She Helped Me

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I stepped onto the bus with my heavy back pack on one shoulder. I wore grey sweats with a navy blue cami top, black converse with several gold chains and a black beanie. The bus driver glanced me up and down then nodded to me. "Good morning," he said with a fake smile.
I didn't respond. I scanned my ID then quickly found an empty seat. I put my hoody on and looked out the window, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Within 5 minutes of the ride, the bus stops at a corner, a couple kids waiting there. I hold my backpack close to me, hiding my face. I heard the scanner beeping as they scanned their IDs. I screwed my eyes shut as the beeping reminded me of the horrible memory of my fathers heart monitor. I tried to direct my thoughts in a different direction.
"Excuse me?"
I looked up, keeping most of my face hidden.
"Can I sit here?" Asked the girl. I nodded slowly then looked down.
The girl smiled and sat down beside me. I glanced at her. She had pale skin with insanely white hair and dark freckles. Black coat and bright jeans.
She caught me looking at her and she blinked at me. "You ok?" She said with a small laugh.
My face went red and I shrugged. "Im good. Sorry," I said nervously with a side smile at her.
"Oh, ok then! I'm Kaylira," she smiled.
I cleared my throat. "Ah, ok."
Kaylira awkwardly glanced at her hands then looked away.
I felt guilty for not saying my name but I was way to nervous.
We pulled up to 3 more stops then we're on our way to the school. As we got closer, my heart rate when through the fucking roof and my palms were sweaty as hell. I bit my bottom lip and looked over the seat to see the giant high school. Ferinanda High.
I pulled my backpack onto my back and waited.
The girl next to me stood up when the bus stopped. I stood up as well and followed her off the bus. She seemed to notice me staying behind her and she glanced over her shoulder. "You new here?" She asked, slowing down to walk next to me.
I nodded, my cheeks glowing red.
She nodded and opened the door to the school, holding it open for me. "Thanks," I said quietly.
She followed behind me. "No problem. Do you need help finding your classes?"
I looked at my schedule. I had 7 classes. But it was really hard to tell how they organize the school. "Um, yeah, thanks," I shyly smile. She smiles back. "Alright, what's your first class?"
"Math," I sigh.
"Math in the morning? What's that about," she laughs, leading me up a flight of stairs. I shrugged and followed.
"What school did you go to before this one," she asked over her shoulder.
"I was home schooled."
"Oh wow. Must have been nice," she says as we reach the top floor.
"Not really. Quite boring," I say quietly.
My heart started to beat faster. My social anxiety was at its highest and I had to get away from her.
"Can we hurry to my class," I say, clearing my throat.
Kaylira nodded and lead me to a classroom. "Here it is. Nice meeting you," she smiles.
I nod. "Thanks."
"Of course. Cya later."
"Mhm-"
I stepped into the classroom. I was late. Damn it. First day and I'm already late. All of the class looks up at me. My face turns beat red and I get really sweaty. I stand awkwardly with the class staring. Everything was silent. The teacher looked up from her desk. "Hi, are you the new student?" She says politely.
I nod nervously.
"Oh goody. There is a seat in the back," she smiles then continues with her work.
I gulp and face the class. Everyone kept staring.
I glanced around and saw an empty seat all the way in the back of the room. I hurried over and settled down, pulling my hood over my head.
Everyone else was working on some papers, I didn't have anything. I sat not knowing what to do. Moments later, a guy leaned back and faced me. "Hey new girl," he says with a smirk.
I ignore him and look at my fidgeting hands in my lap.
"Gonna be like that huh?"
I shrug.
"Never mind."
I get nervous as he keeps staring at me. Then he finally turns back around.
I sigh and rest my head in my arms on the desk.
•••••
Finally the school bell rings for the end of the day and I hurry out the door. I don't have the bus after school so I walk. As I'm slowly making my way down the road I hear foot steps thumping on the sidewalk behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see the guy from math catching up to me. I clear my throat and keep walking.
"Hey, wait up," he calls to me. Once he made it to my side he nudges my arm with his. I start to sweat again and clutch my hands together.
"You're awfully quiet," he jokes.
"I guess," I say quietly and kick a small rock a ways down the sidewalk.
"I'm Allan," he introduces himself.
"Arayna," I respond.
"Take that hood off, it's like 90 degrees," he says in exasperation.
