IN HER HEART, THERE'S A HOLE
THERE'S A BLACK MARK ON HER SOUL
"How tall are you?"
"Why?"
"Oh, I just asked, so I know how long I should dig your grave."
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"So, Alex." Lydia starts to say from the backseat of Allison's car, as we were on our way to school. "Tell me something about yourself."
"What do you want to know? My earliest trauma or my favorite song? Be specific." I reply.
She leans towards the driver's seat, and turns to Allison.
"I like your cousin." She tells her, and I laugh.
"So, Lydia." I start. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"My name's Lydia Martin, I'm 5'3, if you don't have a good fashion sense, I probably won't talk to you, and whatever you do, never, ever call me a red head." She lists, and I look at Allison, amazed, and she just smiles at her best friend.
"I like your best friend." I tell Allison.
"You really don't remember anything?" I ask her, as Grandpa told me she was bitten by Peter, and roamed in the woods naked for two days.
"They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying 'We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days'." She tells Allison and me, and I laugh. "But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds."
We all stop at the door, and Allison turns to Lydia.
"Are you ready for this?" Allison asks.
"Yeah, people could stare." I tell her.
"Please." She replies, and rolls her eyes. "It's not like my Mom's a serial killer."
With that she walks in, and Allison turns to me.
"Don't take her seriously, she didn't mean to be rude—" Allison starts to say, and I give her a confused look.
"What are you talking about?" I ask her. "I think I'm in love with that girl."
Allison looks at me in disbelief, and I walk in after Lydia. Allison follows me, and soon, all three of us were standing side by side, and everyone in the hallway was looking, more like creepily staring at Lydia.
"Must be the nine pounds." Allison tells Lydia, and I hide a smile.
Lydia nods softly, and takes a minute to compose herself, and walk ahead.
"Allison, remember when I said, I think I'm in love with Lydia?" I ask her.
"Yeah." She replies.
"Now, I'm totally sure, I'm in love with her." I tell her.
