Look With Your Eyes Open, Kelles [electronic book reader .txt] 📗

Introduction

Cheyanne

I'm Cheyanne. I'm fifteen years old. I live in Los Angeles. A lot of people would love to live out here. But I don't. Here, its all about what you look like. Not in the sense of race, but what your wearing and how your hair is. People here don't look at your personality, they look at what you appear to be on the outside. I guess I'm what you could call pretty. At my school I was named whore of the year. But no one actually took the chance to actually ask me what really happened. I wasn't even interested in the football or basketball players. Once the leader of all of them, the best player on our football, team Mark Hooper, started to mess with me, so did his stupid football jock asshole followers. I was gang raped. After school, I had forgot some things out of my locker, so I went back to go get them. I should have paid more attention to my surroundings. I didn't notice them following me and watching my every move. "Hey Cheyanne." I gulped. I knew that voice, and I hated that voice too. "H-hey." "Why have you been so cold lately?" I didn't know what he was talking about. Why did he want me? Why not the cheerleader with the biggest boobs and ass. Why me? I didn't answer. I tried to leave but the others blocked my path. "Don't run." He smacked me. I fell to the ground. I pretended to be a little off, but to tell the truth, I was wide awake. He ripped off my clothes and I laid there naked. Then he started unzipping his pants. "No!" I pleaded. Then he grabbed my mouth tightly and told me to be quiet. They put tape around my mouth. Then he removed it and kissed me. He then raped me. And then he told the others to do the same. I felt like a whore. I don't get why they chose me. I never paid any attention to them. I was a quite girl. It hurt so bad. I was a virgin. I wasn't ready for this. Tears rolled down my face. Then they left me there and took my clothes. Luckily I had some clothes in my locker so I put them on and headed home. Random strangers on the street asked me what was wrong, but how could I tell them? They wouldn't understand. That was last year.


Jake

My name's Jake. I'm your average guy. But thats only what I pretend to be. I live in La, a place many dream of being. But trust me the fast life isn't that great. Yeah, people say I'm the nicest guy they've ever met. Being nice has its perks, but it doesn't necessarily attract girls to me. I've had loads of girlfriends. The sad part is most of them I've met at shelters or hospitals or something like that. My perfect girl isn't exactly those type. Girls at my school tend to like the bad boys, or the athletic ones like my best friend Evan. Well , its time for the last year of high school.I'm actually looking forward to it. But who isn't? Its the last year! You'd be a full not to.

Allison

My names Allison. Some call me emo or goth. My mom calls me a bitch. In middle school and elmentary I was never like this. I had friends, a family , and everything you could everything a young girl could want. But what happened after that I don't like to talk about. Its not like I have someone to talk about it with anyway. Since everyone thinks I'm either scary or weird, no one bothers to even look at me. At first it kind of bothered me, but since I myself decided to take on this hatred to life and emo style, I should of slappe myself because why would I expect people not to react that way. It's the last year of high school and I'm still wondering how I made it this far. Not grade wise because you'd never guess but I'm a straight A student. Its not like my mom cares though, I once tried to show her my report card and she snatched it and threw her cigarette on it.


Evan

My name's Evan. Star of the soccer team, blah blah blah. All the girls want me because I have the best looks (not to sound conceited). But they never actually look at my personality. I'm starting to wonder if personality even counts nowadays. I guess not. I've dated a lot of girls, but none of them were the one, but of course I couldn't let them know that. I act like I like all the girls over me and having a new girl everyday , but to tell the truth it gets old and I hate it. But I'd never tell anyone that. Not even my best friend Jake. I'm looking forward to the last year. Hopefully I'll find what I'm looking for, but I probably won't because its only high school..right?


Chapter 1

Cheyanne

"Cheyanne wake up your almost late for school!"
"Well I guess I should stay in bed then."
"Chey stop being such a downer and hurry up and get dressed!"
"Ugh, okay."
My mom didn't even know. She was so wrapped up in her new boyfriend and job that she barely ever asked me how was school. She worked at a law firm and had the looks and body of a 20 year old model. And how would it look on her rep if people found out that her perfect daughter was gang raped? Not very good. I got dresse, went downstairs, grabbed the toast and eggs our housekeeper Mira made and headed out the door.

