A New Beginning
Chapter 2
Well, today was the day. I felt extremely tired this morning. I let my hair air dry, so it was pretty curly. I didn't feel like straightening it. But, thank The Lord I put my contacts in, because I don't want his first impression of me as a nerdy goth chick, or something. Even though it's probably not him. Still, I want to make a good first impression. Also, I'm hoping I don't embarrass myself in front of this guy. When I get nervous I tend to get a bit jumpy, and sometimes walk and talk quickly. Then I might fall flat on my face or say something that didn't even make sense. Yeah I know, it's weird. That's what I'm afraid of doing. I don't even know why I'm thinking about all these stupid what ifs. This guy is just going to be another jock that's going to bully me, or a poor nerd, or even a chick! Jeez, I'm being the worry wart Kara I usually am. Ever since someone pants me at the mall a few months back I've been super scared of getting embarrassed. I think it was Brad or one of his friends that did it.
Speak of the devil! As I'm walking down Maple St. on this beautiful spring morning, Brad snatches my backpack and runs past me. Well, I guess I have to pick a new route to school. "Hey!" I shout at that jackass. "Boo hoo! Haha, little goth girl wants her backpack? Well, I'm going to hide it somewhere in the school. See ya later brat!" He dashes towards school, which is only three blocks away. He gets there in a matter of minutes. I guess it pays off to be a jock. I run with all my strength. I can't let him take my bag. It has one of only items I cherish. My book of poems. It's where I write whenever I get inspiration. It has so, so many poems in it. And all sorts of ideas for books. I can't let him take it. As I'm running I feel my foot trip over something. Within a matter of seconds I'm on the ground. I can feel the missing skin on my palms and knees. I don't break out into tears because of the pain, but because I feel as though I lost again. I can't take this. I'm going back home today. I cry into my bleeding hands. Why am I always hurt when I didn't do anything wrong.
"Oh shit, are you alright?" I hear a very deep voice ask me. I'm sobbing so hard I don't bother to answer. "Hey," his voice is softer and I can hear him get closer. "don't cry dear. Tell me what happened, I won't tell anyone. Can I see where your hurt?" I look up at him and gasp. My eyes are pierced by his lighting blue ones. I quickly get up and head home. Before I can move past him he grabs my arm. He grabs my hand carefully and examines it. "It looks like you hurt your hand pretty bad. I think I have a band aid in my wallet." I keep my head low so he doesn't see who I am. This is a terrible first impression.
"What's your name?" He asks as he digs in his wallet. "Um...um..." I sniffle and try to regain control of my emotions. I can feel his warm smile on me. "My names Andy. Is that the school you go to?" I take a deep breath and look at my shoes. I take a few steps away from Andy. He takes a few towards me. "Um...yeah, please I don't need help. I can-" But before I can say anything else he gently take my hand in his. He strokes where the big gash is and picks out a few pebbles. "Ow, please I can take care of it." If I pull my hand away though it will only hurt more. He places the band aid over the cut. "There, hopefully that feels better. Why won't you look at me?" Andy still has my hand in his. I get nervous all of a sudden and start picking my nails with my free hand. "I'm sorry, this is just a terrible first impression. I've never wanted to meet someone for the first time while crying. Please, I don't want you to know who I am, this is extremely embarrassing for me."
I try to pull my hand away, but I'm caught off guard when I feel Andy kiss it. I quickly look up and see his face. Andy Biersack's face. I can feel my heart slowly pounding out of my chest and into my throat. I feel the concern in his eyes and a shot of pain goes to my heart. I turn away and run towards home. All I can see in my mind right now is those eyes. They made my heart melt for a split second. I start to make my way toward the bus stop, which is four city blocks away. I'm so angry at myself. Whatever I do I seem to mess it up some way or another. I stop dead in my tracks as realization hits me right in the face. My backpack, it's still somewhere at school! I start to run back towards school.
