I Wouldn't Change a Thing

Chapter 9

Shalyn ' P. O. V

So after I wake up the next morning, I sit up in the bed. I remember sending Bramdon to Nathan ' house early thins morning, and I remember: the concert is tonight. I stand up and walk to the mirror. Look at me. I'm so ugly.. I mean look at those thighs.. I sigh and then pull on my only pair of black skinny jeans and a long sleeved shirt. I know I look like a hobo, but what else am I supposed to wear? I grab like 30 dollars from my little cabinet that o keep money in, and then walk out the door to Shalyns.

When I get there and knock on the door, she opens it wearing a pair of white high waisted shorts and a one direction tank top. I smile a bit. She looked beautiful. She looks me head to toe and shakes her head.

"No. That won't due. You aren't wearing that." She says. I laugh a bit.

"What's wrong with this?" I ask softly, looking at my outfit.

"You need to get out there. You aren't gonna meet a man if you don't show a little skin.. it'll be fine. You can borrow some of my clothes." She smiles and takes my hand. She let's me change into the clothes, which consisted of a pair of ripped high waisted shorts, a Rolling Stones muscle tee, and I just wore my black converse. She did my make up pretty well, and curled my long blonde hair.  Actually felt kind of pretty for once..

A few hours later we arrive to the arena. The concert doesn't start for another few hours but she wanted to make sure we got our front row seats. I shrug a bit anf put my bag down on the seat. "I need to go to the bathroom.." I say and then sneak off. I go into the bathroom and look down at my thighs. I knew there were scars visable. I bite my lip. How can I hide this? They were small and I knew not many people would notice, but what if someone did?

I look down at my wrists next to see how they look. Scars there too.

"Dammit!" I yell and stomp my foot a bit. I know I was overreacting but I was honestly just super insecure. I head back to the arena after a few more minutes.

Later, it became concert time. They were actually pretty good and I had a great time, but there were still the meet and greets to get through. I groan and walk down the corridor with Shalyn. She was like crying because of how good they were. When she goes into the bathroom to clean herself up I hear footsteps behind me and try to move out of the way. He catches my waist and says softly. "It's okay, beautiful." And then keeps going. This was huge for me, because I'd never been touched like that

by a boy. Or by anyone.