[four] City Lines & Street Signs ((Pierre Bouvier))

Pierre's face took on a puzzled expression. "what?"
You rolled your eyes. Obviously, he knew your reputation with people at school. How hard was it to figure out that you hadn't ever had a real relationship? "You heard what i said."
"Morgan-" He stammered, looking for the right words, "I don't know what to say."
"What is there to say? You ask why I am the way I am, now you know. I've never had a guy tell me he loved me, or that i was pretty. No guy has ever even taken the time to get to know me, and it's all because..." You stopped, realizing how much of a pitty case you really sounded like. Pierre looked sympathetic. He sat on the bed next to you, staring out the window into the grey skies.
"Because why?" He asked, not looking away from the window.
This was when the real truth was going to come out. The whole story behind your rebelious ways, the story no one really knew, and probably would never expect.
"I was." You choked on the words.
"was what?" he looked you straight in the eyes. "Morgan?"
"When I was about 13, when i still lived in the US, i was abused. My mom had a boyfriend who used to hurt me, and tell me I was ugly. He used to tell me no guy would ever like me, and that people only pretended to like me because they felt sorry for me. He used to beat me up, basically do anything to get me to fight with him. Then, my mom took me and my brother and we moved here, where she met Dan, the guy I call my father now. Hes my adopted father. When i moved here, I changed. I became what I am now. I figured if I wasnt pretty, and no guy would ever like me, why try? Whats the use in being friendly when no one is going to like me? Be rebelious, be mean and nasty to everyone, it will be better off that way. Pierre, you don't understand, I am this way because this is how i was meant to be." Tears started to stream down your cheeks. You pulled your knees to your chest and hid your face. in your hands.
Pierre sat for a few minutes, taking everything you had just said in. You felt him climb beside you and his arm wrap around your shoulders.Feeling helpless, you fell to his side. Your crying subsided, leaving you with puffy eyes and smeared make up.
"Morgan" Pierre said, running his hand up and down your back for comfort. You looked up at him, not saying anything. "None of that stuff about you is true. You're beautiful. And eventhough you may hide it, your more then mean and nasty. Honestly, last night i learned more about you then i thought i ever would, and it only made me like you more. I see past this whole disguise. Your a sweet, sparkling green eyed girl, who im sure a lot of people would kill to be aquainted with."
You had never had anyone say anything like that to you. You were udderly speechless.
"Thanks, pierre" Was all you managed to get out. You wrapped your arms around him, and he did the same, it was something you never pictured. You, and the boy who chased you your freshmen year, sitting on your bed, hugging after he had heard the one thing you swore no one would ever find out about. But somehow, for once in your life, you felt safe, you felt wanted, you felt loved.