A Little Bit Tougher

chapter 4: Wesley

My alarm clock buzzed loudly in my ear, causing me to tumble on the floor.
Shit! I was 20 minutes late. I quickly rushed to the shower and hopped in, letting the warm water rush over my tense skin for 5 minutes before rushing out and crambling for clothes, deciding on a black t-shirt and jeans.
I almost walked out of my room without my stuff for the next couple weeks. I didn't want to run into an awkward situation with my brother today.
Stopping in the kitchen for coffee I headed out of the house and towards my beauty, a 73' dodge charger. She was my life. I loved her. She was gorgeous. Black, shiny, and she ran like she was running away from hell. After my brother left, I turned to racing. It gave me the adrenaline rush I loved. The coursing through your veins that you can feel. That pummels every other emotion. That gives me a natural high better than any drug.
My baby purred as I turned the ignition over and pulled out of the drive way. There was a slight hum in the parking lot, everybody was crowding and staring at something. After pulling in, I walked over to one of my few friends, Eli.
"What's going on?" He looked over his shoulder at me before turning back to whatever the spectacle was.
"Oh, man. There's a new kid and they've got a beast of a car." He said, his big green eyes wide and shaking his head. Eli was a big kid. He had blonde hair that curled around the side and big muscles that intimidated other people a lot. But he never used them. He was a racer like me. That's how we met. I had to step on my tippy toes to see over him. I was tall, but not that tall.
A sleek, raven colored 89' mustang, with original fenders and what I presume is the original engine. No body was anywhere near the car, but a few street rats and regular adrenaline junkies mingled around, inspecting the car. I had an unfamiliar urge to cover it.
I whistled under my breathe and Eli nodded. My feet shuffled over to the other side of it and took in the beautiful fenders. I suddenly recognized the car as the one that pulled out of my dad's parking lot yesterday. "Who's car is this?" I asked Eli, bary looking at him.
"Hell, I don't know. But if you figure it out, let me know, cause I gotta talk to him" I nodded in agreement and stood up to go to class. Eli relunctantly followed me. He started a conversation about science homework but I only responded numbly with nods and mumbles. My thoughts where to preoccupied for science. Eli sat next to me in Mrs. Marks homeroom. We shared three out of the seven classes and we sat next to eachother in each one. After a couple of minutes of fiddling with a piece from my brothers old, wrecked car and listening to Eli patter on the teacher came in. I had been trying to fix it for some time because it was a really pretty car but smashed beyond belief. A 65' corvette, I mean, who has the indecency to ruin a 65' corvette? Well, je was a screwed up kid I guess.
A nock on the front door pulled me out of my reverie. The corner was blocking my view of whoever had nocked but Mrs. Marks seemed to know who it was.
"Class!" She shouted to get our attention. "We've got a new student." She hesitated slightly, as though she were cautious we would blow a gasket. Mrs. Marks stepped aside letting the new kid through.
Her black hair cascaded in loose curls around her slim shoulders. She was wearing a black blouse with a leather jacket over it and skinny jeans. Her feet where covered in a pair of converse sneakers. I shifted back up to her face and had to fight to keep my breathing normal. She had bright blue eyes, the color of the ocean. Her sharp features where softened slightly by the black hair and the light freckles across her face helped slightly to distract from the blaring scars.
From what I could tell, there where 4 thin white and red lines. I'm almost positive no one else saw them because they all looked bored out of their minds. One started at the top of her temple and dragged down across her eyebrow. Another one started at the bottom of her temple and traveled down her cheek bone and along the bottom of her chin. One started behind her ear and down her jaw line. The last one, long and jagged, started at the base of her throat and ended under her jacket somewhere. Her collar bone stood out more prominently than natural because of the scar.
She had tried to cover them in a couple of different ways. Her hair layed infront of the ones that crossed her temple but from the angle I was at, I was just able to see underneath it.
The teacher told her to sit down. She pointed to a seat near the back. She hoisted her bag up her shoulder a little more before she traveled down the aisle to my right. She plopped in the empty seat right next to mine

Ooooooh, that... kinda... sucked. I'm so sorry if its fucked up. My computer crashed so I'm using my tablet, which means that I can't edit very well soooo, unedited. Srry! :(