A/n This is a little short story I wrote and I thought to share it. my friend liked it but not the end lol but if anyone can give me an idea to maybe continue it would probs make her happy ~Izzy

He was captain of the track team . got B's in class , his coach said that he might have a chance at the olympics soon too , he had loads of friends and looked happy all the time laughing with his friends in the cafeteria . But that's the thing, the key word........he 'looked' happy....... but it was all fake, the smiles, the laughs.  his friends they didn't see it, when they weren't looking he would stop smiling he would look like he was about to breakdown and cry then in a split second he would put on a smile again when they turned to him .

No one saw it except me, I don't even know how I see it I'm not one of his friends. I have never talked to him I was just the girl who sits in the back of class, the nerd that's what they would call me, But I didn't care for that. every day I saw him play happy, it was sad but it also made me angry , frustrated at him and his 'friends' who never see it ... till one day I just lost it .

I walked up to him my hazel eyes burning with anger as he talked with his friends behind the bleachers, fake smiling and laughing again. I walked straight through his friends as they all looked at me confused,  till I stood right in front of him, he tilted his head, confusion also in his deep blue eyes .

" can I help you?" he asked politely giving a tight smile .

" stop it" i growled at him with my head looking down glaring at my feet; I may have finally gotten the guts to confront him but I definitely didn't have the guts to look him in the eyes yet.  He flinched a little but it was almost impossible to see while I looked down.

" w..what " he stuttered out still confused but continued to politely smile . It made me more furious at him.

" that! stop smiling like that! " I glare at him lifting my head and stare straight in his deep blue eyes.

" stop faking it , if your not happy then stop smiling and laughing as if you are!!" I started off talking normally but end up yelling at him. He looked scared of my outburst, it was a little funny. The 5'10 ft tall jock was scared of little 5'4 ft old me.

His eyes glazed a little, he realised I knew; that I saw through the charade that he put on. He tried to blink away the tears that threatened to fall away .

" its okay to not be happy" I whisper.

" and if your ' friends' were real friends they should try to help or even notice, its pretty sad really that I'm the only one to notice " I scoffed and looked back at his friends who were staring at us confused still .

I look back at him as he stares at me, I sigh and turn away from him moving my head to look back at him through the corner of my eye " everyone has scars, some are just better at hiding them " as I speak he subconsciously rubs his fore arm . I watch him do that for a second then turn to fully face him again, only a metre away from him walking to stand right in front of him I grab his arm and pull up the sleeve of his jacket before he can react .

I stare at his arm, scars littered his arm like sticks in the woods , little bits of makeup smeared and washed off probably by sweat. He doesn't try to take his arm away he just looks at them as well, an emotion I can't detect in his eyes .

" I guess you can't judge a book by its cover , huh mr future Olympian " I say a blank look on my face .