Free Tattooed Soul by Kera Lynn Page B

leave
me the fuck alone !”
    I threw the shovel at him, hitting him
square in the face. I left before I could watch him pass out. After that, no
one bothered me at Ryder High. I became the dark figure who drifted through the
crowds.
    My lack of visibility did not, however,
keep me from watching and listening to all the crap going on in high school.
When you weren’t wrapped up in fucking running your mouth and spreading rumors
and shit, you could actually learn a lot about the people around you.
    For instance, I learned that little Miss Popular,
Heather Conalley, liked to puke her lunch up in the bathroom.
    I learned that Mike Athens had the blue
balls for Emily Peterson, who actually liked Max Granger. Max Granger was as
gay as they come, and jacked off to a picture of Mike Athens in the locker room
when he thought no one was around.
    See what you missed when you're all up in
the mix?  I was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I saw and heard
things that most people didn’t, because everyone forgot that I was around. The
problem was I didn’t give a rat’s ass for any of these people. If they were to
fall off the face of the planet tomorrow, I would hardly notice.
    There was only one thing in this whole
world that I got up for every single miserable day, and that thing just walked
into my History class and sat down next to me. I swore that every time Rebecca
came in the room she absolutely filled my senses. I could smell her sweet
lavender and vanilla scent. I could hear her beautiful laugh and feel the small
vibrations that her feet made as she sat down next to me.
    The one thing, the only thing, I
never did while she was sitting so close, was look at her. I knew what I was. I
knew what I looked like, and it would ruin this delicate fabric of the picture
I had painted if I exposed myself to her.
    I knew that she at least looked in my
direction from time to time, but I was sure it was purely out of pity or hatred
that she had to sit next to me, the invisible freak. This was only what I
thought she was thinking because I had never heard her complain. In all of my
eavesdropping and watching the haves and the have nots mill around the school,
I had never heard Rebecca say one rude comment about me.
    In fact, the only time she ever even
acknowledged my existence was to defend me to a group of girls in gym.
    I was sitting behind the bleachers, and
she was trying to play some type of dodge ball and failing miserably. One of
the girls, I believe it was Kelly the Cock-sucking Slut, told Rebecca to
“Imagine that the ball is Marcus Roberts’ head. Of course if it doesn’t have a
dirty mop on it. Then throw it as hard as you can at Todd’s ass. Marcus will
have to kiss Todd's ass again.”
    With that, the entire girls’ team erupted
in laughter, except of course for my angel, who walked over to Kelly and put
her hand on her shoulder and said, “Well, if anyone knows about kissing Todd's
ass, it would be you, Kelly, so I'll give you the honor.” She then proceeded to
throw the ball at Kelly’s head.
     As Rebecca was walking out of the
gym doors, I heard her yell, “Stop picking on people who can’t defend
themselves.” I was taken aback at her words. Did she really think I couldn’t
defend myself? And did she just stick up for me, the outcast?
    It was my new goal in life to learn
everything I could about Rebecca Hunter.
    So that was how I had spent my every
morning and every evening. I hadn't slept in my own bed for almost two years. I
spent each night sleeping under Rebecca's window. I have watched out for her,
pretending that I was a small part of her life.
    My sun rose and fell with Rebecca Hunter,
and I would not change a thing. I would rather spend every night on the cold
forest floor looking at her window than to not be a part of her life in some
small way.  It was our time together, even if she was completely unaware
of my presence.

Chapter 2  
     
    Rebecca
     
    The
dream always ended the same. I heard