He looked down at me with those emerald green eyes, staring into my own.
"Just be you Chloe, no need to be anyone else but yourself." He said.
I looked up at him, my eyes glazed with tears waiting to fall. I held them in as much as I could. He placed his thumb under my eyes, gently sweeping them across to the other side, wiping away the salty drops forming. He leaned in and kissed me softly on the tip of my nose and put his forehead against mine. We stood like that for what seemed like an eternity. I smiled softly to myself. He ran his fingers down my arm until he reached my hand. He flipped it over and placed soft kisses in my palm. My sleeve uncovered my wounds slightly, and I pulled away as fast as I could before he saw them. He stared down at me confused, then grabbed my arm again. He flipped it over again, and slowly revealed each scar one by one. The hurt in his eyes I could never forget. He lifted my arm and started to kiss each one slowly and softly, as he whispered I love you with each kiss. I felt my tears falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. I couldn't hold them in anymore, I just let them go to their own will. He looked up into my eyes again, pulled me into his warm embrace, and slowly started to lean in, his eyes staring at my lips. I felt his warm breath wash over my face. This, this right here felt like home. And their he was so close to kissing me. I pulled my face up to his as he brought his down to mine. Our lips were so close, I could smell his cologne and -
"DO Do DO DO doooooooooooo!" played the trumpet.
My body jolted upwards, trying to catch my breath. I looked over to see my annoying little brother there with his trumpet.
"KEVIN! Im going to kill you, you little brat!" I jumped out of bed, dragging the sheets to the ground, as I stumbled to go after him.
He looked up at me with horror slapped on his face, and he rushed out my bedroom door.
"COME BACK HERE KEVIN! YOU'RE SO DEAD!" I screamed.
I chased him out, but he was too fast for me.
"Chloe! Get down here right now!" I heard my mother yell.
Oh boy, this won't end good.
I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, only to find my mom sitting at the counter, with an envelope and a piece of paper in her hand. Uh-oh, this isn't good.
"Do you mind telling me why the only letters I see on this piece of paper is D's and F's Chloe Savannah Stone?"
She used my full name, oh great. What she's referring too is my report card if you haven't yet clued in.
"I'm sorry mom, I just can't seem to focus." I pulled my sleeves down hoping she wouldn't see my scars.
"Chloe, how are you going to be able to get into a good college or even graduate for that matter if all your grades are looking like this? You used to do so well in school, what the hell happened?"
I twitched as the horror hit my mind. Just the thought of that year made me cringe.
"I'll try harder mom. I will, I promise."
"Yes, you will. And in the mean time, look what came in the mail."
She placed the envelope infront of me. It couldn't be! Oh but it could be! Oh dear lord, this is it! I opened up the envelope and saw the tickets laying there.
"OH MY GOD THEY CAME!" I screamed!
I felt them being pulled out of my hands. I looked up with shock as I stared at my mother.
"You are not going to that concert unless your grades go up to a B+ Chloe, and I mean that."
"Mom! You can't do this to me! I NEED to go see them Mom, I need too!"
I felt the tears hit my eyes, but I faught them back. I couldn't let her see me this weak.
"Well Chloe, if you really want to see them, then you will try hard enough in school to go see them. Got it?" I slowly nodded my head as I headed upstairs to get dressed.
I dragged my feet with each step I took. Why did she have to go and ruin my morning like that? Or for that matter, my whole life. This was going to be a long day. I walked over to my closet to find something to wear. I pulled out my black long sleeve shirt and my ripped jeans. As I pulled my pajama off, I stared down at the battle wounds on the arms. I traced my fingers on them gently, wincing at the memory they represented. I shivered at the thought of it. I pulled my shirt on, and tugged the sleeves down. I combed my hair quickly, and put it in a pony tail. I tossed my bag over my shoulder, and headed out the door.
"Bye mom!" I shouted.
"Bye honey! Make good choices!" she shouted back.
I walked out the door and into the mortal world. Oh how I dreaded going to school. Each and every day I walked through those hallways, everyone stared at me and shouted names at me. I would walk with my head down, my sleeves pulled down and stared at the floor until I reached my locker. I opened up my locker, staring into the back, hoping there was some secret door so that I could escape this hell hole. Who am I kidding... this isn't Halloweentown Chloe. Just grab your books and get to class and ignore everyone. Damn, my conscience can sometimes be a total bitch. Every single time I walk into class I feel everyone always seems to stare at me.
"I heard she never wears any other clothes but those ratty long sleeves"
"What is she hiding?"
"What a loser"
"Is she homeless?"
Those were the exact words I had to listen to every time I walked into class.
I headed towards the back corner where my seat was, and burried my face into my sleeves. Can this day just end already? I placed my head on the desk and shut my eyes.
"Okay class, settle down, settle down. Class is starting so I want everyones attention."
Oh there he was. He was just so beautiful and dreamy and seductive yet so innocent. Yes, I am talking about my teacher. Mr. Chase.
"Listen up guys, I have an annoucement. We're going on a field trip. Now not just any kind of field trip, but a trip to Europe! How does that sound?" He asked.
The class erupted in cheers as they shared their excitement. I on the other hand was scared to death.
"The date we leave is on the 1st of June! Mark it on your calendars everyone!"
I jolted upwards as soon as I heard the date. June 1st?! Is this man crazy? That's the date after the One Direction concert. There is no way I am missing that concert for Europe, nope never. Mom won't let me go to both, are you kidding me?
"Ey yo Mr. C! Where we goin' in Europe?" asked Derrek.
Derrek was one of those popular jocks with no brain or proper grammar implanted in him. The only thing he had going for him was his looks and his "charm" as he likes to call it. I on the other hand like to call it complete bullshit, but that's just me.
"Well Derrek, how does England, Turkey and Italy sound to you?" Answered Mr. Chase.
More cheers erupted around the classroom. Did he just say England? As in One Direction England? Or am I just dreaming this? No no, I am going to see them in concert first. Oh but they go back to England that night. What if I get to see them there? But the concert Im guaranteed to see them. Hmm, this is going to be harder than I thought.
