Diamond Walls

Four: Nothing could make it worse

Damian stood in front of me. Sandy brown hair. Green eyes. Sharp features.

"I'm assuming this is yours?" Damian raised one of his eyebrows while holding my pencil out towards me.

I stood there shocked. Why would someone like him be in a library that was deserted? I probably looked like an idiot, with my mouth agape and my eyes as big as saucers.

"I-uh-fuck-well-th-thanks," I stuttered, making myself look even more idiotic.

What the hell. Get over the surprise that someone who is part of the student body is actually helping you, let alone talking to you. Get your shit together woman.

"No problem," He smiled. "My pleasure to help."

We stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Actually, I stood there awkwardly while he seemed like he was just waiting for me to say something.

"I guess I'll just, um, continue doing my homework," I said awkwardly, sitting back down.

Crap. I forgot that I forgot my calculus textbook. I don't want to sit here and look like an idiot. Oh wait, I already look like an idiot.

Before I could finish contemplating what I should do, a voice interrupted me again.

"Hey, sorry but do you mind if I sit here?" Damian pointed to the chair next to me.

Yeah I mind.

"Um, yeah." My eyes widened as I realized I said that aloud. I might be aloof but I'm not rude. "Oh wait-no-sorry- I mean I don't mind."

"Thanks," Damian said grinning as he sat down. "Brooke right?"

I wanted to show him that I had no interest in talking to him so I just nodded and looked down at my notebook.

"So what's a girl like you doing alone in the library instead of being outside with friends?" Damian turned his head to face me.

Didn't he get the vibe that I didn't want a conversation? "I like it here." He didn't need to know the truth nor anything about me.

"Oh, I see. So you probably like peace and reading?"

"Yeah." Can he just shut up already?

"What's your favorite b-" he started to say before I cut him off.

"Sorry, not to be rude but can you stop? I don't know what gave you the idea that I want a conversation. I came to the library to do my homework and be alone. If you're bored and you want to talk to someone, I'm pretty sure there's a shitload of people who want to talk to you, and I'm not one of them. So please, I implore you, go somewhere else."

He looked at me shocked and I could see he was kind of hurt. However, I could care less. Everyone already thought I was a bitch or a nobody. I didn't want any friends. Why would being mean to another person make a difference?

He cleared his throat, looking a bit nervous. "Sorry, I just thought-"

"It's okay, I don't care. Just, leave please." I cut him off once again.

He slowly stood up, taking his backpack with him. "Sorry."

I looked down. It wasn't anything personal. I just don't want to become attached to anyone again. Who knew why he wanted to talk to me? Who knew what his ulterior motive was? I just get hurt and hurt others as well. There's nothing good about it. There's nothing good about me.
***

RIIING.

Schools finally over. This day has to be the longest day ever. Nothing could make it worse. I usually don't feel anything but today, after Damian came up to me, I felt the loneliness and the sadness again.

I remembered it used to be like. To have friends and people who like you. To sit with a table of people, laughing at something one of them said. To link you hands together and say it's us against the world. But they never actually liked me, did they? They left me when I was sinking. They could've saved me, pulled me up, but they chose not to. I laughed humorlessly.

I started walking towards my locker, pulling out my phone to call Axel.

"Look who's here. My best friend Brooke," Someone sneered. "After hiding from us during the summer, I thought you'd come back to our friendly little group."

I put my head down and quickened my pace.

"You think you can run from me? I'm hurt, Brooke." A mob of brown hair blocked my way. "Miss me?"

I looked up, knowing I couldn't escape. I was trapped. "Monica." I said impassively.

"I see you remember me," Monica smirked. "I was scared you'd forget! After a whole summer without contact."

I clenched my my fist. How dare she say it like its my fault! She should have been there when I needed someone, like I always did for her. But what did she do instead? I blamed it on me and basically, rubbed salt on my wounds. We fought and she expected me to apologize. But I was done. I was done with her manipulative self.

Before I could do anything, she shoved me and my books down on the floor, then dumped coffee she had in her hands on me.

She stared into my eyes, her eyes burning in flames. "This is just a preview as to what's to come Brooke. Think of it as a sample flavor. I will get you for what you did. You know what I'm capable of."

Hands trembling, I gathered my books as she walked away. Tears threatened to slip out of my eyes. I couldn't believe that I was actually missing her earlier!

"Hey, you okay?" A voice spoke to me.

I looked up. A girl with layered dark brown hair, winged eyeliner, and a leather jacket stared down at me.

"Yeah-h, it's no-nothing-g," I replied shakily.

"I'm pretty sure that was something. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." She held out her hand for me to take. "I'm pretty sure I have an extra set of clothing in my locker."

"Thank y-you." I took a deep breath and put my hand in hers as she helped me get up.

She brought me into the bathroom, gave me her extra clothes, and helped me clean up my dirty clothes. She even offered me her hairbrush, body spray, and mints. While she was helping me, she didn't say a word about what happened or asked me why. She only said words necessary like 'here's the clothes' or 'I helped you wash your jeans'.

When we finished, she said, "You can just put the clothes in the office when you don't need them anymore and I'll go get it."

"Thank you." I wanted to say more, and tell her how much I appreciated her help, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

"It's nothing, really. I'm glad I could help," she said nodding her head. "Hey, I gotta run. I have band practice. Feel better!" She gathered all her belongings and started walking out.

Watching her as she walked out, I did something I normally wouldn't do under normal circumstances.

"Hey! Sorry, but what's your name?" I shouted. If she was someone I borrowed notes from or someone that helped me gather my books when they fell, I wouldn't have bothered to ask her. But it was because she helped me so selflessly, putting me before herself, that I felt like I had a friend. And I felt the need to know her a little better.

"It's Roxy!" She shouted back, stepping outside the school.

As I pulled out my phone to call Axel, I couldn't help but smile a little bit.

NOTE:
*Sorry for the long wait! I haven't had the motivation to write and I couldn't find it in myself to post something I didn't like. Because it took really long, I tried making this chapter longer than I normally would. :)
*Roxy will be played by... Chrissy Costanza!
*Hope you guys enjoyed it! Vote/ comment/ follow <3