Tiana POV

The next day is the same as yesterday, except when I reach school, Tyson is standing near the entrance. I walk towards the entrance and he stops me.

"So you're name is Tiana," he says, smirking at me. Then gives me notes. I don't react, I just take my notes.

"Why don't you put that hoodie down?" he asks. I don't say anything.

How do you explain to someone that it's the only thing that helps you feel safe and covers bruise marks when your fucking dad hits you?

"You don't talk much do you?" he asks.

"No," I say. His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes go wide.

"So she speaks, wanna say something else to me baby girl?" he asks, smirking.

This isnt worth, I don't need this. Everytime he talks I keep thinking about how worthless I am, how worthless he probably thinks I am. I can't do it, so I walk away.

He holds my arm and pulls me back and I immediately pull my arm away from his. My breathing starts becoming harder.

"Please don't touch me," I say softly. All of a sudden it's too much. The memory of the first time my father hit me comes back to me and I shake my head, trying to shake away the memory.

"Just stay away from please," I say and walk away.

"Tiana wait," Tyson calls and I freeze in my place. Never in all my life has anyone ever said my name without a warning or a threat behind it. I wonder if this is how everyone else feels like when someone says their name.

He reaches me and smiles. "Hey Kitty."

"Hey Piggy," I say, because that's what he is, a pig. I have to keep reminding myself that he doesn't care, that nobody does, that I'm alone and that I'm too worthless for anyone to love. I can't fall for his lies.

He chuckles at the name.

"Piggy it is then. So, I was thinking, I don't really know you and I think you're quite interesting. So... Do you wanna go out for lunch today? We can skip school after lunch," he says.

He's a good actor, I'll give him that. He could convince anyone else that he actually cares. But not me, I know what I'm worth. I know I'm not interesting. I know I'm a waste if space.

"Okay. But I would rather no one know about it," I say, because isn't this why I came here today? To get a date from him?

"Wow, that's the most you've ever said to me, Kitty. And why don't you want anyone to know?" he ask.

I shrug. "Because I would rather no one saw you with me or you're social status might fall," I say.

"Why would my social status drop?," he asks. I actually snort at that.

He raises and eyebrow but smiles like he's proud of something. Of what? Getting me to snort? He's a really good actor I guess. He actually looks like he cares.

"Why do you look so... pained?" he asks.

"Because I've never talked to anyone since I was 7," I say. It's true. All I've ever used my voice for till now is to beg my father to stop and to singing or to cry every time my mom looks at me with those eyes. My father himself buys everything for the household and forces me to eat. Said something about not wanting social workers on his ass.

"Seriously?" Tyson asks, eyebrows raised and grey eyes open wide.

"Yeah," I say.

"What about your parents?" he asks and all the pain I've been trying to forget comes back. I try my best to forget it but one tear slips from my eyes and rests on my cheek. I wipe it away but I don't say anything, just stare at him. There's no need to traumatize him. Even if he is doing all this for a bet.

"Do you want to skip school for the whole day?" I ask. He looks surprised at this.

"You want to skip school for the whole day?" he asks. I nod.

"I thought you were a good girl who always goes by the rules and stuff," he says. I don't say anything.

I don't mention the fact that the only reason I come to school is the get away from the hellhole I call a house that has my own fucking blood in a few places on the furniture and so many horrible memories. Memories are always cherished by others but I loath them. They are my nightmares everyday.

"So, you wanna skip school then?" Tyson ask. I nod.

"You known you can just say 'yes' right? You have a very sexy voice, just use it," Tyson says.

"You're voice sounds so sexy when you scream in pain," father says, then kicks me in the ribs.

I shake the horrible memories away and look at him, saying "Please don't ever say that again."

He looks at me for some time, then says "Okay, Kitty."

"Thanks Piggy," is all I say to remind myself that he's a pig. That he's using me. I have to remind myself that he doesn't really care after all.

He smiles. I wonder what it's like to smile. It must be nice.

"Why do you never smile?" he asks.

"I don't have any reason to," I say.

