Fly Me To The Moon ...
By
BrokenWings_
-----CHAPTER
1-----
-----TWELVE YEARS
AGO-----
"Holycrapholycrapholycrapholycrap...!"
Tracy gripped my arm so hard it hurt.
"Eeeehhh!!" She let out a kind of strangled
excited squeal over the littlest of things. "I'm
about. To. DIE!! Mark said I was funny! Did you see that? Did
you see that? Ohhhhh my gosh! I'm about. To die! It's
like the first time a guy's actually shown any interest in
me!" I looked over to my left to my other friend, Briar,
and we exchanged dubious glances.
Tracy has dated so many guys, we'd lost count, and she
couldn't even remember her first boyfriend. In so many
ways, i was extremely jealous of her. She was beautiful,
sweet, fun-loving, vivacious--why wouldn't guys show
interest in her? I was the one who no one paid any
attention to. I was the shy one. "Ohhhh my gosh!
I'm about to die!!"
"Tracy, you've died like fifty times already!"
Carla, on Tracy's other side said dryly.
Tracy giggled. "I know, i know! just--oh mygosh! This
guy's not a d*****bag, and
he's not mean, or a player or anything...he's
different."
Finally! Although...that's always what Tracy
thought. until they broke her heart and proved her wrong. I
smiled. "I'm glad, Tracy." She beamed at me.
She opened her mouth to speak and--RIINGG! The bell. We were
officially late to class. "Ugh..." She muttered.
"I'm gonna be soo late to class! See ya at lunch
girls!" And our little group dissolved as we ran off into
different directions.
Crap. My next period teacher, Mr. Canfield, hated my guts. I
don't know why--but he just did. I started walking faster,
sliding through the halls like an expert, watching my feet go
backwards, forwards, backwards, forwards and--
"Oof!!"
In a flash i fell to the ground and my books tumbled down all
around me, and i barely had time to take it all in.
"I-I'm so sorry," I stuttered, gathering up loose
paper, not bothering to look at who i had collided with. I run
through the halls with my head down. The world
doesn't deserve looking at something as ugly as
me. So i guess i deserved the mess...
I reached out blindly to my left for more papers when something
warm came into contact with my fingers--a hand.
I looked up.
My eyes widened. There, on the ground next to me, was a guy.
And not just any guy...a hot guy. And i made him fall. i made a
hot guy fall. Ohh...and he was probably popular, too. Even if
he was one of the nice ones, he'd tell his mean friends,
and they'd just use it as an excuse to make me
miserable. And they'd never stop bullying
me or dummy-locking me or stealing my possessions--even though
I was friends with Tracy "Hot Stuff" Myers.
"No, no! I'm sorry!" He said. I was
shocked. His voice was so gracious and sincere.
Then I realized he was helping me pick up
my papers.
"I should've looked where i was going." He said
simply.
"Oh! No, no, it's okay, it's fine!" We rose
simultaneously. He handed me my papers. "Thanks," I
looked at him properly for the first time.
And gasped.
His eyes...they...they were startling.
I've never seen eyes like that before in my whole
entire life... A cool, calming chrome green, with
fiery amber specks. But there was something
else...something i couldn't quite
place. He was frowning.
I followed the gaze of his intense eyes. To my wrists. Oh
gosh...my bracelets slipped. He was staring at
my scars. My cuts. My souvenirs of all my lonely
nights when i couldn't tell my friends a thing, so I just
bled. And bled. And bled. I gulped. He
looked me straight in the eyes, and i almost died.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"I-I really gotta get going...!" I turned, but he
grabbed my arm.
"What's your name?"
"A-Amber..."
"Amber..." His grip on my arm, so foreign, lessened
and his hand traveled down to my wrist. His thumb traced my
scars. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a red sharpie.
I watched him wide-eyed, like prey eying its predator, knowing
its doom beforehand, knowing all hope was lost.
But i didn't know my doom. Not
yet.
He uncapped it, and put the cool tip to my arm. I closed my
eyes and flinched. Then looked back down. It was a heart.
Just a heart. He drew a heart on my wrist... I looked at
him curiously. "If you cut," He said kindly.
"You'll cut my heart. You wouldn't want to
break my heart, would you?"
The question took me completely by surprise. I hoped on not
ever breaking anyone's heart. Slowly, I shook my head
no.
"Then promise me you won't cut those wrists of yours
again."
"I-I...uh..."
"Amber. Promise." His voice was admirably steadfast.
I gave up.
"I-I
promise."
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