Ethan's P.O.V
“I want to know more about my master...” I whispered in her ears, I saw her shivering, would she get mad? Was I too bold? She was right, since I haven't my hair covering me I felt less shy, but still! She was my only protection against bullies so if she got mad...
She turned to me with an eyebrow raised.
“And what do you want to know?” I smiled widely, I knew she wouldn't let me know everything, there might be thousands of secrets in this cute little head of hers! But still!

But at least she didn't glare at me... Well how can I start?
“Why did you say you were 'different'?
-Because I am. I don't hate you just because you're 'emo'” she replied making quotes in the air. I nodded:
“So how old are you?
-17. You?
-18...
-Lucky bastard...” she sighed, then we headed to our first class, I guess I will know more later.

*Later *
“What about your parents?
-Dead.
-Oh.. I.. I'm sorry!
-It's okay, it's been five years now.
-So.. You're an orphan? You've been adopted?
-Sadly yes.” I looked at her, she was as usual looking emotionless. As if her heart was somewhere and she was there, barely alive.
“Why are you always so cold?” she looked at me, her eyes were sad, really sad... No! The saddest thing I've ever seen! Would she tell me?

“Long story.” then she looked down turning back to emotionless, I understood she wouldn't say more. How naïve! She knew me since two days! And as she told me earlier, she never trusted anyone, that was why she refused to be Melody and I's friend. As she said 'you never know when your best friend will be the one to stuck a knife in your back, and it hurt more when it's someone you cared for.'

She was really wise for a 17 years old girl.. And I could feel something really bad happened to her, something that haunted her every day, something that had changed her forever... But what?
“You won't tell me right?
-You're pretty smart..” I sighed. She was so stubborn sometimes!

“What about your sleeves?” she chuckled and turned to me.
“There's no big deal about it. But you won't know neither. We're in a school.” she smiled, her perfect smile, the only thing able to highlight her face. Sadly it was a bit rare.
“Well, tomorrow we have sport, I guess I'll know then.
-Maybe.” I looked at my 'master' as I called her just to tease her, she was beautiful but didn't notice it...

During the day I received like twenty girls' numbers, two invitations in party and fifty friend request on Facebook... Just because I showed up my face?
Was it possible that Rebekah was right? That I wasn't so ugly? It seemed like!
And I couldn't lie, it felt wonderful to be more than a ghost! It was thanks to her, and I would do as she said, I would bring Melz (Melody) with me, she deserved to have friends too!

*Story time*
Melz and I have been friends since she arrived in L.A, two years ago. She had no friend, I in the other hand was already the outcast, the emo. We got closer, she was my first and only friend. She gave me an hint of happiness in my hell life, between bully, a drunk father and an always absent mother. And now Rebekah arrived, dragging me out of my hole, out of my hell. She was stronger than Marvin, Melz and I all together. Where did she find her strength? I had no idea, but behind her cold mask I knew there was a strong woman, who passed through a lot, who was well damaged but kept going. As if she was trying to protect something, something more important than her own life. Something like her biggest secret...

The rest of the day passed nicely since I was Rebekah's, nobody dared hurting me. Sometimes she just disappeared for doing God knows what, then came back. At the end of the school day I waited next to the school's gate as every day. Rebekah was waiting to so we talked for awhile, someone came to pick her up and I stayed. I finally knew more about my master, about how she thought, that she hated school...

I wasn't really waiting for anyone, I just didn't want to go home yet. As every day. I knew around 7PM my older brother would come to pick me as he was worried when he didn't see me. He was the only one at home to worry about me, but he was a drug addict... I stayed here listening to music, my best friend. Then I slowly started to walk home, I didn't want to, but I had to. If I was lucky enough my dad would be too drunk to even notice me... But I usually wasn't lucky!

I sighed, at least I could think about Rebekah, she wasn't lucky neither, but tried to help me anyway. I think behind her cold mask there was was a kind hearted girl, someone who couldn't stand other's sadness, injustice... By how she reacted to Marvin, how she helped me. But there was still this damn mask! Which make her wild with others, not trusting anyone.. If only I could help her as she was helping me! But I felt like it wouldn't happen, I had a bad feeling... Something bad was going to happen to her... Again.

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