The Silent Treatment

*ummm Hi! This is my first time writing in this point of view, so I'm pretty much a beginner. I'll try to make the most of it. Hope you like it! ~Poptartsonfire. P.s. This story is completely original, made by very own brain. THIS STORY IS COPYWRITED! Other than that, enjoy!*

'Smooth move dimwit.' I mentally shouted as I weaved through the massive amounts of people crowding through the halls of Bristmont High. I struggled to get to my locker and heard someone shouting my name, but I took no notice of it. Why bother? I opened up my locker just in time to see my best friend, Galileo, scrambling up to me with his arms flailing. He was so intent on his destination that he almost knocked over a girl unlucky enough to be in his way. She glared daggers at him as he continued on his destructive path.

"DANNON!" He shouted when he finally made it over, unaware of his actions.

I gave him a look.

"How did it go?!?" He asked refering to the incident that happened not long ago. He had set me up with a girl to try to interact (speak) with... and interacting with people is not in my DNA. Period.

He must of recognized my look of terror because he let out a long sigh.

"It was that bad huh?"

I nodded, a blush forming on my cheeks.

"Well, my silent friend. What is it going to take to get you to speak?"

That's right. I don't speak unless in an extreme emergency, which has never happened in the eight years since I banished my voice for good.

I shrugged at him and gently closed my locker. I turned and walked away to my next class with Leo in tow.

Soon a group of cheerleaders sitting at a table came into view. One of them looked up and giggled something to the rest of the group. I tried to ignore them as I made my way past but failed.

"Hi Dannon!" A few of them giggled again and waved in my direction.

I awkwardly waved back like the turtle I am and hurried away.

"Dude!" Leo exclaimed in awe. "You gotta teach me how to do that."

I shrugged again. There was nothing special about me. Sure, I heard the cheerleaders gossip about me being the silent mysterious hottie, but I don't take it to heart. It's not right for me to be cocky. And since when does silent mean mysterious? The girls mind is something to marvel at I suppose. No guy can understand what goes on in there.

We reached the class, which happened to be English, with a minute to spare. I sighed in relief. There is nothing I hate more than being late. I slid into a seat and Leo took one next to me as always. I yawned and stretched, feeling a bit drowsy. Leo noticed this and patted my back in a friendly way.

"Last class of the day dude. You can go home and sleep after this."

I shot him an appreciating look and laid my head on my desk. When did I get a headache? It doesn't matter. Last class of the day and all. I'm glad I have a caring friend like Galileo. He's the only person that's been there for me even before I gave up my voice. He never questioned it either and was greatful that I didn't have to explain. I wasn't ready yet.

The rest of the class went by fairly quickly despite the worsening headache now throbbing at my temples. I barley payed attention though. By the time the school bell bad rung I decided I needed to get home. Fast. I tried to stand, but my legs refused to cooperate and my arms started to feel like jelly. By this time, the classroom had cleared and Leo waited for me beside the door.

"Dannon! We gotta go." He excalaimed impatiently.

I blinked several times, unable to focus on him. Everything suddenly went blurry and I felt myself falling from my chair. I braced myself for the impact but it never came. I barely felt anything anymore. My breathing hitched and came out in shallow breaths. I barely heard the shouts of alarm and the presence of a person to my right. I fought for consciousness as I struggled for breath. Then there was nothing but darkness.