I make it there just as the bell rings to let first period shift into second. I run to the bathroom and fix up all my makeup needs and try to tell myself that everything will turn out to be good in the end. I Look in all the toilets to make sure he didn't try flushing my stuff down. I get out and check all the trash cans on my way to my choir class. Nothing. I decide to just skip choir and look for my stuff.
Girls locker room, no. Lost and found, no. Garbage cans on first floor, no. Garbage cans on second floor, no. Abandoned band room, no. Where in the hell could a boy hide a heart speckled backpack. I start frantically checking lockers with no locks. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! I even run all the way to the third floor and check the boys locker room. As I'm searching around I hear a few voices. I quickly hide behind a set of lockers and listen. "Haha man that was classic! I never would have thought of the boys bathroom." My eyes widen in surprise at what I just heard. "Man you should have seen her face!" That's Brad and his buddies for ya. Then I hear an unfamiliar voice pipe in. It's a bit softer then most of his friends loud mouthes. "Don't you think that's a little harsh. I mean what the hell did she do to you?" It doesn't sound at all like Andy. "Shut the hell up Ashley! I'll cut you slack since this is your first day, but if you want to hang with us you need to understand that this bitch needs to be taught a lesson." I hear footsteps come towards me and I try to run out of there as fast as I can, but someone grabs my arm. I turn around, ready to smack whoever it is. They put their hand on my mouth and shhh me.
My heart skips a beat. Oh. My. God. Ashley Purdy, the bassist from Black Veil Brides. Are they all going back to school? I heard it was just Andy. I had no clue Ashley was, too. He guides me out the door and into the hall. "So you're Kara if I'm not mistaken?" I'm quite startled that he already knows my name. I take a deep breath and try to control my thoughts. "Um, yeah, and you're Ashley, right?" He scratches his neck and looks at the ground. He looks at my hand for a moment then looks me in the eyes. "Yeah, Andy was telling me about you. I won't tell anyone, but was it those assholes I was talking to in the locker room?" I lower my head and sigh to myself. If I tell him I don't want him butting in. It will only make things much more worse. I bite my lip and try to find the right way to put this. "Um, you swear not to tell anyone?" He makes an X a crossed his heart and nods. "It's that Brad guy isn't it, and his little friends, too?" I nod, he got it right on the dot. "He's told me quite a lot about you." I give him a worried look. I'm scared to know if one of my biggest idols is going to hate me, too...
Speak of the devil! As I'm walking down Maple St. on this beautiful spring morning, Brad snatches my backpack and runs past me. Well, I guess I have to pick a new route to school. "Hey!" I shout at that jackass. "Boo hoo! Haha, little goth girl wants her backpack? Well, I'm going to hide it somewhere in the school. See ya later brat!" He dashes towards school, which is only three blocks away. He gets there in a matter of minutes. I guess it pays off to be a jock. I run with all my strength. I can't let him take my bag. It has one of only items I cherish. My book of poems. It's where I write whenever I get inspiration. It has so, so many poems in it. And all sorts of ideas for books. I can't let him take it. As I'm running I feel my foot trip over something. Within a matter of seconds I'm on the ground. I can feel the missing skin on my palms and knees. I don't break out into tears because of the pain, but because I feel as though I lost again. I can't take this. I'm going back home today. I cry into my bleeding hands. Why am I always hurt when I didn't do anything wrong.
"Oh shit, are you alright?" I hear a very deep voice ask me. I'm sobbing so hard I don't bother to answer. "Hey," his voice is softer and I can hear him get closer. "don't cry dear. Tell me what happened, I won't tell anyone. Can I see where your hurt?" I look up at him and gasp. My eyes are pierced by his lighting blue ones. I quickly get up and head home. Before I can move past him he grabs my arm. He grabs my hand carefully and examines it. "It looks like you hurt your hand pretty bad. I think I have a band aid in my wallet." I keep my head low so he doesn't see who I am. This is a terrible first impression.
