Prettier In Pink
~Chapter Nine~
By the time the bell rang for fourth period, I was already sure of how I was going through with my suicide plan tonight. When I sat down in my desk, my math teacher had gotten a phone call. "Ainsley? Someone's waiting for you in the office, they're hear to pick you up. Here's a pass, go ahead and get your stuff and I'll see you tomorrow" Mrs. Gomez said , handing me a pass to my locker.
"Thanks," I said, faking a half smile. I took my time walking to my locker, clearing my head of all thoughts, not knowing who was here, at school, to come and pick me up. I was half hoping it'd be my parents, coming to say that they've been on some secret mission for the past few years and they had to fake their death to get away from me. The other half was praying it was Harper. I opened up my locker, and grabbed my bag before closing my locker and walking to the office to await whoever was there for me. I walked in, only to see a guy talking to the woman at the front desk. He turned his head when I walked in and smiled. "Man, Ainsley. Little Ainsley.You grew up a lot. I haven't seen you since you were about five or six. You don't remember me, do you?" He said, grinning."Um, no.. I'm sorry, I really don't..." I said, quietly, kind of embarrassed. He chuckled a bit."It's me, Ethan. We used to be best friends and neighbors until I moved?" "Oh, yeah! That's right! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I didn't realize it was you!"
"It's fine, come on. Let's go, I've got something for you." He waved to the woman at the front desk as we walked out to his car, my heart racing a million miles per hour. God, even ten years later, he still looked beautiful. I couldn't believe I didn't realize it was him. "So, where'd that cut come from?" He said, motioning towards my face. As a reaction, I quickly covered the cut on my face with my hand. "Oh, um.. that?" I said, panicking, "It's just um, you know, from my aunt's cat.. Um, Tillie, yeah, Tillie, the cat." Oh great, he thinks I'm a total freak now. He isn't going to want anything to do with me, I just know it, No, Ainsley, shut up. He's here for a reason, just shut up.
He took my hand off my face and looked at the cut, "Really? That doesn't look like a cat scratch to me.. Why don't you just tell me what really happened? Along with the rest of the scars on your arms and the one on your neck that I can see?"
"Well, it's been hard, I'm not sure if you've heard. But, when I was seven, I lost my parents in a car accident. Ever since, I've lived with my insanely abusive drug crazy aunt, which has been Hell. I have depression, and I just finished therapy for my Anorexia Nervosa, but nothing's stopped the cutting. I'm addicted, and I can't help it. I wish I never would've picked up the blade on that first night, it was such a mistake. But, I didn't know what else to do, so I just let loose. That's when I knew that cutting was my addiction; my only escape."
"Well, Ainsley, you're absolutely beautiful, and nothing's going to change that. I came here today, to pick you up because I needed to tell you something, something important. And, now I really need you to listen, even though this might sound insane, every little word that's about to come out of my mouth is true. So, are you listening?"I drew in a deep breath, then let it out, "Yeah, I am.""Well, Ainsley, ever since we were little and would always play together, I've had a crush on you. When my parents and I moved away, I was heartbroken because I knew it'd be years until I actually got to see you again. And then when I was old enough, and started having girlfriends, I couldn't do it. every single time I looked into another girls eyes, I saw you. I'm crazy about you Ainsley, I love you..."
~Aww! Cute, right? well, I hope you like it; andddd... here's Ethan ! :
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