Chapter 1: Blue Sky

Monday morning was drab and dreary. The sun was shining too bright and the sky was too blue. Although, that was one thing I never understood.

Why the fuck is the sky blue?

I mean, I could get into depth with the Earth's atmosphere and molecules and all that shit (even though I know nothing about science) but that's the how. What is the why? The molecules could've chosen any other color in the world to paint the sky and it chose blue. Not a regular blue, but a sky blue.

Heh, see what I did there?

Sky blue, in my opinion, is too cheery and happy to be a "scientific" kind of color. Like, why couldn't the sky be white? That made more sense than sky blue, although that might be my pessimism. But, hypothetically speaking, this almost describes my problem.

Why did I have to like her of all people? There are millions of other girls in the world and she was the one I had to fall for? I haven't even talked to her for Mavis' sake! Why the hell am I interested in her?

Well, maybe I'm not. I mean, why would I like those big, brown eyes and how they sparkle when she laughs? Or her silky, blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders, perfectly framing her face. The way her hips slightly sway as she walks, and how her light pink lips move as she speaks. And not to mention her huge rack-

I'm getting a little too carried away, but I think I made my point. I do not like her.

Or, maybe I do…

Damn it! This is too complicated. I guess I'll know when I see her in first period today. Oh, I forgot to mention, she has the exact same classes as me. I don't know why I'm being punished, but this is getting annoying. Then again, I have a lot to thank fate for doing its work.

Two years ago in my sophomore year, my friends pulled a prank on me at a homecoming after-game party and pretty much ruined my reputation. I was the school's "bad boy" if that's what you want to call it, but I never slept with any of the girls at our school. I was hard to get, but I pushed those girls away because I was crushing on someone.

Her name was Lisanna, but she moved away last year to go overseas. But during that summer break, I learned that she passed away in a car accident involving a drunk driver. I liked her because she was the only one that didn't throw herself at me. We were the best of friends up until the party incident when I found out she took a part in it.

And the sad thing is, I didn't even feel grief when I found out about her passing. Yes, I was shocked, but I really didn't care. Of course, I felt guilty for not grieving and attending her funeral. Around the time, the betrayal was still fresh in my brain and I wasn't ready to face her; dead or alive.

By then, the word got out about what happened at the party, and my social status dropped to the lowest possible. People either ignored me or glared at me in the hallways as if the whole thing was my fault.

I haven't spoken to any of my old friends and they stopped trying in junior year, deciding that maybe I wasn't going to forgive them. At the time, I was in a horrible mindset and was ready to just give up. I never really self-harmed myself or anything, but I won't deny that I have thought about it.

But then Lucy transferred from Hargeon Private School, and I found my reason to keep going.

Even though she doesn't know it, she saved me. She was the light that fate decided to bless me with. I've never talked to her, but that mostly isn't my fault. My old friends jumped at the chance to ask her if they wanted to sit with them at lunch, not wasting time to tell them about what happened two years ago. Twisting the truth, I assumed.

Even then, it didn't stop her from shooting me curious glances from across the room, like she wants to talk to me, but doesn't know what to say. I was always the first one to look away, but not because I hate eye contact, but because I'm afraid.

I'm afraid of messing up what haven't even started yet, causing a rift in the calm ocean between us. I didn't want to take the risk of losing someone I didn't even have in the first place.

As I'm sitting in homeroom, the door opens and in comes the blonde. She smiles at the whole class, making her brown eyes sparkle, causing my heart to palpitate. I know it's not directed toward me, but to the whole class. Although I'm in the class so it is kind of directed toward me, in a way.

I set my head on my desk. Lucy, what are you doing to me?

He was in the dark, and she was the only one who could bring him out.

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I haven't changed many things about the current chapters, just fixed some mistakes and rewrote some sentences.

I really want to revise all of them so I can get to writing tomorrow

We'll see ;)