All Chapters of My FaCiAl Disorder : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

JADE'S POINT OF VIEW CONTINUED... At lunch, I spotted her alone, sitting under a tree. Everyone else scattered in clumps. But she? Always out of reach. A ghost in daylight. Perfect target. I picked up a ball that was under my shoes. And Aimed. Let it fly. Bam. Nailed her right on the head. Her head jolted sideways. She flinched and fumbled, looking around like a confused kitten. I bit down a smirk. Then I walked towards her- slow, casual, like it wasn't me. Hands in my pocket. She looked up, hands on the scarf. "Oh," I said lazily, pretending. "Didn't see you there." What shocked me… was that she actually responded. She stuttered- but still, she spoke. I listened to every word she said when I asked her questions. Her voice said more than she did. She was trembl

MELISSA'S POINT OF VIEW. # $ $ I stood in front of his locker like it meant something, I wanted to clear somethings up. I wanted to hear from him, what was going on between him and the scarf girl. I was so angry in a way that I wanted to punch the stupid locker that was near me. I was angry because he was the spotlight of attention even thou nobody put it on him. I hated the fact that girls would throw themselves at him. But now it was a mixture of emotions, anger and hate, because it seem like the scarf girl got Jades attention without even trying. And I hated that. Jade was suppose to only give me attention. I always knew that Jade had been difficult. I knew he was like a sharp edge with warning signs, and I never expected to change him. But lately... lately, it was like I didnt even exist. He hadn't looked at me since she showed up. Her- th

ARK'S POINT OF VIEW CONTINUED... The last few minutes of class ticked by with unbearable slowness, each second dragging behind the next like a bad dream I couldn't wake up from. My pencil trembled in my grip as I filled in answers I wouldn't remember later. The air was too still, and even though I sat near the window, I could feel the heat of Jade's presence next to me like the sun itself had shifted indoors and decided to settle besides me. Students sprang from their seats, chairs scraping, voices rising in the usual chaotic rush. And that's when I started to noticed that the school bell is broken, students surely knew the time to go home. I stayed seated, waiting for the noise to thin, the hallway to quiet. I didn't want to bump into Melissa. Or Tasha. Or Charlotte. Or anyone who looked at me like I was a mistake that needed correcting. Slowly, I stood, grabbing my bag with a wince. The ache in my s

ARK'S POINT OF VIEW CONTINUED.At lunch, I sat in the furthest corner of the quad again, beneath the same overgrown tree, scarf wrapped high, hood drawn low. My appetite had gone missing somewhere between anxiety and heartbreak. Somehow i wasn't hungry when at school. I didn’t know if it was fear to be seen or not being hungryThen I saw her.Melissa.She was headed in Jade's direction, weaving through tables like a predator with one target. Her walk was confident. Her outfit was tighter than usual. And her smile was that fake, sugary kind of sweet that made your stomach turn.She reached his table and leaned forward just enough for her chest to press against the edge. I watched from a distance, chest tightening.Jade looked up from his drink- and for a split second, I thought I saw annoyance flash across his face. Or was it how i wanted him to react, but definitely I saw right. I wasn't imagining it.She

When I got home that night, I shut my door again and collapsed into bed fully clothed.No scarf. No homework. Just silence. Pain. My stomach was aching.And tears I couldn't stop anymore.I thought I could just avoid him. I thought if I stayed quiet, kept my head down, maybe this would pass. Maybe they'd move on. But overhearing that boy behind the bleachers? It didn't sound like they planned on moving on at all."Sh''s throwing herself at Jade." he'd said.And in that moment, something inside me had shifted. Fractured.No- snapped.I shouldn't let them destroy me, tell lies about me.Not like this.The next morning, I woke up cold. Not physically, but deep inside. Like something had frozen overnight and refused to thaw. I didn't touch my scarf at first. I just sat at the edge of the bed, staring down at my shoes.This version of