I shake my head and continue walking with my head down, holding the straps of my bag. "I'd rather keep it on," I remark.
"Ah, your one of those girls," he says, nodding.
I blink. Is that supposed to be a bad thing? I couldn't tell so I had no response.
"Always shut up in yourself, self absorbed. Don't care about anyone else," he says with a teasing smirk.
"I-" I hesitate. "You're right. So leave me the fuck alone," I say with a frown.
Before I could even react, I feel hands press into the side of me and push me sideways. I silently fall into the grass off of the sidewalk. "What the fuck," I shout at him, standing up.
"Don't talk to me like that," he glared at me.
I walk up to him. "Don't push me."
He laughs and rolls his eyes. "Or what twig arms," he teases.
That's it. I throw at hard punch to his face and step back.
His head jerks to the side and he grunts, wiping his now bloody lip. I giggle, satisfied. I turn around and start walking.
Why did he push me? I didn't do anything. I told him to leave me alone. Am I not aloud to swear? He's not the boss of me. I clench my sore fist, a tear falling from my eye. I don't know why o feel so sad. I have no reason. Oh wait, I'm alive. That's why I'm sad.
I put my hands in my pocket. Just then I feel a buzz come from my pant pocket. That's unusual. I never get notifications. I pull my phone out to see Billie Eilish texted me. A smile tugs at my lips. She wants to talk to me. Of all people, she wants to talk to a sad, pathetic person like me. I shrug and check to see what she said.
Billie: hey, was wondering if you could meet at West Point park?
Me: um, sure!
Billie: typing....
Just then a force pushing me forward and my phone flys onto the road. My knees slam into the ground and my hands skid down the hard concrete. My nose crushes onto the ground and I feel a small pop. "Fuck," I yell.
I turn my head to see Allan standing there, laughing. "Don't punch me again, you fucking punk," he warns.
I sit up then hunch over, blood dripping from my face. The palms of my hands are shredded. I groan in pain.
He pushes my head forward, slamming my head into the ground. I shout as my head bounces back against the concrete. My head starts pounding and I feel a bump already forming.
"That'll teach ya," he smirks then steps around me, continuing to walk.
I clutch my head and start crying. Everything hurts. Burns. I try to stand up but my knees hurt so bad. I then remembered my phone was tossed into the road. I push myself to my feet and hobble over to where my phone lay. I picked it up to see many scratch marks on the side and the screen. "Shit," I say quietly. I sit on the curb.
Billie: I'm here. When will you get here
Me: can you pick me up
Billie: sure. Why? You ok? Something wrong?
Me: idk. Just come.
Billie: alright. Be there in 5
I wince. Blood starts pouring out of my nose and I dig in my backpack for a piece of paper. I rip one out of my note book and try to soak up the blood. It gets all over my hands so I throw the paper and use my sleeve. I hold the sleeve up to my nose. After a few minutes i see a black car pull onto the road and speed up to where I am. Billie gets out of the car and rushes to me. "Oh fuck. What the fuck happened?" She asked, frowning and bending down beside me.
I start sobbing. "Some kid pushed me," I break out, leaning forward.
Billie holds me tight in her arms. "Who," she says, upset.
"Some kid named Allan," I choke over my tears. "It hurts like hell."
"I'm so sorry. I'll find him for you alright?"
"That's not necessary," I say quietly, melting into her arms. Billie pulls away and squeezes my arms tight, looking at me. "Yes it is. Imma beat his ass. I don't care what you say. He's dead ok?"
I laugh a little. "Ok," I smile slightly.
Billie lightly touched the bump on my head with the tip of her finger. I wince. "Ow," I say, clenching my teeth.
"I'll bring you back to my house."
I widen my eyes. "What?? Your house? The one you wrote all you music in?" I gush in awe.
Billie laughs and stands up. "Yup." She holds her hand out. "Can you stand?" She asks, face covered in concern.
I screw my eyes shut and try to stand. I almost fall but Billie catches me and picks me up.
I silently scream in amazement and pain at the same time. Omg I can't believe she's holding me.
Billie holds me close and carry's me to her car, setting me in the passenger seat. My knee bangs on the dash board. I flinch but try not to react like a damn child.
Billie gets into the drivers seat. She glanced at me with worry then speeds down the road to her house.
