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WATCH ME BLEED

keep it real

"C"-T-(R)

Baileyzzzzzzz

Chapter One

It was a big school full of a lot of people. So when I was greeted by a new face in the lunch room I wasn't surprised. I hadn't gotten a lunch so the space before me was covered in text books and study guides. There was no way I was failing the science test again.

"Hello, is anyone sitting here?" I was met with a sweet voice, black hair, and the most astonishing purple eyes. I looked up her a little dazed at those eyes. Her hair was in a loose ponytail at her neck, and I noted her hair covered her ears. It was black with a few hints of red here and there. It was a stoning contrast with her porcelain skin. She was in front of me and I moved all my stuff shaking my head.

"No, no ones sitting there."

"Do you mind if I?" she asked.

"Of course not!" I smiled friendly at her as she sat down. I shot my hand out to her, "So what's your name?"

"Lilly," she said sweetly but didn't shake my hand. "What's yours?"

"Zahrah," I answered looking down. My name was pretty I guess but I was always embarrassed of it. No one could ever really say it right and I always felt bad.

Her eyes widened at and she smiled, "Wow, that's pretty."

I laughed nervously. "Yeah, I've got lots of Indian in my blood and my parents thought it'd be neat to give me an authentic name." Her body stiffened slightly, but noticeably, at the word blood for a reason I couldn't pin point.

"Oh, yeah? Well that's cool," she said, nodding at me.

"Thanks. So did you just move here?" I asked her.

"Yep. Today's my first day." She perked up a little.

"Cool! Do you like it so far?"

She laughed a little and shrugged, "It's only been about four hours, but sure!" We both giggled in that girly way.

"Yeah I've lived here my whole life," I said. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"A brother. He's a sophomore too. He starts in a few days, though. So,he's not here yet."

"Yeah…"

We both looked away from the other and it got a little awkward.

"How about you?" she asked suddenly.

"Have any siblings? An older brother, who's a senior, and a younger brother, a freshman," I informed her.

"The only girl then, well besides mom I guess," she laughed.

I knew she was just trying to make friends. And I knew she was just trying to be nice, but at the mention of my mother I looked away. I felt the tears coming on and that wasn't good. I'd just met her and I was going to look crazy. Great.

She tilted her head at me and her brow scrunched. "Is something wrong?" she asked. All I could do was shake my head no.

She looked down, "I'm sorry," she whispered apologetically.

Thankfully no tears fell, but it was close. I put my hands on my face to try and cool my cheeks. Then I looked at her and tried to smile. "No, no its ok. I'm… I'm fine."

Something her eyes told me she didn't believe me, but she didn't press it. And neither did I.

It turns out she was in all my classes after lunch. We hung out the rest of the day and when it came time to leave, weboth headed for the parking lot. Our cars were right next to each other. My '90 Chevrolet Blazer looked so incredibly old and dirty next to her brand new, beautiful, black Lexus. My brothers both had drool running down their chins. I probably did too.

"Well I'll see you later, Zahrah," she said waving to me and smiling at my brothers.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow!" I said laughing and waving back as she drove out of the parking lot. I got into the passenger seat and my brothers shrugged in the car also. I tried to keep down my laughter.

Zeke, my older brother, flipped down his mirror and rubbed his face.

"That was a beautiful car," Zac, my younger bother, breathed in the back seat.

"Yeah, it sure was," Zeke said.

I just looked at both of them and laughed harder.

He started the car and pulled out.

Zac leaned into the front of the car a little and looked at me. "Do you know that girl?"

"Yeah she just moved here, so today was her first day. Her names Lilly," I said. "She's got a brother, but he doesn't start till Wednesday."

"Does she have a boyfriend?" Zeke asked even before I was done saying Wednesday. Zac looked over at him and scowled. Zeke kept his eyes on the road and acted like he hadn't seen it.

"How should I know? And either way, I am not asking her for you," I laughed at them both. I looked down at Zac's hopeful expression. I tapped his forehead in the childish way I know he hates. "Or for you.

"Besides, I don't think she wants a guy who will just love her for her car."

Zeke puffed his broad chest out a bit. "I'd love her for other reasons."

"Or her looks," I challenged back, and we started laughing. Zac on the other hand was sulking in the back seat again.

"Well you only are friends with her because she has a brother," he shot out hatefully.

"Zac shut up," Zeke said shaking his head. "Z doesn't even know her broth-" then he stopped and shot a worried glance down at me.

Mom used to call me Z.

Zeke hadn't slipped up for a whole year.

I looked out the window. The fun, playful mood of the car took a diving plunge.

He reached over and touched my arm. I looked back at both of them and smiled. It was a little smile, but it was still there. "It's ok guys."

"I'm real sorry, Zahrah. I didn't mean to, seriously," he rushed.

"Oh, of course not, I know you didn't. And you can call me Z if you want to." I tried to keep that smile in place, but I faded. I shrugged, looking out the window again, "I mean… dad still does."

"Dad doesn't know anything," Zac sighed back into his seat.

We didn't talk all the rest of the way home. And we all knew Zac was right.

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