to see you there, Mary." He grins at me once more before turning around and walking to his car. As soon as he drives off, I shut the door and walk back to the couch.
Eating slowly while watching t.v., my mind drifts back to Michael for what seems like the hundreth time today. I don't know why he's suddenly taking an interest in me. Before, we hadn't spoken at all. Maybe a few smiles here and there throughout the years, but other than that, nothing. I don't dwell on it though, considering it's getting late, and I have a test to study for.
After finishing my meal, I retreat back to my room, where I take my flashcards back out and continue to study until my eyes can no longer stay open.
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A/N Sorry I haven't bee updating . . . but I updated now!!!! I'll try to update more frequently though! Xx -M
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Scars || m.c AU
Fanfiction"She shouldn't be alive, you know?" "I know, but she's a fighter; not a lover." ------------------------------------------------ A story in which a girl who has endured too much, falls for a boy just trying to make everything right.