•••••
"Arayna, wake up," I hear a soft gentle voice say.
My eyes flicker open and I rub them, wincing from the pain. Everything is really sore. I see Billie leaning over me, gazing over my wounds. "Let's get you cleaned up alright?" She says, picking me up in her arms.
I relax my head on her shoulder and nod.
Next thing I know, I'm in a small bathroom. She sets me on the toilet and starts digging in a medicine cabinet. I stare at her. She's oh so amazing. Hot, sweet, pretty, beautiful. All those words. Very gentle and kind. She's like the perfect human being. And then me, the opposite from perfect. I never thought I would be sitting on her toilet covered in injuries and her about to treat me. Dream come true. I sigh in pain, my head throbbing like hell.
Billie leans over with alcohol wipes and paper towels. Bandages and ice packs. She starts cleaning all the blood off. I feel her breath against my lips as she cleans my forehead. I glance at her mouth, blushing. So soft and plush looking. I bite my bottom lip and start fidgeting nervously with my fingers. Billie then bends down and tends to my knees. Her hair fell to her face and it brushed against my leg. I never thought she would be touching me. At all. I'm any ways. Even her hair touching me, let alone her carrying me. Billie catches me staring and smiles. "You'll be ok," she says soothingly.
I blush and look away to the side. "Thanks."
She nods. "Let me see your hands," she says, grabbing more alcohol wipes. I turn my hands over.
She gently grabs my left hand and examines it. Her skin is so soft. So, so soft on my hands. I close my eyes and relax as she starts rubbing the alcohol into the scrapes on my hands. I wince as it starts stinging. Not that bad though. Moments later she sets everything down and looks up at me. "All done. You should feel better tomorrow," she smiles and stands up.
I smile back. "Thanks," I say shyly.
Billie nods and helps me up. I wished she would carry me again. But I didn't ask.
She lead me to her room and she closed the door. "How long can you stay?" She asks, sitting on a bed that was in the corner.
I shrug. "I don't know. I don't even really have a home I want to go back to."
Billie gave me a sad smile. "I'm here if you ever want to talk to me."
I blush. "Thanks... well I won't go into detail but, my family is having trouble with money. No body ever pays attention to me. And my mother just got a foster girl. I don't want attention but it hurts when you know someone you have lived with all your life doesnt care about you." I started fidgeting with my hands. "I don't even know why I'm telling you this. I dont even know you and, you have a lot of shit you have to deal with already." I guiltily looked away.
Billie shrugged. "I have a lot of shit to deal with yes, but I want you to be able to talk to me. I really don't mind." She smiled. I looked at her and smiled back. Then I cleared my throat. "So, uh, how's being a famous celebrity going for ya," I say awkwardly.
Billie laughed and tilted her head. "I mean, it's rough. But I guess it's better than nothing."
I frown. "What? Isn't it just amazing?"
Billie shook her head. "No way. It's fucking hard. Very very hard to deal with. Lots of stress and anxiety. Constantly traveling. It's tough bro." She sighs.
I shrug. "I knew there was stress and everything but I didn't really think about how much traveling and shit you do."
Billie shrugs. "At least I get to live out my dream," she says with a small laugh and smile.
She started rambling on but I just observed her. Her beautiful, perfectly placed features. The way she moved. Plus, it's not everyday that you see this girl smile. She always has that resting bitch face. I smile at the thought. But she's smiling around me. It made me smile too.
"Arayna?"
I blink and come back into the real world. "Uh, sorry," I say, face turning bright red.
Billie laughed. "All good."
I laughed nervously. Billie licked her lips and laid on her back, staring at the ceiling. I awkwardly sat still, not knowing where to go, how to move, where to move.
Billie nudged my arm. "C'monn. Lay down. No need to be all proper. Outside of traveling. I'm a normal person you know," she sighed.
"I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean it that      way-" I stutter nervously. Then I lay down on my back beside her.
Billie laughed and looked at me. I looked at her a smiled a bit. I had this warm, safe, secure feeling spreading inside me and for the first time in my life, I felt- happy. Safe. Like I didn't have to hide my feelings. It was weird but... definitely not a bad feeling. My smile grew bigger and I started laughing beside her. We lay there laughing our fucking heads off for no reason. I was happy. She was happy. We were happy.

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