Rewritten!

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Thursday

I am a total wreck.

I thought, looking at the image on the mirror in front of me. My brown eyes were red and puffy due to excessive crying with eye bags due to sleep deprivation. My skin looked pale, my pink lips were chapped and dry. My greasy hair was not less than a birds nest. My initial olive skin now looked pale. Overall a lifeless body was staring back at me.

They were right about one thing. I was ugly.

I rubbed the bruise on my wrist. I thought about yesterday. Then came the damned memories of past, good and bad. The pleasant memories of a boys smile, cheers, laughter, frowns, pouts, grins, hugs...kisses. The daunting memories of how this all started and what they all have done that changed me into who I am right now. A broken girl. A withered Daisy.

I opened my wardrobe and took any clothes without giving it a thought. I slipped into my grey full sleeved plain t-shirt and denim jeans.

I looked at the mirror all I could see was the stranger staring back at me. Hunching I trudged down to my bicycle after taking my bag. I rode my cycle to my stupid school. My stomach tightened with knots when the school came into my view. Another day in... hell.

After taking a deep breath building up courage, I entered the building.
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I was waiting.

I was waiting for the shoves, the pushes, the touches, the hits, I was waiting for the verbal abuses thrown at me. Whenever they say nasty things about me I feel like a knife getting stabbed in my guts. The verbal abuse was no less than physical abuse. I was waiting for deadly glares, cringes, hateful gazes, disgusted looks, leering gazes that are thrown at my way, but it never came.

This was awry.

When I entered the school everybody was looking or rather staring at the direction of my locker. I wonder why? Maybe again my locker was broken by someone and my books might be drenched in some type of liquids or maybe they were shredded into pieces by someone.

My nose started to run and my eyes were filled with tears.

How will I buy new books again? I don't have enough money and I cannot ask my dad. If I ask him, he will come to know....and I don't want that.

I went in the way of my locker. Due to the crowd, I couldn't see what was the state of my locker. I found my way out of the crowd and saw the state of my locker. What I saw was surprising. There was no damage done to my locker. The only thing odd was the person standing there with his one leg propped up and he was leaning against my locker.

He was new in the school because he was smoking on the school's campus without any fear of being caught! Maybe that is the reason everybody was staring at him. He exhaled the smoke and looked around at the people who were giving them attention. He glared at everyone around him but still, they were shamefully looking at them. Some people had shock written in their faces, girls were admiring him and checking him out, batting their eyelashes, guys looked annoyed. Having enough of their nosiness he spoke up "I would really like to enjoy my cigarette and you guys staring at me is not helping" he said rather calmly. Which did nothing. "So piss off!" He roared in annoyance.

Bi-polar.

That shook the students. Everyone around him sauntered off to God knows where. I swear people in my school were rich and dumb.

I was scared to go and tell him to move. I already had many people who hated me here I didn't want one more to add on to that list

"Excuse me" I said clearing my throat. He raised his perfectly shaped eyebrow looking at my direction. I contained my gasp as he did. He had lovely eyes up close.

"How can I help you, babe?" He said smirking and blowing out the smoke towards me. I started to cough violently. I gave him an angry look. He mouthed sorry.

What the fuck?! He clearly lacked manners. I told myself to keep my calm. I didn't want to make an enemy.

"That is my locker," I said pointing towards it.

"And this is mine," he said pointing at the locker beside mine "and that makes us locker neighbours. I can already tell we will make a good pair " he winked.

"Too bad. I not looking for a friend" I shrugged.

"Oh come on!" He rolled his eyes "You low key want me. After all who can resist..." he took a step towards me.

"My sparkling" he whispered and again took a step towards me.

"Mesmerizing." And again.

"Piercing" and again.

"Cold, blue and steely eyes" and again he took a step towards me then he stopped until we were breathing the same air.

I looked into his eyes. It was indeed as he described. I couldn't stop staring. His eyes were too blue like an ocean and it had grey flecks in them around the iris. He blew out smoke at my face again. My admiration towards him turned into annoyance.

"Sorry, I had to or else you wouldn't stop ogling. It was getting creepy" He said shrugging and he again went back to his same position not taking his eyes away from me.

Asshat!

I folded my arms in front of my belly. If I weren't observant I wouldn't have noticed his eyes flicking to my wrist and back to my eyes."You could have told me to stop! And smoking is not allowed here! So please show some respect to the people around you!" My mind was screaming at me to shut up! You don't want to make new enemies! I was so mad.

"I couldn't care less whatever people want from me pumpkin. But I will make an exception for you" he said and winking. He puts out the cigarette and flung it to the bin right across from us. "Here that's all done. Now, what should I call you?"

"Your death if you don't disappear from my eyesight" you should really shut up. My mind scolded me.

"They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Well apparently, no one has ever been standing next to you. So Ms.Deathy I would like to stay right where I am. Comprende?"

He gave me a toothy smile. Shit. He looked so cute. Even though his comment was stupid and he is fucking annoying but the way he innocently smiled at me made my heart melt. His smile can make anyone fall for him but not me though because I knew soon he would turn his back against me. All the sweet gestures would fly away leaving me with heartache. I am not naive he was probably trying to get in my pants right now.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Move your fucking ass!" I ordered him with rage-filled eyes.

"Sure cupcake." He said hitching to the side where his locker was. I opened my locker and shoved in the unwanted books and I drew back the books I needed for the period. "You look cute when you are angry" he whispered in my ears.

I glared at him in vexation."Stop bothering me"

"Too late... I have made my decision and sweetheart I am really adamant about my decisions" he said adjusting his bag and moving away from me.

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how do you like the blue-eyed smoker?