Chapter 3
“Hey, new girl.” Max greets while Noah, Dylan and I just sit there.
“I’m not new. I started here two years ago.” I correct.
“Oh.” He nods. “Why do you wear that hood?”
I tense up.
I guess Noah noticed, because he furrowed his eyebrows and ran a hand through his hair.
Ooh, I love his hair. It’s a nice copper colour and it’s wavy, ending just at the tips of his ears, the back being a tiny bit shorter than the top. It’s shiny and looks soft and silky.
I just want to run my hands–shut up, Nevaeh!
“No reason.” I say through gritted teeth.
“Then take it off.”
“Not happening.”
“Come on-”
And for the first time today, I heard Noah talk.
Holy hell, he’s British.
“Just drop it, Max” His voice is deep and husky,
“But–”
“Max.” Dylan speaks up with a warning tone,
Max pouts. “Fine. Can you at least tell us what colour your eyes are?”
“Blue.” I answer
simply.
“Oh, cool. Mine are caramel.”
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my eyes. “No shit, Sherlock.”
Dylan snickers and a small smirk makes its way onto Noah’s face as Max frowns.
Dude, I think that’s the most emotion Noah’s shown all day.
Noah, Max, Dylan and I sit in silence for a moment before Max speaks up.
“So…” He looks at me for my name.
“Nevaeh.”
“…Neveah, where did you move here from?” He questions.
“New Zealand.”
“How old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
“Favourite food?”
“Pizza.”
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“Favourite-”
“Okay, Max, shut up.” Dylan stops his best friend from running his mouth. “You’re pissing her off.” I look at the blonde haired boy in shock. How does he know I’m getting pissed off? As if he read my mind, he answers. “You’re clenching your fists.”
I immediately unclench them and drop them to my sides. “Oh.” I then look at Max, who is pouting, then back to Dylan. “Does he always talk this much?”
Noah speaks up, his face emotionless. “Unfortunately.”
I wonder what goes on inside his brain. I mean, how can he be so emotionless all the time?
Just then, Ms Field struts back into the room. “Alright, you may go.”
I immediately gather my stuff and walk out, starting the twenty minute walk to my house.
Ten minutes later, I see the basketball court I walk past everyday.
-FLASHBACK-
“Hey, Nevaeh?”
“Yeah?”
“Promise
me,
that no matter what happens, you’ll keep playing basketball.”
“Heaven-”
“Please, Vaeh!”
“I–I promise, Heav.”
-FLASHBACK END-
I shake my head, ridding my mind of the memory that appears in my head every time I walk past.
I broke my promise.
I broke my promise to Heaven.
I broke my promise t I made with my dying sister!
Why the hell am I just realising this now?!
I was so erran
caught up
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in my thoughts, I didn’t even realise that I had reached my house.
Until I walk right into the front door.
under
my breath, rubbing my forehead as I unlock the door and step inside.
I sigh in annoyance as the familiar smell of cigarettes hit my nose.
I shake my head when I see my mother passed out on the couch, an empty bottle of Vodka in her hand.
I throw a random blanket I find on the floor over her before walking up the stairs.
I head into my room, shutting and locking the door.
I slowly walk over and stand in front of the dusty full body mirror in the corner of my room.
I pick up a t–shirt from the ground and wipe the mirror.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
And pull the hoodie off.
I open my eyes and stare at the girl looking back at me.
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Olive skin, wavy light brown hair, dimples, and bright blue eyes.
Exactly the same as Heaven, except she had bright green eyes.
I push back the memories of my sister and slip my shirt off.
There, going from my my left shoulder to my lower abdomen, is a large scar.
A few months after Heaven died, my so called mother got drunk and stoned off her ass, shattered a whiskey bottle and cut me using a large shard.
I couldn’t even go to the hospital. I had to disinfect, stitch and dress it myself.
This scar is going to be with me forever.
Another reminder that my mother hates me.
I shake my head sadly and slip my t–shirt back on.
Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door.
I run downstairs and look through the peephole before opening it.
“Hey.” Megan smiles at me. “Want to go to Pizza Palace for dinner then head to my house for a sleepover?”
I look over my shoulder at my mother who is snoring away.
She won’t give a shit.
I turn back to Megan and smile. “Let me get my hoodie.”
Megan and I walk into Pizza Palace, aka the best pizza place in town.
We sit down across from each other in a booth.
“Hey, Nevaeh, Megan.” Maria smiles at us. We come here so often we know pretty much all the workers. “The usual?”
I nod.
“Yup.” Megan answers.
“Half Hawaiian and half Sausage coming right up.” Maria grins, placing a can of Coke down for me and a can of Sprite down for Megan before walking
away.
“Hey, Nevaeh!”
Megan and I both look towards the door and find Max waving frantically, Dylan smiling, and Noah just standing there with his hands stuffed in his pockets, with, surprise, surprise, no emotion on his face.
I swear that dude’s a rock.
“Noah, Dylan, get the usual.” Max demands before walking over, leaving Noah and Dylan at the counter.
He slides into the booth next to me, throwing an arm around my shoulders.
“Hey, Meg. Can I call you Meg? I’m going to call you Meg.” Max rambles as he gives my best friend his signature cheeky grin, who blushes, smiling back at him as she avoids eye contact.
“Dude, everyone calls her Meg.” I roll my eyes, throwing his arm off my shoulder. “And don’t touch me.”
“Okay, okay, jeez.” Max throws his arms up in surrender. “But I will melt that ice around your heart one day!”
“Whatever.” I sip my coke
“Can I have your accent?”
“Uhm, what?”
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Max sighs dramatically. “Your accent. Can I have it?”
“Uh, sure?” I answer, but it sounds more like a question.
“Sweet.” He grins. “Hey, bro!”
I cringe at his imitation of a Kiwi accent. “You suck.”
