Scars (Part I)

"Hey, Jason," said a classmate as he walked down the hall. Jason smiles showing his dimples. He was Mr. Popular. He played all the sports and was friends with everyone. He was just adorable. But there was something not right, something weird. He would always hid his hands. He would walk with his hands in his pockets as if he didn't want the world to see them. He didn't. He had these horrible scars on his hands. He never explained how he got them to anyone. It was too painful a memory to talk about. The scars reminded him of her, Lexi.