When Skylar and I took my normal seat in the middle of the bus, the person that sat across is turned around.
"Hey Cutie, what are you doing hanging out with Scar? The only thing she's good at is dragging a blade across her skin."
Self consciously I tugged down on my sleeves, they brushed against my fresh ones from last night.
"Oh and also making people want to die."
I sunk into my figure, waiting for Skylar to agree with him.
"What the hell! No one can talk about Scar like that, no one, I don't care who the hell you think you are but no talks to her like that."
Skylar's tone was no longer soft or sweet, but anger and rough around the edges.
Her eyes became flames, lavender turning into a darker purple.
"Oh really, what are you going to do about it?" He said, a smirk visible in his voice and on his face.