Chapter 21:
Well it was only a matter of time before Lola found out about Will and I.
We didn't really try to hide it.
Needless to say she caught us making out and her suspicions were confirmed.
He's everything Chase wasn't... Er maybe.
Chase could be caring, kind and thoughtful towards other people. When he wanted to be.
That's the difference between Will and him, Will is always those things.
It has taken alot to get over Chase, but I needed someone like Will to help me do it. He gradually guides me through the heartbreak and into a new leaf.
As mushy as it sounds it's true. He did ask about the cuts on my arm, that was a rough patch.
It was hard telling him why I did it, and how I started, But he made no snide comments or expressions. Not pity, or loathing, or spiteful, like Chase was when he suspected me of cutting. I said it wasn't really any of his concern at the moment, but he said I was his concern.
So I guess he was right.
What I think is funny is that I say i'm over Chase but yet I keep comparing people to him.
Why can't I just forget him already?
Our first official date was tonight and I had no idea what to wear.
I rummaged through all the dresses, some way too formal others way too skimpy.
"Layla you've been pawing through that closet for ages now. Just pick a dress." Lola laughed falling back on my bed.
"Okay okay." I pulled out my three favorites a short blue silk dress that came up to my knee, with a very exposable heart shaped tops with sequins under the bust. A strapless ivory skin tight dress that clung to my thighs and had a black belt to separate the top corset and the bottom ruffles. And lastly a Jade colored knee high dress with little gold swirls that were intertwined in the fabric almost invisibly but glimmered in the light.
"Okay so which one?" I showed them to Lola.
She sighed. "They all look great on the hanger just try them on."
I grumbled putting on the blue one.
It was beautiful but exposed way too much cleavage. The Ivory one was one of my all time favorite but it made my eyes look funny.
I crossed my fingers slipping on the Jade one.
The dress all but lowed with its own spot light. It was the perfect shape and the gold highlights made my eyes stand out.
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The Girl with Scarlet Wrists [Rewriting]
Teen FictionLayla Ford has enough problems in life. She's an orphan who is always being put up for adoption over and over again. She finds pain relief through cutting, and becomes obsessed. When the school's hottest bad boy trys to help her, he reveals a side t...