Spark POV
The next day, Skye was fully awake and fine.. besides her sustained injuries. She was in a good mood so far, but we hadn't gotten to school yet so I have a feeling things may go haywire. I don't think she realizes I love her. If she does, she's fantastic at hiding it.
*skye pov*
That morning, I was fully recovered and the memories had come swarming back unfortunately. School time now, that's always a party. But today I have to face Emmerett, his friends, and the whole school. Everyone gets to see my black and blue face. Of course, when we arrived, people were pointing and whispering, and more then usual. Amazing, right? My hands balled into fists and I held my breath on my way to my locker.
"Hey, emo faggot, what happened to your face?" Emmerett asked, smirking. "Hey Boys!!" Spark called in a high pitched imitation of a girl. Laughing, I shoved passed Emmerett and was on my way. Spark walked me to my first class, math. "Good luck," he winked as he dropped me off. "Yeah, I'll need it." I muttered to myself as I trudged into the classroom. My dark clothes and scarred body attracted strange looks usually, but today I had blue skinny jeans and a white Asking Alexandria shirt.
Math was uneventful, besides the football team pegging me with paper balls all class. Spark was thankfully in my next class, social studies. After that class was time to go to lunch.
"As I was saying yesterday," Spark began on our way through the halls, "There's that dance/buffet/karaoke at that diner this weekend and you have to bring a date, so I was wondering if you wanted to go as my date..?" He asked timidly. I jumped up and agreed immediately and hugging him.
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I walked into the lunch room unaware of what I was walking into as I sat at a random table in the corner of the room. "EW! That goth ugly girl is sitting at OUR table!" A bleached blonde bitch screeched annoyingly. She was decked out in all pink apparel and her fake blonde hair was perfectly straightened. I didn't know how those girls managed to straighten their hair everyday, all I do is brush mine after a shower. My hair is so thick that it takes up to two hours to straighten/curl it.
Lance, one of Emmerett's buddies, grabbed my black locks and dragged me onto the floor. He swiped my tray of mashed potatoes and corn onto my nice neon blue skinnys. Spark scurried over and heplped me to my feet, brushing the food off of me. At the same time he gave Lance a menacing glare. I walked with Spark out of the room, rubbing my sore scalp. "You okay?" he asked. I nodded, but ended up wincing at the headache it brought on. "Lets ditch." he suggested. I agreed and sped off to the park.
"So," Spark said sadly, hugging me to him tightly. "So, what?" I asked. He sighed, "I don't know, that's the upsetting part. I don't know what to do to make them stop hurting you, Skye. You mean a lot to me," he said, leaning closer to me. I leaned in as well until I was so close that if I moved an inch I'd be kissing him.
A throat cleared behind us and we shot apart, seeing my father standing there. I sat, frozen in the spot. "What are YOU doing here?" I spat venomously. He stood there in a cool looking black trench coat, a look of pure hatred written obviously on his face. "My dear, darling daughter. Your time has come, I'm going to put you six feet under," He grinned psychotically. His eyes twinkled with insanity.
"Sir, I think you need to calm down," Spark calmly suggested. My father only laughed maniacally, pulling a gun from behind his back and slowly advancing on us. His plain bazaar outburst didn't particularly surprise me, but rather the fact that he would threaten to kill his only daughter. Oh wait, no that didn't really surprise me either. Spark stepped protectively in front of me. "You won't touch her." He firmly demanded.
Suddenly, my dad whacked Spark with the base of the gun, knocking him to the ground with a bang.
