Chapter 2

Ally's P.O.V.

When lunch came around I headed to my usual seat, which was all the way in the back of the cafeteria, hidden from the eye of all the preps.

I got to my seat only to see Keath, the guy from earlier sitting at my table and sitting in my spot.

"You're sitting in my spot," I said quietly.

"Oh sorry." He said getting up and moving to the seat beside mine.

I sat down and put my head on the table, closing my eyes.

"Did you even bring a lunch?" Keath asked.

"I don't eat when I'm at school only when I'm at home." I lied.

"Makes sense." He said, "So you going to tell me your name?"

I ignored him.

"Do you not like your name?" He asked.

"Can you just stop talking to me? I'm sorry if that sounds rude, but I'm not one for conversation or friendship, I prefer to be alone." I said still with my head on the table.

"Why do you like being alone? I mean I see there's a lot of preps, and some may be your bullies and such, but I'm not like them." He said putting his hand on my shoulder.

Don't fall for that, he doesn't actually mean that, you mean nothing to him or anyone else, you never will be anything to anyone.

I pushed his hand off my shoulder and got up walking away.

Why must he be so keen on trying to get my friend, have a conversation? I mean I know I'm nothing special, I'm an emo freak, he's not emo, he looks it but he's not, he's just a poser trying to get an emo girlfriend.

Keath's P.O.V.

I thought she was nice, but apparently, I was wrong. I've had it rough and all I want is a friend that understands, but obviously, she's not one for friendship, she's made that clear already.

My first day here, and I have one person that hates me already, one that isn't a skank, one that seems to show exactly how she's feeling and not hiding it the way I do, she's brave.

In this world, if you show how you're feeling you'll get torn apart in no time, but whatever her name is, she seems to have already been torn apart.

She serves had hiked up just a little bit, not much but enough to show a pretty deep cut that looked like it should have gotten stitches.

I have the same issue, only with me, no one would guess, I hide behind my smile, my laugh and my kindness.

I wanted to follow her, but I knew that would only draw attention to her, and then she'd hate me even more for it.

"Hello, there handsome." A girl said from behind me.

I turned around and saw a beautiful girl, however, she was dressed like a skank, and she left nothing to guys imagination. You could see the colour of underwear she was wearing just by sitting down, and she wasn't even tall, nor did she bend over or anything, her cleavage was showing way too much, her stomach was showing.

If she didn't look like a slut, I would have replied back, but instead, I got up and walked away with a disgusted look on my face.

She reminds me of my ex. Which is a very bad thing because my ex was a slut too only she didn't look it.

"You okay?" Someone asked.

I looked around me only to see the girl from earlier.

"Why do you care? You say you don't like a conversation, and that you prefer to be alone, so why ask and start up a conversation?" I snapped.

"You're right, my mistake I shouldn't have even asked if you were okay, I should have just kept to my own business." She said walking away from me.

I ran up to her and grabbed her arm, "What's your name? Please just tell me and I'll leave you alone, I promise." I don't know if I'll be able to keep it but I'll try my hardest.

"Ally." She said.

"That's a beautiful name," I said letting go of her arm, she just looked at me and then walked away.

I watched her until she was out of site, how can I keep that promise, if all I want to do is talk to her and get to know her? I shouldn't have made that promise.