I woke up the next morning and an army of butterflies decided to attack. I rolled over on my bed and yelled into my pillow. I looked over at the picture on my bedside table of me, my mother, and my father smiling at the camera. I sighed and stared at the ceiling.

"Mom? Dad?" I asked the air, knowing they wouldn't answer. "Lord help me." I muttered, as I got up from my bed and walked to the bathroom. I scrubbed my favorite vanilla body wash into my skin and rinsed, feeling the hot water relax my tense muscles. Stepped out of the shower and slipped. I reached for anything to hold on to, and grabbed my shower curtain. I still fell, but I brought the shower rod down with me. I quickly rolled on my side and felt the rod slam against my arm. "Agh!" I yelled, caressing my aching arm. I got up and looked at it in the mirror. It wasn't bruising yet, but I knew it would soon. I tried to cover the spot with a little bit of concealer. I gave up and walked back to my room.

I stood in front of my closet and glared at it. I had absolutely nothing that looked cute enough to wear. I groaned and frantically searched through my closet and decided on black skin tight jeggings and an off the shoulder dark purple shirt with a black chain locket with a heart that dangled at the bottom of it. Inside of the heard was a beautiful DB etched into it. I brushed my hair so that most of it was covering the right side of my face. I smiled at my reflection and rolled my eyes. Funny how a smile can fool the world. I looked at my clock and saw that I had about an hour left. It takes about fifty minutes to walk to my school so I decided to paint my nails- what other color then black. After stuffing some mascara and eyeliner in my bag I walked out the door. I'd have to rush to the restroom to try to make myself look decent. I put in my earbuds and placed my music on shuffle. Saturday Night by the Misfits came on first. I hummed along as a car rolled up by me. I tried not to look, but it slowed down to my speed. I was halfway to school and I measured how long it would take for me to run there. Suddenly the car's window rolled down.

"Dana?" the man asked. I looked into the car to see that Andy was on the driver's side.

"Hey." I said with a smile. He returned my smile then looked confused.

"Why are you walking to school? Can't you drive?" He asked.

"I have my license but I can't afford a car." I shrugged.

"What about your parents? Can't they take you?" He pressed. I laughed without humor.

"If only life was that kind." He looked puzzled, but shook his head- as if to clear it.

"Well do you want a ride?" He offered. "You have a few more miles until you're there so…" He trailed off. I weighed my options. I would get there earlier…

"Okay. Sure. Thanks." I said, climbing into the car. He turned up the music and nodded along to the beat. Maybe I can kill some time and actually apply some makeup. I dug in my bag for the black tube of my eyeliner but before the brush could touch my skin, I felt Andy's hand on my wrist. I looked up but his eyes were still on the road. "What?" I asked. He shrugged.

"You look better without makeup." He said simply. I looked at him sideways for a moment, then burst out laughing. He glanced over at me. "Do I get to hear the joke?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I just think it's funny how you think I can look even decent without my makeup." I said, still laughing lightly to myself.

"All I do is say the truth, weather you believe it or not." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah whatever." I said, bringing the brush back to my face.

"I'm serious. You don't need it. Don't wear what you don't need." I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and found myself lost- entranced. He broke my gaze and turned back towards the road. I looked to the tube, then back at Andy. Sighing, I put it away as we pulled into the school parking lot. He looked over at my makeup free face and smiled. He ruffled my hair and laughed when I glared at him.

"Good Dana." He said, chuckling. I rolled my eyes as I took my brush out to fix it. He took it from my hands and started messing with it.

"What's up with you and no boundaries?" I asked, appalled. He smirked and held out his hand.

"Comb please." He said simply. I glanced at his waiting hand, groaned, and dug in my bag for the comb. "Thank you." He said, taking it from my hand. He parted my hair closer to the middle then brushed my hair into a slight bang and the rest away from my face. I looked at it and grimaced. There was a reason why I always covered my face.

"Now I have to redo it completely. Thanks." I said looking at my reflection.

"You have a pretty face. Don't cover it." He said softly. I looked up at him to see his eyes already on me. I couldn't have known him for only two days. I feel like I've known him forever.

"Ok stop flirting. We need to get to class." I said smirking. He laughed and we stepped out of the car. As soon as we walked through the doors I felt everyone's stares on me.

"You really should keep your face covered. No one want's to see that." Becca sneered. Great. So within thirty seconds of being in school I was already being insulted. I looked down and tried to use my hair as a curtain. She came up to me with her "pack" close behind her. She picked up the locket. "This is a beautiful necklace. It would suck if something were to happen to it." She said with an evil smirk on her face. I looked up panic in my eyes. My mother gave me this for my fourteenth birthday. It was the last thing she ever gave me.

"Please, no. Please." I begged her, trying to yank the heart from her hand. She only laughed and tugged.

"Hey, can't you leave her alone?" Andy finally spoke up.

"Oh so now you have the emo boy sticking up for you. How cute." She laughed. My blood boiled. I glared up at her and she leaned back, clearly taken off guard because of my anger. She quickly composed herself.

"For Christ's sake shut up! No one wants to hear the crap that comes out of your mouth. Now do everyone a little favor and shut the hell up okay?" I yelled in her face. She pushed me against the lockers with her forearm on my throat.

"So now that you have a little friend you think you can talk to me however you want?" She hissed. "You know that if I wanted to," She paused, leaning towards my ear. "I could end you."

"Then do it." I whispered. She took a step back and looked me in the face. "I dare you." I said. She smirked.

"That'd be too easy. " She growled. I felt my face heat. I had to do something. I spit in her face. She screeched and clawed at my face. Someone finally pulled her off of me and Andy took me away from all of the commotion.

"What locker number are you?" He asked.

"Nine forty." I replied, looking down at my shoes. We stopped in front of my locker and he kneeled down so we were at the same level. He looked into my eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked, studying my face. I nodded, then his hand brushed across my face.

"Ow, ow, ow!" I complained through my teeth. He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, you're so okay. Do you need to go to the nurse?" He asked.

"I'm not dying am I?" I asked. He shook his head. "Then I don't need to go." I said. I turned and opened my locker, pulling out my journals for my first two classes. "You have free period after lunch right?" I asked.

"Yeah. Want to meet outside at lunch so we can work longer?"

"That's what I was thinking. Ok see you." I said, waving.

"Don't get yourself killed!" He yelled at me. I turned, stuck my tongue out at him, than ran to my first class- leaving him behind.


Here's chapter 3 guys c: tell moi what you think! Thanks for reading and as always... Fly On!

~TheAvenger~