I Got Your Picture - Chapter Seven

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This is to Meh (x2), Sofia, Delicia, Rawr.X, Zy, Becca, Bailay, Cleo, Welsh And Proud, Randiaa, RM, Koki, Bec and Debs.

Because you all rock. Especially Meh and Sofia, who were the only ones who had commented before my note.

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I seriously thought you guys didn't love me anymore :/ well I hope this is good enough. I was feeling depressed when I wrote it so...
Enjoy, Blue Forever
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Chapter Seven: School

It was weird, I know, but I was getting to know the confusing maze that we called school. I knew our classes. I made new friends in each class, really good ones.

Like Connor and Paul. They’re a couple. They’re both really nice and crazy. Connor has short buzz but blonde hair and dark blue eyes, and Paul has light brown hair with brown hazel eyes. They both are very spunky and right away told me who to stay away from and who sells drugs.

Like Angela. The book-smart blonde haired blue eyed girl who was very shy. She, Connor and Paul have been best friends since kindergarten. Also in that group are Amanda and Tracy, although they moved here in grade seven.

Amanda and Tracy are one in the same. Although they don’t look particularly alike, they are always together, whispering, looking out of the corners of their eyes. They are cheerleaders at this fine school, of course their boyfriends Thomas and Ricky are footballers.

Also in our group was Sam. He doesn’t talk a lot, well he did smile once but that was about the only sign of happiness in him. He’s nice though, polite. I just think something happened to him that made him sad, and I’m worried even though I just met him. He’s this really dark character, with short black hair and deep, dark black eyes. I guess he’s the strong and silent type; but by the looks Angela keeps throwing him with worried eyes, I wonder if he’s not always this dark.

We were sitting in the cafeteria (yes, the cafeteria, I FOUND IT). I was scared; because all over the school halls were pictures of me. The same picture Blake took that day we’d met; when I’d been Chick and not Moonshine.

I’d first seen it walking into school this morning. There weren’t that many people around, which is good because my reaction was probably not the best.

I skidded to a stop, my jaw dropped to the floor, and I stared at the crappy-quality picture of me with a huge smile on my face, my long wavy hair swinging around me, my lips caught in the middle of the chorus "I got your picture, I’m coming with you, Dear Maria count me in" of All Time Low’s Dear Maria Count Me In.

I touched my dramatically shortened and straight hair automatically. I wasn’t the same girl as there, although with all this drama I was beginning to think that I might want to be that girl.

On the poster, above my picture, there was a caption. ‘Have You Seen This Girl?’ was in large blue block letters. Below, there was another caption, smaller writing. It stated, ‘Met this girl a couple days ago, need to find her again because I love her. I have no idea what her name is but just call her Chick. Chick, if you’re reading this, you’ve got it all wrong. Please come see me. I miss you.’

It was signed. ‘Blake.’

Reading his name had hurt my soul so much.

"Hey Moonshine." And guess what a coincidence. His voice was right behind me.

I turned. "Who’s that?" I asked, pointing to the picture.

He looked at it. "The elusive girl I met the other day."

He looked at me, smiled, and waved, walking away.

That elusive girl had been right in front of his eyes, but he hadn’t realised. I sighed quietly, but I was surprised because I didn’t feel relief that he hadn’t recognized me. Instead, I felt just that reoccurring pain, a strange lump in my throat and shakes in my hand.

I shook my head, getting back to the present - which consisted of a large cafeteria, loud sounds and discussing smells. Being a vegan in a high school cafeteria is torture.

"Hey guys, have you seen that poster up of that nameless girl?" I asked randomly.

They all nodded. Of course, it was all over the school.

"I thought Blake had a girlfriend?" I asked.

Amanda shook her head, not even displacing a single dirty blond strand of hair on her head, and fixed her green hazel eyes on me. "No. He did, but he broke up with her like, months ago. You’re thinking of Emilie. She’s got this thing about him, won’t let him go no matter how many times he tells her to fuck off."

Then suddenly Tracy was staring at me, suspicion in her eyes, "How did you know Blake had a girlfriend? No, wait, let me rephrase - how do you know Blake at all?"

"Because they’re best friends," Alex came up beside me. I smiled and greeted him as he sat down, and then looked back at the people at my table.

They were glaring.

What is up with people and glaring at Alex White? He’s cool to me.

Amanda had a disgusted look on her face. "Ew, Alex! Go sit your drug-infested ass somewhere else!"

My eyebrows furrowed. "What!" I asked, my tone acid.

Now they all looked at me, confused, "You two are friends?"

"Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?" I asked this rhetorically. "But since we’re obviously not wanted here, we’re going to sit somewhere else."

I stood, grabbed Alex’s arm, and walked from their lunch table. I was furious.

"Moonshine, calm down." Alex said softly in my ear as I slammed my lunch tray on a different cafeteria table.

