Chapter Two- Liz's pov:

The ride home was ten minutes long of agonizing torture. I parked in my driveway and walked inside my brightly colored and cheery house. Which is the exact opposite of what I am feeling right now. How ironic.

I trudged over to my desk, in my room, where I do my homework. I threw myself in the bright blue spiny chair to start it all.

I decided to start with my algebra homework. This is because it's one of my best subjects and wouldn't take me that long to complete. I started to write my name on the paper only to realize I didn't write my name. Instead, I wrote 'Elizabeth Lahey' which made me make a face at the paper and erased the name as quickly as possible.

'Why'd you do that? I thought we agreed he was the devil? You can't go around having feeling for him again you know what happened last time!' I scolded myself.

I finished my algebra and history homework as fast as I could and was about halfway through my English when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Hesitantly I took it out and looked at it. I never get calls or texts unless they are from my parents or sister. Confused, I turned on my phone to check who texted me. I didn't have many people's number so it wasn't a surprise to me when a random number appeared on my phone's screen. However, what weirded me out more was the message.

"Are you going to the Lacrosse Game tonight?" The text read.

I stared at the phone, completely and utterly confused. I have no friends so how would someone get my number. And, who would want me, of all people, to go to a lacrosse game? I was tempted to ask the person that texted me, who they were and why I would want to go to the game. But, I also weighed in the factor that the text could be a cruel joke, so I decided against it.

Nobody could like someone like me. Plus even if they did, their reputation meant more to them then I did I guess.

With a sigh, I decided to reply, "How'd you get my number and who is this?"

"That doesn't matter. I have to ask you a question and it has to be in person." The person insisted.

I furrowed my brows and replied, "But everyone will laugh at me and this all probably just a joke."

"They won't laugh, I promise. And this isn't a joke. Just please come to the game it would mean so much to me." The person answered, their name starting to become irrelevant.

"I don't have anything to wear, and I don't look good in anything." I sent without thinking

"You look amazing in anything you wear, trust me." This text made me slightly blush. Then another message soon appeared after, "Just tell me you'll show up, please?"

"Fine but you are meeting me there and telling me who you are and how you got my number. Is that clear?" I decided to be a little adventurous and find out who was texting me. If I didn't I'd be stuck at home do homework that I didn't really want to do, anyway.

"Crystal. See you at the game it starts at eight." The mysterious person typed.

I shut off my phone and decided to finish my English homework. I had only done half of it, and probably wouldn't feel like doing it later. Once that was all done, I checked the time. Seven o'clock glowed on my phone screen. I had just enough time to change into a different outfit than the one I had on. That being dirty sweatpants and a t-shirt, since I changed before starting my homework.

I stared blankly at my closet, debating on what to wear. I decided to take my sisters old Beacon Hills lacrosse sweatshirt, that she probably got from some guy she used to date. Then paired the hoodie with regular jeans and my maroon vans. The makeup I wore was very simple, mascara with tinted Chapstick. And, my blonde hair was straight down to my mid back, once I took it out of its ponytail from earlier.

I gave my self a once over in the mirror, approving of how I looked. After that, I checked the time and it was seven, thirty-five. I had just enough time to get to the game for face off. I thought to myself, proudly for getting ready quickly.

It took me a total of twenty minutes to drive to the school, park, and find a place to stand in the bleachers. Little did anyone know I'm actually really good at lacrosse. And, I also know a lot about it. I mean I would play, but Isaac beat me to it. Now, I can't be on a team because I would constantly be made fun of.

However, I watched the game with some intensity. I've never been to one of the school games before and they were actually really exciting. Surprisingly too, I stood next to people without being laughed at. Plus, some of them even spoke to me a bit! Then in no time, the final buzzer sounded, and we won! I cheered with the rest of the crowd at the victory, for once feeling like I fit in. The players ran into the crowd with huge smiles on their faces. Although I had just started to walk away, when I heard a voice I knew all too well.

"You're not coming to the party after?"

I turned around and raised my eyebrows, "Why so you can just humiliate me even more today? No thanks." I snapped, my disposition turning from overjoyed to sour.

Isaac took out his phone and showed me the conversation I had earlier with 'no-name'. Isaac was 'no-name'!

"It was me, Liz. And, I'm really sorry for the way I treated you. I just don't know how to act around you. Plus, everything with my father," Isaac started to trail off. "I'm just sorry."

I laughed humorously, "You know how much pain you caused me? It's a little too late for an apology, Isaac." I pulled up my sleeves, screaming in frustration. "Every single one of these are because of you! And what you did!"

His face paled and shock was written all over it. "Why'd you do that to yourself? Are any of them recent?" He took my hand and tried to kissed each scar, but I pulled my arm back. It was out of his grasp and clung to my side. I was too scared that he'd squeeze them again and they'd reopen.

"Is this some kind of prank you're playing on me, Isaac? Because you were never nice to me after eighth grade, so why start now? Huh?" I was extremely skeptical and now regretting my decision to come.

"I swe-" Isaac started when Scott came up to us and grabbed my hand.

"Isaac, I've had enough with you hurting Liz! So just leave her alone!" Even though I wanted to hear Isaacs reply to my question, Scott dragged me away from him.

"Scott," I started to say, but never finished.

"So, I need to ask you something. And I know how I'm going to ask it, is not in a cute way or anything special. But, I've been wanting to say it to you for a while and," He was going to continue to rant if I didn't interrupt him.

"Scott, just say it!" I was frustrated and you could definitely hear it in my voice. Anger, confusion, and irritation all bubbled inside of me.

"Will you go to semi-formal with me?" The question formed a lump in my throat. I didn't know how to respond, metaphorically and physically.