the girl and the boy who broke her

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“Your past will come around to bite you, it’s inevitable.”


The next week or so were thankfully uneventful, other than that one bully who thought it would be fun to push me into a locker and the other one who locked me up in the janitors closet for three hours.

Monday rolled around again.

My arms being bruise and cut free (they still had little scars, but no one would notice those. Nobody looks at me enough to notice) I wore a short sleeved shirt with overalls, pulling my long black hair into a half-up.

I brushed my teeth, put on a touch of mascara, a dab of blue eyeshadow to bring out my eyes, and deodorant followed by a small spritz of body spray.

I popped a gluten free waffle in my mouth and headed out to the car where Alex was waiting. He greeted me with his usual, “Mornin’ Tiger,” which never failed to make me smile.

He had no idea how much the name meant to me.

Alex walked me to the school doors and I gave him a quick hug before disappearing inside and walking towards my locker.

It was a full blown mob.

Kids were clamoring around my locker, laughing and pointing. I stopped in my tracks and tried to go the opposite way, but it was too late.

A blonde girl with long nails, that I recognized as Bailey Martin, grabbed my arm and practically threw me to the locker.

I was met with pure horror.

It was me and a picture of him.

The boy who broke me.

And we were kissing. My body shook as my mind ran back to that day.

His hand brushed my cheek and I felt happy shivers run through my body. His piercing brown eyes burrowed into my own.

“Come on baby girl, it’s just one time,”

I shook my head, adamant. “No... I’m not ready.”

He blew out a small breath.

“It’s nothing agains y—” I was cut off by his lips on mine. I let out a small squeal before melting into the kiss.

The rest of that night was not something I wanted to relive.

I snapped out of the trace to find myself surrounded by jeering kids. “Looks like Little Miss Goody Two Shoes isn’t as innocent as we though,” one kid snorted.

“Wonder if she’ll kiss me if I give her the right price,” another guy called out.

“...whore...” “...slut...” “...b*tch...” the mocking calls echoed in my ears.

I backed up against the locker, no doubt looking like a scared rabbit... or a deer in the headlights.

“Break it up!” A accented female voice rang.

Everyone’s head turned to see who had shouted. It was a girl, about 5 foot 9 with a wild mane of vibrant red hair.

Her pale skin was scattered with a multitude of freckles and her eyes were piercing blue. She was dressed in simple jeans, boots, a white t-shirt and a army green jacket.

She was absolutely stunning and radiated a power from her stance. So much that you almost didn’t notice the guy beside her.

He was obviously her twin, though a fraternal one. His hair was a mop of wavy ginger curls and his skin was just a shade darker than his sister’s. He had less freckles, only a scattering across the nose. He was only two inches or so taller than his sister.

He looked like a muffin transformed into a human.

Bailey strutted over to the new girl, her heels clacking on the floor. She placed a hand on one of her curvy hips and blew a bubble with her lime gum. I could smell it from here.

“And who are you, strawberry-top?”

The red headed girl smiled cheekily at Bailey. “My name is Nora, Nora Berkeley,” she chirped in a Scottish accent.

Bailey stared at Nora. Nora stared back.

Just as I thought the staring contest would never end the bell rang and everyone broke up to head to class.

Nora walked over to me, concern on her face. Her brother followed close behind.

It was obvious Nora was the power sibling.

“Are you okay, hon?” Nora asked gently. I bit my lip and nodded, tearing the photo down from my locker and tossing it in a nearby bin. “Yeah. They’ve done worse.”

“Worse than surrounding you, mocking you, and pushing you around?” It was the boy who had spoken. His green eyes were crinkled at the corners in concern.

“Yeah. It’s no big deal.” I muttered, heading to class.

They followed.

When Nora caught me looking at her curiously she gave a little shrug. “We’re in the same homeroom,”

“Oh.”

And here I was thinking they were creepy stalkers.

Nora just smiled. “You probably heard my name, but it never hurts to have a proper introduction. I’m Nora and this is my little brother Harris.”

Harris smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back.

He was literally the most adorable, squishy little thing on the planet.

“Are you from Scotland?” I asked forwardly.

Nora nodded. “Aye.” She said quietly.

“T-thanks for the help back there,” I murmured shyly.

Nora’s gaze clashed with mine. “No need to thank me,” she said firmly.

I smiled a small smile. “I’m Athena by the way,”

Nora beamed, linking her arm with mine. “What an adorable wee name!” She squealed. I blinked. “Thank you?”

Harris laughed, not saying anything.

My gaze moved to him like a magnet. He was even more adorable when he laughed.

Nora caught the direction of my gaze and smirked at me. I rolled my eyes at her. It was going to be a long day, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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