"Hey Katie! Wait up!" I hear. I see Alex as I turn around.
"You excited to meet the new exchange students, they are here for a whole year. Which is pretty different to other years, they usually only stay for a week or so." she says.
"I know, my mother signed up to keep a group of them and let them stay with us whilst they are here. It doesn't interest me though. I have to share my room with all them. Hopefully they will all be girls." I reply.
"Well they are announcing the groups in the assembly hall, and who they will be staying with. We have biology, but Miss Thompson doesn't mind if we miss her lesson to go to this meeting." says Alex.
We sit quietly in the assembly hall, and watch as around 60 Australian teens come barging through the door excitedly. One boy screams at the top of his lungs "I HAVE ARRIVED IN LA. MAKE WAY PEOPLE." I suddenly recognize him at once, as four boys follow behind him. It's them. The Janoskians.
I'm the only one to notice who they are, as I hold my hands close to my mouth. Shocked. Everyone is confused as to what I'm so happy about and I hear sniggers from behind.
"Why is the emo so happy?"
"She obviously thinks she can pull them five hot guys, haha."
"Weirdo."
Alex gets up at once and starts shouting at the "pretty, popular girls" behind us.
"Excuse me, at least have the decency to tell her straight instead of sniggering from behind her? What has she done to deserve this? I'm glad I've finally stood up for her, after being scared to open my mouth in front of all of you. Bullshitting backstabbing bitches is all you are." she continues talking but I leave her to it, and I run out the assembly hall and head straight for the toilets.
Cry. I'm stupid. Ugly. A weirdo. Worthless. Why do I even try? I remember that I brought my blades to school, shoved at the bottom of my bag. Tightly wrapped in a now somewhat red stained white ribbon.
Cut. I slice my arms, blood trickling down my arm. Making it's way down to the floor. Blood. I cut open some old scars. Make them deeper. Deep. My tears mix with the blood on my arm, making me shiver.
I hear someone banging on the cubicle I locked myself.
"Hello? Open up." It's a boys voice. What?
"Why should I? I'm not wanted, besides who are you?" I say.
"Just open the door, please. I won't do anything to you I promise." the boy says.
I unlatch the door and see Luke. Crying. Heavily breathing.
"Thank god you're okay. I was worried. I know who you are, you know. There's no need to be afraid of me. I'm Luke, um I watch your YouTube videos. I've always wanted to help you. And now I can."
"You know who I am? Wow. Well I know who you are, no need to introduce yourself. Where's the other boys. I watch your videos too, they make me happy. You have helped me enough to keep me going until this moment. I guess." I say shakily.
"Seriously? Haha, well um do you need a bandage? Not that I have a stash in my bag or anything, but um can I help you in anyway?"
"I'm fine, I don't need help from Luke Brooks. Just let it drip." I say.
"Drip? Huh?" he says, then he looks down on the floor realizing he's standing in a small puddle of my blood. "No.." his voice is shaky, tears forming in his eyes.
"Yes, don't cry. I guess this isn't a good first impression huh?"
"Can I at least take you to the school nurse?" he asks.
"No, you can't. I don't want anybody to know."
"Fine, let me bandage you up at least." he replies.
He lifts me up onto the side of the sinks, being extra careful with my arms. Wrapping the bandage around me gently, as he asks me loads more questions.
"You don't talk a lot do you? You seem a lot more chattier in your videos. How old are you? Hey, what's your last name?" he asks.
"No I don't talk a lot, well honestly we only met like five minutes ago. So I guess I don't really have much to say. As for age I'm seventeen, and so are you I know. And my last name is Peters, why?"
"Well lucky for you, you're the family me and the others are staying with. You ran out as soon as both of our names were called." he says and winks.
"All done. Would you like to see the others?" he asks.
"Sure."
"Wait one more thing." He says and pulls me back.
"I forgot this."
He locks his arms around me, and kisses me.
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