Spark's POV
"What's your real name?" Skye asked. I was caught off guard by the question. She hadn't spoken much in the last few days, but I guess she had wondered to the part of her thoughts that she didn't have answers to. "What?"
"I mean, did your parents really name you Spark?"
"Well sure. I mean. I don't know." I didn't want to tell her. She frowned, obviously displeased with my answer.
"Well... what were your parents like?" I groaned.
"Well. My mom was an accountant and my father worked in construction." I don't like talking about them.
"What happened to them...?" She asked carefully.
"What is this, 20 Questions or something?!" I snapped and instantly regretted it as she put her hands up in surrender.
"Fine, fine," she said, walking away.
Great. Now I've pissed her off. I didn't want to push her away, but I didn't want her to know something like this right after her brother passed away.
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Skye's POV
I trudged over to Spark at lunch and sat in the empty seat beside him. We sat through most of lunch without speaking.
"Meet me in the old chemistry lab during your study hall period," he whispered and disapeared.
During study hall I sneaked into the old chemistry lab. Students weren't allowed here anymore because of a freak accident a few years ago that resulted in the death of three students. I sat against the wall and waited for my boyfriend to meet me.
"Oh, you came," Spark smiled and I nodded.
"Okay, so you wanted to know my name?" He began. I nodded.
"Well, my mom died when I was five...well...my dad killed her. Or- I mean, he drove her to kill herself," he stumbled over his words, "He used to use her as a punching bag. When she hung herself, he accused me for driving his wife to insanity. She did it because he wouldn't let her leave him. She left the only way she knew how..." he stated sadly.
"Then he started beating me, and continued to abuse me until I ran away using a fake ID to rent out my apartment."
My eyes welled up with tears when I imagined a young Spark being beaten by a drunk careless father. My story was similar, but my mother had died on her way to pick me up from my friends house. She was hit head on my a drunk driver. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, catching him off guard.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, "I know what you've been through. I went through the same thing, but you already know that."
He shook his head, "Yeah, but I don't want sympathy."
We began walking back to class, when he turned to me and said, "Samuel."
"What?"
"My real name. It's Samuel," I grinned and hugged him again.
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"I....love.....food..." I exclaimed while stuffing my face with chips. Spark laughed at my idiocracy. Tonight was the night for us to go out on our first official date.
"Okay, now go somewhere so I can get ready for tonight," I said, shooing him away. He laughed, shaking his head, and headed to the park to wait for my call.
I started off with my outfit, a black dressy shirt, black skinny jeans, topped off with my purple Vans. The outfit was a bit too plain for my liking, but it was a first date, and I had no idea where we were going or what to expect.