"I can’t believe they would say that! That’s just horrible!" I fumed.

"I get it all the time, Moonshine. And they’re right. You shouldn’t hang around me."

I looked at Alex, confused. His long black hair was tussled sexily, as always. It made me want to reach out and bury my hands in it, pull him closer. Of course I made my hands stay where they were.

His pale blue eyes were far away, staring out into Nowheres Ville.

"What do you mean, Alex?" I tried to keep my tone calm, but his eyes, his hair - his EVERYTHING, was just so god-damn sexy. I wanted him now. Right now.

"I’m not good Moonshine." Alex said.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Because it’s true." He tells me, then finally looks in my eyes. They’re deep, full of emotion I can’t understand.

"What do you do that makes you so bad?" I asked, kind of aggravated. I like Alex White - A LOT, as my body functions were telling me right now - so I wanted to know why everyone was so cryptic about him.

"It’s a long story."

"I’ve got time." I tell him.

He looks at me for a long time, and I feel like he’s looking straight deep into my soul. Finally he shook his head.

"Another day, perhaps."

"No!" I said desperately, "Alex, tell me why everyone - even you - tells me to stay away! I hate it, because I like you!"

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Moonshine. Totally just confessed there.

Blush crept up to my cheeks. He put his hands on top of the burning, his eyes looking a century old and sad.

"I like you too, Moonshine." He sighed, then let go of me. "You’re much too good for me."

Then he got up.

"Alex! Wait!" I called, stumbling up as well.

"Moonshine." He turned to me. "Leave me alone."

His eyes were the worst part. They were ice cold, suddenly. Angry, stone. He suddenly had barriers that were coated with barbed wire. The curve of his lips were strong, determined, and set. He meant it.

He turned. I watched him go before I realized the entire cafeteria was silent and watching me. I looked around, and then I caught Blake’s eyes.

I turn and ran, tears escaping from me eyes as I escaped from the school, running farther and farther not caring about how much trouble I might get in.

Alex hated me. And I thought… I had thought I loved him.

That was the problem with love, I knew that now. That was the problem with trusting someone.

They always walked away.

I came to a stop and sat on the curb of the sidewalk on some street I didn’t recognize. I had stopped crying, because I knew it wasn’t worth it. I didn’t want to cry over a boy I’d just met.

Too bad if felt like I’d known him forever.

"Moonshine!" I heard, and I spun to see Blake running towards me.

Shit.

I took out a mirror, and no I’m not one of those plastic girls who need to check their mirrors every five seconds, but I didn’t want it to look like I’d been crying.

When I opened it and looked in, my stomach dropped out from below me.

One of my emerald green contact lenses had fell out, sometime along the run, and now I had one green eye and one brown eye.

If he saw the brown eye, he would know!

He couldn’t know. I couldn’t let him know!

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I closed my eyes and put my hands over them. I would rather look like I was crying then have him know I was Chick.

"Moonshine."

He was right beside me. I shook my shoulders, trying to look like I was crying. I was terrified he would find out, because if he did then he might hate me for lying. Hate me for hiding my true self. Hate me for being me.

And I wanted him to love me. After all this, I just wanted someone to love me. Still.

"Oh, Moonshine, Alex isn’t good enough for you." He said softly, and I felt him sit down beside me on the sidewalk. I couldn’t look at him because that eye was the brown one!

He rubbed my back though, and didn’t say anything.

"I don’t really care about Alex." I said, and to my surprise I found that I really was crying. Big fat tears ran down my face.

"Well, I care about Alex, but that’s not why I’m crying."

"Then why are you crying?"

It was an easy answer.

I was in his arms. And I loved him. And he loved me. He just didn’t know that I… was the Chick he knew. He didn’t know I was her. And it made me so sad. It made me feel like there was no space to breathe, made me feel like crying after all these years of holding those tears back.

"Moonshine?"

I knew then, that what I was doing was a mistake. But with his arms around me, and his comforting voice that I thought I’d never hear again… my hand was reaching up and popping out the other contact lens.

I slowly unlatched myself from Blake’s arms (reluctantly), and stood with my eyes closed. I felt him stand as well.

"Moonshine?"

My name again. He shouldn’t know my name.

I whispered,
"Roses are red and violets are blue,
honey is sweet but not as sweet as you.
Roses are red and violets are blue…"

The Aqua song, Roses are Red. I had been singing it when I had met him.

"Come pick my roses…" Blake’s voice was soft, so soft I barely heard it.

Then his lips were on mine, and we were kissing as if it would be the last time. Sparks were running through my body in currents so strong. The place between my legs was humming an electric song that I’d never heard before.

When I opened my eyes he stared into them, and then

He ruined it.

"I knew it was you! I knew it once I saw you! Moonshine? Moonshine is such a beautiful name and..."

I put my finger over his lips, and then closed my eyes. I sighed.

"Goodbye."

Then I turned and left him there alone.
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