"What's your name?" He asks as he digs in his wallet. "Um...um..." I sniffle and try to regain control of my emotions. I can feel his warm smile on me. "My names Andy. Is that the school you go to?" I take a deep breath and look at my shoes. I take a few steps away from Andy. He takes a few towards me. "Um...yeah, please I don't need help. I can-" But before I can say anything else he gently take my hand in his. He strokes where the big gash is and picks out a few pebbles. "Ow, please I can take care of it." If I pull my hand away though it will only hurt more. He places the band aid over the cut. "There, hopefully that feels better. Why won't you look at me?" Andy still has my hand in his. I get nervous all of a sudden and start picking my nails with my free hand. "I'm sorry, this is just a terrible first impression. I've never wanted to meet someone for the first time while crying. Please, I don't want you to know who I am, this is extremely embarrassing for me."
I try to pull my hand away, but I'm caught off guard when I feel Andy kiss it. I quickly look up and see his face. Andy Biersack's face. I can feel my heart slowly pounding out of my chest and into my throat. I feel the concern in his eyes and a shot of pain goes to my heart. I turn away and run towards home. All I can see in my mind right now is those eyes. They made my heart melt for a split second. I start to make my way toward the bus stop, which is four city blocks away. I'm so angry at myself. Whatever I do I seem to mess it up some way or another. I stop dead in my tracks as realization hits me right in the face. My backpack, it's still somewhere at school! I start to run back towards school.
I make it there just as the bell rings to let first period shift into second. I run to the bathroom and fix up all my makeup needs and try to tell myself that everything will turn out to be good in the end. I Look in all the toilets to make sure he didn't try flushing my stuff down. I get out and check all the trash cans on my way to my choir class. Nothing. I decide to just skip choir and look for my stuff.
Girls locker room, no. Lost and found, no. Garbage cans on first floor, no. Garbage cans on second floor, no. Abandoned band room, no. Where in the hell could a boy hide a heart speckled backpack. I start frantically checking lockers with no locks. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! I even run all the way to the third floor and check the boys locker room. As I'm searching around I hear a few voices. I quickly hide behind a set of lockers and listen. "Haha man that was classic! I never would have thought of the boys bathroom." My eyes widen in surprise at what I just heard. "Man you should have seen her face!" That's Brad and his buddies for ya. Then I hear an unfamiliar voice pipe in. It's a bit softer then most of his friends loud mouthes. "Don't you think that's a little harsh. I mean what the hell did she do to you?" It doesn't sound at all like Andy. "Shut the hell up Ashley! I'll cut you slack since this is your first day, but if you want to hang with us you need to understand that this bitch needs to be taught a lesson." I hear footsteps come towards me and I try to run out of there as fast as I can, but someone grabs my arm. I turn around, ready to smack whoever it is. They put their hand on my mouth and shhh me.
My heart skips a beat. Oh. My. God. Ashley Purdy, the bassist from Black Veil Brides. Are they all going back to school? I heard it was just Andy. I had no clue Ashley was, too. He guides me out the door and into the hall. "So you're Kara if I'm not mistaken?" I'm quite startled that he already knows my name. I take a deep breath and try to control my thoughts. "Um, yeah, and you're Ashley, right?" He scratches his neck and looks at the ground. He looks at my hand for a moment then looks me in the eyes. "Yeah, Andy was telling me about you. I won't tell anyone, but was it those assholes I was talking to in the locker room?" I lower my head and sigh to myself. If I tell him I don't want him butting in. It will only make things much more worse. I bite my lip and try to find the right way to put this. "Um, you swear not to tell anyone?" He makes an X a crossed his heart and nods. "It's that Brad guy isn't it, and his little friends, too?" I nod, he got it right on the dot. "He's told me quite a lot about you." I give him a worried look. I'm scared to know if one of my biggest idols is going to hate me, too...
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3/12/14