Bruises and scars. (Teacher/student love story)

14 Bruises and scars.

FRIDAY

October the 29th.

Today is the last day of school before Halloween. It's also the day that the seniors get to dress up in their costumes and parade around the school. And of course I'm unnaturally curious as to what Scarlete is going as.

I'm currently waiting for the intercom to say that the seniors are starting their march. I'm grading papers to pass time seeing as my whole class is down in the cafeteria getting ready to march.

I sigh squinting at a squiggle of a word on Roger Buckets paper. The kid has the worst hand writing I've ever seen in my life. Giving up I circle it with a little question mark next to it and continue trying to decipher his paper.

I wish I could give this kid a computer to carry around at all times. I'm sure all his other teachers would pitch in in getting him a lap top. It literally hurts my head trying to grade his papers.

I throw down my pen leaning back in my seat. I feel bad for his English teacher. She has to grade essays. I'm grading true/ false questions and can't figure out what one he picked.

I sigh thinking about grabbing the ibuprofen from my bag when the door opens. I smile seeing that the person that just walked in is way better then any pain medication.

Scarlete is dressed in a very fancy dress, and gloves that go up to her elbows. Her hair is tied up and wrapped with beads. She's wearing dark red lip stick. The dress looks very familiar and she raises an eyebrow as I stare at her.

"What?"

I smile wider, "The real question is what are you doing in here?"

She sighs, "I forgot my sketch pad in here yesterday and I wanted to grab it." She walks across the room and grabs a notebook from under the desk she usually sits at.

"That couldn't wait?"

She shakes her head, "I wanted to come get it as soon as possible. It's sorta like my third arm and without it I feel edgy."

I laugh, "I see." I raise an eyebrow, "So what are you supposed to be?"

She blushes, "Rose from the Titanic. Alex is dressed as Jack."

I nod my head leaning back in my chair with my arms crossed, "I knew you looked familiar."

She shrugs, "Well I have to get back. The march starts in five minutes and it will take me that amount of time to find Alex."

She walks over to the door and right before she opens it I talk, "You look beautiful."

She tenses and opens the door. Scarlete looks over at me without smiling, "Thank you." and then she slips out of the room.

The door closes and for a second I stare at it. Then I quickly sift through papers until I find hers. I once again have a set of lyrics and I smile.

"Well listen to yourself
There is a hemorrhage in your mouth
It won’t stop bleeding

Well, you may be the traitor
I will hold the smoking gun
You’ll get away clean
I’ll keep your secrets
Till the grave has swallowed me
And I will never tell a tortured soul
That are burning by my side
That I am a sinner, I am a savior, I am alive"

(Thick as Thieves- Dashboard Confessional.)

I quickly jot down the name and shake my head. She gave me way more lyrics then she usually does. She probably thought I wouldn't know that one.

I quickly grade her paper and manage to get through three more, avoiding Rogers hieroglyphic covered paper until the senior march starts.

When the intercom says it's time I go out and it takes a few minutes for them to get to me. I smile as Captain Jack Sparrow leads the way carrying a jar of dirt. pac man   and ghosts run by. Fairy's, and witches. A group of bumper cars. A bunch of princesses. Convicts. Clowns, superheros. All pass me. Scarlete and her friends are in the middle and I smile as she passes. She does look beautiful today but I like her hair better down. I want to stop her and pull her hair out of that twist. I can barely pull my eyes from her long enough to see that Alex is in neutral brown clothes, and suspenders.