Forgive me

Him. All I could think about was him. The way he laughed, the way his eyes had that sparkle in the corner and the way he talked. Everything about him was perfect. Prefect body, perfect face, perfect smile. What more do you want? He has everything. But he could hide his feelings perfectly. On the outside he was harsh didn’t let anyone come close, close to the real him. He hid his feelings in tattoos. Every tattoo had a meaning, a meaning no one knew except for him. He was broken, lost and angry. But he hid it and no one ever noticed the real him. Except Autumn. Autumn, captain of the cheerleader squad and better grades than most of her friends. How did these two even know each other? The punk and the cheerleader captain? Different like day and night.