The school halls were packed with people. The cheerleaders wore their outfits and the football team wore their jerseys. Krystal avoid the crowds like the plague.
"Heads up!" A football flew down the hall, over a large sea of people.
"Mr. Riley, what have I said about balls in the halls?" Mrs. Tallen tapped her foot. Krystal bit her lower lip to hold back a smile. Mrs. Tallen took absolutely no ones shit, not even the football team captain Shawn Riley. She respected that.
"Sorry Mrs. T" Shawn muttered.

She should just take the ball and leave him to sulk in his own misery. It's not that I don't like Shawn Riley, he's nice enough, bit too much energy for my liking. And he goofs off too much. Other than that I guess he's already, but I'm mean. They are all going to be trouble today. Please make it worse for them Mrs. Tallen!

"You know what. Shawn, get me that ball."
"What? Why?" He stammered.

Oh shut up! She is not!

"I'm confiscating it." She said sternly. Shawns jaw dropped and his face ignited in pink.

Haha! That is amazing! Dream come true! I think I'm too giddy about a guy losing his balls. Haha! Nope, still funny.

Shawn slinked to retrieve the ball and slinked back. He was hesitant to give it to her, but he knew better.

At least I have this memory to cling on to in the assembly.

Blake, Ted and their friend group walked together, laughing and joking. The gymnasium was slowly filling with the school. Groups and groups of students filled the bleachers.

Krystal tried to hide out in the bathroom to avoid the assembly but one of the teachers found her. They were aware of her MIA tendencies when it came to school functions as such. She trudged up most of the benches to the top. Up at the top was mostly empty space. Students liked to be close to the action, Krystal just wanted to avoid other students.

I hate assembles. What more do these people want? I come to school, don't I? I hate all of these people, what makes them think I want to be squished on bleachers with them?

God, I love assembles. They support camaraderie and sportsmanship, pride in our school! How can someone not like these?

Krystal sat alone on the top bleacher. Blake and his friends sat a few feet from her. His friends joked and bubbled with laughter. Krystal glared at them in annoyance. Blake looked around to see who was watching. Their eyes met.

Aren't women supposed to be the beautiful ones? I mean look at his eyes! They are like liquid gold encased by thick, long, dark lashes. It should be a sin to be that attractive! I haven't even gotten to his lips or chin. Ugh. Blake Hardy is too good looking for his own good.

Her eyes were so pastel, they looked like glass. Her lips and cheeks matched perfect.

And his hair, it's shiny and dark. I have an overwhelming urge to touch it. I need to know if it feels as soft as it looks.

Krystal turned away.

That's probably why they are barley tolerable creatures....men. Especially at this age, obnoxious and self centered. I guess you take it or leave it. I'll leave it.

Why did she turn away? I think a better question for myself is, why was I so encapsulated by this girl? Maybe it was the scar around her left eye. It wasn't the scar itself, it was the fact that no one ever knew the story. It was all rumors.

Ted clapped Blake on the back, taking his attention away from Krystal.
"Bro, you have a staring problem." He joked. Blake cheeks flared a soft pink.
"I do not." He snapped back. His friend chuckled.
"I mean, I know she has a scar, but even I don't stare."
"I don't stare!" Blake half snapped at his friend. It was more out of embarrassment than annoyance.
"Right, whatever helps you sleep at night. Let's watch something more interesting." Ted guides Blake's attention to the group of very pretty and very bendy cheerleaders. "That, I could watch all day." Blake rolled his eyes.

Listen, I was all about a hot girl, especially if she's bendy. I was tired of the 'not a whole lot of talking' girlfriends. Sex is great but whatever happened to having a best friend to enjoy? I want to spoil a girl. I had to sneak another glance at Krystal. Why was it that I wanted to spoil that girl?

I'm pretty sure most men are pigs. Cheerleaders? Really Blake and Ted? Could you get any more cliche? And another thing, why was Blake staring at me. I bet it was the scar. That's why everyone stares, it's usually in their first 5 questions to me. No matter how much makeup I wore or how pretty my hair looked curled, everyone noticed the scar. Makes the guilt that much worse.

The gymnasium filled with applause and cheering as the cheerleaders shook the pom-poms with giant smiles.

If I hadn't gotten this scar, I wonder where I would be now. Would I be more into school? More invested in my own life? I just try not to fall apart. Not like two years ago.

The gymnasium was packed with the entire school, shoulder to shoulder as they filed out. Blake and Krystal stood side by side.
"You'd think we would be surrounded by hotter girls." Ted commented, Krystal rolled her eyes.
"What?"
"Dude, some of these girls are dogs." Krystal shot daggers at Ted with her eyes. Blake tried not to blush or even stare at her.
"I honestly don't know what to say to you." Blake stumbled.
"I know you agree." Blake cringed.

