The crystal truth

Chapter 3

I stared after him.

"Nah... Sucha pretty name...." I lamented.

I stood there, dazed, recounting our unforgettable encounter. Then the second bell rang and I realized I had to get to class or I was gonna be late and Mr. Alfred was gonna have my head.

There was no one in the hallways. I rushed past the classrooms until I reached where my homeroom was being held and barged in and shouted:

"I'm sorry I'm late!"

Everybody turned towards me, including Stacy. She snickered and whispered something to her minions. Expecting it to be something mean, I shut my eyes and blushed.

God, why was this happening to me! I felt my teacher's glare on me and heard him sigh.

"If today was any day other than today you would be in big trouble, but since today is today I'll let it slide. Now sit down before you embarrass yourself further today."

I kept my head down the entire walk to my seat. When I passed by Stacy's chair she stuck out her foot, which was wearing impossibly high designer heels, which probably cost more than my entire existence.

And because I'm oh so clumsy, I tripped! I fell face first into the floor with a loud crunch. I felt blood drip from my nose.

"Oops... Didn't see you there, sowwy." Stacy laughed over me.

I felt my eyes water and rushed to my seat. I was just about to sit but someone, presumably Stacy, pulled my chair from underneath my butt. I landed on the floor with a thud.

I couldn't take it anymore and ran out the door towards the bathroom.

"Well, children, let me introduce our new student.... Wait, where are you going? Hey, Your Name, get back here!" I heard Mr. Alfred's voice behind me but I didn't care.

I locked myself in a stall and sat on the toilet. Why was I so different? Why did everyone hate me so much? Why did Stacy hate me so much?

I started crying. A familiar song bubbled at my lips for the second time that day. I continued where I had left off the first time I was interrupted.

"Like how a single word

Can make a heart open

I might only have one match..."

Suddenly I heard the door open.

"Y/N?"

I smelled him before I saw him. Oh, that sweet smell.

"Please come out, I wanna help you."

Instead of answering I sobbbed. I heard his footsteps approaching my stall. The door opened and I saw him - Brandon.

"Hey" he said.

"Hi" I sniffed out.

He crouched down in front of me and peered at my face. When he saw the blood, he looked around and took a piece of toilet paper from the ground and pressed it against my nose.

Embarrassed, I turned away, but he gently rotated my head to face him. His orbs then caught a glimpse of the red mark on my neck and alphaish anger flared in his orbs.

"Who did this?" He snarled.

"Not like you care" I snarled back.

"Well, I do" he whispered in response.

I looked straight into his orbs and noticed that his face had gotten closer to mine.

"You know, I haven't noticed this before, but you have some beautiful... um... eyes, I guess. They're very... festive."

I felt bewildered since I had never heard of this "ize" before but I think I managed to hide my confusion. We just stood there, never breaking our orb contact, his face itching closer. Our lips were less than an inch apart when...

"I'm telling you, this girl has some problems."

Brandon shoved me into the stall to hide. He lifted me up to sit on the toilet tank, while he couched on the closed toilet bowl between my legs. This position was very awkward as his face was right at my bobs. I felt my face flush.

"Who are you talking about?" Minion №1 asked.

"That bitch, Your Name Last Name, of course."

I felt my orbs water at her words.

"She's, like, super weird. She has, like, one friend, and honestly, Twinklehooves deserves much better."

I was fuming. How dare they say that! I was close to marching out of the stall and sister snapping on them, but Brandon held onto my arm to keep me from moving.

He had been bracing both of his hands on the walls of the stall and changing his position disrupted his balance. Before I could catch him he fell backwards and hit his head on the door.

The loud bang scared the girls at the sinks and their things clattered on the ground.

"Bananana?!" a startled cry came from one of the Minions as she slipped back into her native tongue.

I grabbed Brandon's shirt before he hit the ground but the impact knocked the door off it's hinges.

We stared at them above the fallen door and they stared at us.

"Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw" Stacy muttered.

                                                                                                          To be continued...