Left To Survive

XVIII

22 March

12 AM

꧁ Alisha ꧂

Another day of school. Another day of bullying. I had no idea how they were going to treat me after they got beaten up by Yara.

Of course, I was very grateful to her for helping me out, but I had the feeling that it would only make the bullying worse.

And I was right. 

At lunch they poured soup from the cafeteria all over me. That was actually... awful. I cried, the whole cafeteria laughed. They kept laughing until I ran away to the bathroom, and after I left the big room I could still feel their stares in my back and hear their laughter drum in my ears.

In the toilet room of the school there was no one, thank God. It was becoming so hard to deal with all this stuff. Of course, I always knew that the bullying, and all the words that they say, it was all fake. Not true. I know I was worth much more... But after some time even the strongest people start doubting. And so did I. What if they were right?

Maybe there really was a reason to all of this, maybe I should try harder. But harder what? I was literally doing nothing wrong.

There was one person who could help me. After refreshing myself and washing away the salty cafeteria soup out of my hair, I locked myself in a bathroom stall (in case someone came in) and took out my phone from my pocket. I sat down and started texting Yara.

Me: Hey Yara, can we talk? I'm not feeling the best :/

I went and read some random story on wattpad while I waited for an answer.

Ten minutes later and still no answer. She was probably busy. It was 12:45 now, and class started in 15 minutes. She was probably just busy with her friends at her school.

Which made me even more sad. I couldn't remember a time where I had friends in my class. Maybe 4 years ago? And in the end, they didn't even turn out to be real friends. They left me hanging with no looking back when people started teasing me.

It was almost 1 PM, and still no answer from Yara. I sighed. I took my backpack and opened the bathroom stall to go to my class, but I bumped into someone.

"Oh I'm sorry, I-" I started, but then stop talking, because I bumped into a guy. In the girls' bathroom. I stared at him like an idiot.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. The guy seemed hurt. "I was going to the bathroom...?" He told me, lightly lowering his face and raising his eyebrows.

Wait a minute. He was hot. The blood directly rushed to my cheeks and turned me into a tomato. His skin was as gold as caramel candy, and with his full lips, defined jawline and big, pure brown eyes, he seemed to stare directly into my soul.

I stopped staring at him when I realized that my jaw dropped. I looked at his chin instead, that was on the same level as my eyes. He had some razor cuts from... razoring?

"Are you okay?" the guy asked me. I didn't realize how big the silence was that fell. I looked back into his eyes and stumbled "W- well, yeah, of course! It's j- just that I- Well, th- this is the girl's bathroom, a- and well, you're, obviously, not a girl, I mean, look at you, a- and now well, I am, in fact, a girl, and so well I-"

He put his strong big hands on my shoulders and I stared into his green magical eyes. "It's okay, no need to panic," he told me, "I was only coming here because I didn't find the way to the guys' bathroom, and I really had to go... you know." I slowly nodded. His words were hypnotizing me.

The guy took his hands back and smiled at me. "Well, it was nice meeting you, ...?" He raised his eyebrows in question at me. After a few awkward seconds I realized he was asking me my name. "Oh! I'm Alisha," I say, "Or Lisha! Both is good. Or call me anything you want!" He softly chuckled. Why did I add that last part? Oh God, I'm bad at this. This was embarrassing.

The guy waved at me and turned around to leave for class. Wait a minute. "Wait!" I yelled. He turned around. "What's your name?" I asked him. Don't ask me where the confidence came from.

"Ah, I see. I'm Jaden. But, of course, call me anything you want," he answered, winked at me, and left for good now. 

He left me as a little melted pool of feelings. What just happened to me? Trust me, this usually doesn't happen to me. Jaden. The name sounded beautiful, perfect for him. Jaden.