I do not agree. I think most people are good looking, it's usually their personalities are ugly.

Aw, how sweet, I'm a dog. Bark, bark, asshole.

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After the assembly ended the school filled out of the stuffy gym. Once in the clearing, Krystal broke free and cleared the boys within seconds.
"Moon Girl is on the move." Ted joked. "Some would say over the moon." Blake ignored him and watched her zoom and weave between students.

Bye Krystal.....

By the second bell most students were packed away in their classes, only a few stragglers lingered in the halls. Krystal was one of those stragglers.

I wonder how much trouble I'd get in for skipping school. Maybe I should just play hooky in the school nurse. Wow, look at the grass and the blue sky. Oh fuck it, It's to beautiful outside to stay inside all day.

Blake and Ted sat next to the window, sharing a conversation under their breath.
"What do you mean, you don't know if you want to go to a party. What other things could be better than a party?" Blake sighed.
"I don't know. Don't you get tired of the same old thing. It's always drinking and girls and sloppy make outs."
"So?" The stared at each other, willing the other to cave first. Blake caved first.
"Do you want something else? Something real."
"This is real bro, this is our real lives. Hot girls, sloppy make outs, booze and more booze." Blake was unconvinced by Teds version of a good time. He looked out the window. Movement caught his eyes.

Real. She's real. Where is she going? Shouldn't she be in class?

Krystal checked over her shoulder to make sure no one was following her, looking for her. Her body felt alive with the warmth of the sun. She looked in the neighboring classrooms to see if anyone noticed her. A boy to her right was staring but quickly looked away when she saw him. On her right side, there was another guy staring. He didn't look away when their eyes met. She stopped walking.

Blake Hardy, of course he would see me. He seemed to be running into me a lot. Staring at me a lot. Strange.

"Where are you going?" Blake mouthed. She just shrugged her shoulders. He held up one finger, asking her to wait. Krystal shook her head and continued to trump on.

Wait? He wants me to wait for him? We aren't friends. We don't know each other. Just because we some how keep finding each other, it means nothin. Right? Of course it means nothing! Krystal, don't be so irrational. It means nothing.

Krystal pushed on until she got to her car. A few stalls down was a beautiful, black Jeep Wrangler. It looked only a year or two old. Curiously got the best of her and she started to snoop around. Inside the Jeep was sparkling clean. Whoever owned this Jeep loved it dearly. She slowly walked around the exterior. When she got to the back and saw the wheel cover, she stopped.

I don't believe in signs or fate but I think I already love who owns this Jeep. They have a moon wheel cover, a crescent moon. The inside is clean. It's a nice car.

Her eyes traveled around the back more. In the top corner of the back windshield was a cop sticker.

Wow and their law abiding. What a catch.

Krystal smiled to herself, finding her joke slightly funny.

Nancy would love this car, she would beg whoever it is to let her take a joy ride. Knowing Nancy, she could convince anyone to let her do anything. I'm sure the Jeep owner would be more than happy to let the pretty blonde with bright blue eyes drive their car. No one would let Moon Girl drive their car.... I should go visit Nancy.

Krystal abandon the Jeep and climbed into her 2003 Chevrolet. Twisting the key in the ignition, the car reved to life. In a matter of seconds, she backed out of her stall and was on her way to visit Nancy.

Blake watched Krystal until she was no longer in sight. He assumed she parked in the senior lot like he did. Blake finally look back into the classroom. Mrs. Tallen talked on. No one really listened. She posted her notes online every night, Blake read those.
"Done gazing out the window?" Ted whispered.
"What?"
"Dude you're acting so weird today. First you stare at Moon Girl. Then you daydream out the window. Something has gotten into you." Ted pointed out Blake's odd behavior for the day.

Oh what he doesn't know. That looks normal compared to my thoughts. Thank god he can't read those.

"Just call it a hunch on something." Ted sighed.
"I'm tired of your hunches. They always lead us on stupid investigations. Is that why you don't want to party? You have a hunch?" Blake was floored by what just came out of Teds mouth. He complained about something that most made up Blake's personality. It was in his blood to be curious, his dad being a cop and all. Blake didn't answer. "Right." Ted finally said, annoyed with his best friend. Blake was annoyed with him right back.

Tired of my hunches? Stupid investigations? Who is he? We used to like doing these together. Maybe they didn't always go the way we wanted, but we learned. Aren't most people curious? Am I just overly curious?

A car peeled out of the parking lot. Blake turned and watched the dark red car drive past. The drivers long, black hair blew in the wind.

Bye Krystal....