He reaches forward to take my hand but I pull back before he can. The sudden motion makes my hoodie fall down and my hair to fall out of its loose bun. My hair falls all over my face and I push it away, tucking it behind my ears.

I look back at Tyson and he's looking at me with a mixture of wonder and awe. He's a very good actor. He must've taken classes.

"Why don't you ever lower your hoodie?" he asks. I don't answer. I just put my hair back in a bun and pull my hoodie over my head.

"Let's go," I say. He smirks.

"I had already planned on asking you out today and on the off chance that you agreed on coming with me, I bought my motorcycle. Hope you don't mind," he says, still smirking.

"I don't," I say. He looks surprised again.

"Well then let's go. We're going to my favorite café, if that's okay with you. Or do you have any place in mind?" Tyson asks.

"We'll go to the café," I say, because I don't know where else to go.

"Okay," he says. He looks like he's going to take my hand again so I cross my hands over my chest. He shrugs.

We both walk over to his motorcycle and he gets on it.

"Do you need any help getting on it?" he ask.

"No," I say and get on the motorcycle.

"You're gonna have to hold on to me Kitty," he says, smirking.

"I won't," I say. He shrugs, then starts the vehicle. I pull the hoodie tightly with the strings and tie it.

And then I feel the wind. The speed. And it's exhilarating. It's exciting. It's the most I've felt in a long time. The winds whips past me, slowing time, speeding time. Making everything blurry. Making everything beautiful.

When we reached the café a few minutes later, I'm disappointed. That was the most fun I've had in forever.

"Wow. You actually didn't hold onto me. You didn't even touch me. That's.. impressive," Tyson says. He looks slightly hurt. He's a very good actor.

I shrug, looking wistfully at the motorcycle. Then I remember the date and look away.

"Let's go," I say.

"Aren't you eager," he says, smirking. I don't say anything. He sighs. I guess it must be disappointing knowing he's going to loose the bet.

He walks inyo the small café and I follow him. This is the first time I've ever been in a café.

I look around the place. It's so peaceful here. There aren't many people so that's good. The smell of coffee wafts through the air, making me a lot more comfortable than before.

Tyson gestures for me to follow him and goes to one of the tables in the corner. I follow him and sit on the chair opposite to where he's sitting.

"So, you're name is Tiana Collins. As you may know, my name is Tyson Bent. But you can call me Ty or Piggy. You're wish," he says, smiling.

"Okay," I say.

"Okay," he says, smirking.

"If you say okay again, I will stab you," I say.

He smirks. "Will you?"

"Whatever, Piggy," I say. He doesn't care, he doesn't care, he doesn't care I keep saying in my head. He just wants to sleep with you to win a bet...

Just then a waitress comes to our table, her eyes trained on Tyson like a predator stalking her prey. She has blonde hair, pulled into a ponytail, and black eyes. She's pretty too.

"Hello, my name is Nina and I'll be your waitress. What'll you be having today?" she ask, looking at Tyson.

"I won't be having anything but Tiana over here might," Tyson says.

"Okay then, what'll your sister be having?" she asks.

Tyson chuckles and says "She's not my sister."

The waitress scowls, then schools her features into a forced smile and turns to me, asking "What'll you be having?"

"Just a black coffee," I say.

"Boring," I hear her mumble under her breathe as she writes it down, but loud enough for both me and Tyson to hear. I chuckle at this and hear Tyson gasp. The waitress raises an eyebrow at Tyson, but walks away none the less.

"You...you laughed," he says, looking at me with so much suprise, it almost surpasses mine. Because I have never been more surprised than I am now. I laughed.

"Well more like chuckled," I say.

"Damn... Can you please put the hoodie down?" he asks. I think about this for a second. I don't have any bruises on my face, I made sure of that, and I don't really have anything to loose.

"Okay," I say and pull my hoodie down, removing my hair from its bun in the process. Tyson stares at me.

"You're beautiful," he breathes. I smile, even though I know its all lies and I'm probably the ugliest girl he has ever seen, even though I know what he's saying isn't true. He just wants to sleep with me for the bet. He doesn't care. He shouldn't.