Jake

"Oh shit, I'm gonna be late!"
I hated being late for school, because if I was my dad would have to take me which I definitely wanted to avoid. My dad was a motivational speaker, so sometimes he would get work confused with his home responsibilities and give me some long lecture of how it was not good to slam doors because your slamming the door of opportunity. It was kind of funny though, how he tried to make sense when he lectured me, but ended up talking complete bullshit. I ran outside and had never been so relieved to see my mom sitting in the car fixing her makeup.
"Damnit Jake, you scared me!"
I laughed. Sometimes I felt like my mom was the same age as me.

Allison

The funny thing is, I didn't even really have to continue school.
"I don't even know why you still go to school. Who are you trying to impress? Not me, because I don't give a shit!"
"Maybe I want to because I can get into a good college and become something great, not a drunk, lazy, shitload mother like you are!"
And I walked out. I know that was harsh, but she's said way more harsh things to me like that before, so she takes it lightly. I guess that is why I come to school. And maybe because at school I can just focus on my thoughts and my grades and not have to worry about my mom or anything that I have to worry about when I'm at home. I always get to school early and sit in the hallway and read a book.
"Ouch! Shit!"
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, is it bleeding? I can get you a band-aid.."
Oh my gosh , it was Evan, the star soccer player that all the girls liked. I never paid that much attention to him, but he's actually really hot. Wait, my fingers bleeding.
"Sorry, maybe thats why they tell me not to where my cleats inside school...so um..do you still want that band-aid?"
"Oh, yeah , sure."
He searched in his backpack for a pretty longtime then handed me a band-aid.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Your not gonna sue me for this are you?"
Then we both laughed. Then he looked in my eyes, and it wasn't a regular looking in the eye, it was like there was a spark.
"I, um, have to go.."
"Yeah me too, see you around?"
"Um, sure."
What the hell just happened?
I went into my first class and sat down. And for the first time in a long time, I started to daydream about him.

Evan

That girl was still on my mind. I haven't had a girl on my mind like this since like elementary. There was something about her. I don't know what it was but she was all I could think about. I hated early morning practice, it was so annoying. The only good thing was we got to get out of first period which was my least favorite subject math. After practice Jake came up to me.
"Hey bro, ready for that history test?"
"Bro?"
"Yeah?"
"What the hell is wrong with you, are you like in space or something? Wait...I know, its a girl!"
"Shut up , you don't know anything."
"I know that your my best friend and I haven't seen you daydream about a girl like that since like elmentary."
Damn.I forgot this guy was my best friend so of course he would know.
"So who's the lucky girl?"
"I don't know her name."
"Wait, you the player of the century couldn't even get a girls name? This is epic."
"She was different man, its not funny!"
"Alright , alright I'm sorry dude. Shit here comes Ms. Pearson, we should hurry and get to class."
I finished my test and then started thinking about her again. What the hell is wrong with me?

Cheyenne

The drive to school was as dreadful as watching paint dry. I wanted to switch schools so bad, but my ignorant mother had to have me go to a school that didn't cost so much and was good education. And Johnson High fit that exact criteria. I wanted to tell her so bad. I didn't want to have to face the faces that replay in my head everyday. They've caused so many of the bad dreams I constantly have. So many times I've woke up screaming alone. While my mother is out entertaining business partners or entertaining her various boy toys. She buys me love. Anything I ask, my mom gives our housekeeper Mira money to buy it. Mira is so loyal. If I were her I'd take the money my mom gives her just to buy stuff but she does whatever she is asks.My mom bought me a Porsche on my 16th birthday. Its a wonder how I've kept it up to par and from getting hijacked or something. As I pulled into the school, I parked and sat there taking a deep breath. I was super late, but I only had two classes so it didn't matter. Of course with my mom being a lawyer I was super smart, so grades were never a problem. When I walked into class everyone stared at me with disgust. The usual.