"Oh my god you have dimples!" he exclaims. I'm honestly surprised by this information. I stop smiling. No normal person should be surprised by that.

"I do?" I ask. He looks pained for a second.

"How do you not know that?" he asks, looking sad.

"I never smile," I say.

"Does that mean I'm special, Kitty?" he asks, smirking, though he looks he's trying to hide his sadness. I don't tell him that I'm planning to end my pain in less ethical ways but want to experience being normal before that. I don't say anything.

He sighs. "So we're back to the 'no speaking' stage," he says. I don't say anything. He sighs again.

"Alright, what do you do when you're bored, Kitty?" he asks.

"Draw, paint, read a book, write a few songs and I do a bit of singing too. I can even play the guitar," I say. It's true. Before my father comes home I have about 3 to 4 hours of free time. Its the only way to express myself.

He smiles. "See, now we're getting somewhere," he says.

"What about you?" I ask. He looks surprised that I asked him something.

"Well, don't tell anyone because it might ruin my "bad boy" image, but I love reading. It's just so fascinating to read about other people's thoughts and expressions in particular situations. For some reason, I also compare what the protagonist did and what I would have done in their situation. It's also so exciting when you can actually relate to the main character," he says excitedly, then smiles sheepishly.

"Sorry, I got carried away," he says. I wave away the apology.

"Good to know you're not just a pretty face," I say.

He gives me a lopsided smile. Its the first time I've seen a smile that bright.

Just then the waitress, Nina, comes back. Her eyes roam my face and she scowls again.

"Here's your black coffee," she says. Placing the cup down. I don't say anything. She scowls again.

"What? Are you too good to talk to or something?" she asks, though I know I don't actually have to talk to her.

"SPEAK TO ME!! Are you too good to speak to me now?" father says, pulling my hair back.

I look away from her and say softly "I don't have anything to say."

I look back at her. She must've seen something in my eyes because she hugs me. Hugs me.

I've never been hugged before. Ever.

"Whatever you're going through, it'll get better," she says softly into my ears.

"Don't worry, it'll all end in a week. Just one week more," I say for her ears only.

Her eyes go wide and she looks at me with a little bit of terror.

"Give me your phone," she says, or more like demands. That tone, I hate that tone. I squeeze my eyes shut to prevent the memories from flooding in. I don't want to give her my phone. But I can never disobey when that tone is used. I give her my phone. She types something in and there's a ping noise from the pocket of her jeans.

"We will be getting in touch, Tiana. You're not alone," she says. She hugs me again. I don't move. I don't breathe. I don't like being touched. I push her away. I don't like being touched. I push her harder. She lets go abruptly.

"I don't like being touched," I say. I hate the way my voice wavers. She smiles sympathetically and walks away.

"What was that about?" Tyson asks. I shrug.

"Lets continue our conversation," I say, a little desperatly. He looks at me for a few seconds, then shrugs.

"Well, other than reading, I play the drums a bit, I love swimming and I do kick boxing and some martial arts," he says.

"We can start our own band," I say, giving him a small smile. It feels weird to smile. I probably look uglier than I did before I smiled. I stop smiling.

He gives me the same lopsided smile. The one that lights up his face.

"It'll be just us two. We'll be called 'The Kitty and the Piggy'," he says, still smiling the same smile.

I smile slightly. Just one more week. One more week of pretending. One more week of enduring the pain. After that, I wont have to feel crushed every day of my life. I don't have to feel heavy. I don't have to feel so fucking depressed.

Just then my phone pings.

Nina: You're not alone.

That's what she thinks. I've been alone all my life. I put the phone away.

Tyson raises an eyebrow in question. I shake my head, smiling slightly and his shoulders relax in relief.

I'm so good at pretending.
-----
Okay that's it. Hope you guys like it!! The cover was given by bordummy
Check her out!! (if you haven't already)She's an amazing writer!!

Vote and Comment!!

*Waves*
Bye:)