My Muted Music Love

Chapter Three

Chapter 3

Elizabeth

I take a deep breath looking at Altus High School again. I really didn't want to go back here, but was forced out of the orphanage and had to come here instead. I bend my head down and rush into the school. I don't bother going into my class and rush into the bathroom instead. When I get in there, I see a bunch of girls fixing their hair and makeup while talking about the latest gossip, which just so happens to be me.

I speed walk into a stall before one of the notices me and lock it. I then start hyperventilating. I can't do this, I can't do this. I can't handle everyone looking at me and talking about me and judging me. Why can't everyone just leave me alone? I go out the stall and see that all the girls left. They must have not wanted to be tardy, while I on the other hand couldn't care less.

I look into the mirror and take my hair of it's messy ponytail. I then ruffle it up and decide to use it as a curtain to shield my face from everyone else. I then pull down my sleeves so they can cover up my hands. I tuck my laces into my shoes since I can't tie them and don't want anyone to notice them. Sighing at my reflection, I head out of the bathroom, knowing that it wouldn't get better.

While aimlessly wandering the empty hallways, lost in my thoughts, I bump into someone. I fall back on the floor with a loud thump. I wince at the pain of the impact and know the there will probably be a bruise there. I hear the person curse under their breath and walk toward me. I start to panic, this person must have heard the rumours and believe them to be true. I can't let them find out who I am. I attempt getting up by myself, only to fail miserably.

"Do you need any help?" The person asks and I helplessly nod my head, not looking up at them.

They help me up and I feel these weird tingles that I can vaguely remember feeling only once before. After I get back up from the ground, I quickly snatch my hand out of theirs and turn around. I don't want to deal with anyone right now. My day's bad enough as it is. I don't need another person to make it worse. I hear them calling after me which only causes me to speed up my pace. Sadly, I wasn't fast enough because the person had caught up to me and grabbed my arm.

"Hey, can I walk you to your next class?" The person asked and I shook my head, hoping they will get the hint.

"Why not?" They persisted. Apparently they didn't get the hint. I shake them off and continue walking.

"Wait! I'm sorry I bumped into you. I didn't mean to. Let's start over. My name is Niall, in case you wanted to know!" I stop dead in my tracks when I hear their name. It seems so familiar.

I try to rack my brain for any time I've heard that name. Then it comes to me. The only person who has been genuinely nice to me sine my parents death. The boy with the memorizing blue eyes. The only person I have had a conversation with even though I can't speak. His name is Niall.

Could it really be the same person? There is only one way I would be able to know for sure. Knowing I'm going to have to look up and risk him recognizing me as the pathetic girl who had been rejected by Nick whatever his last name, I take a deep breath and looking into his eyes. His blue orbs hypnotizing me in a way that I have to shake my head to snap out of the trance he has me in.

He looks confused, probably because I had suddenly stopped when I was practically running away from him less then two minutes ago. Either that or I just randomly shook my head before he even said anything. His expression quickly changed from a confused one to a calculating one. After a while of just staring at each other, a wave of recognition came across his features. I can probably tell what he is going to say...

"I've seen you before. Three days ago, right? When I bumped into you. Who would've thought that we would be in the same predicament as the first time we met." He said with a smile. That wasn't what I expected.

"So, I never got your name." He hinted out. I let out a small smile and dig through my bag to get my schedule. On the bottom of my schedule, I see my name and point it out to him. He looks at it and his eyes visibly widen and he looks more panicked.

"You are Elizabeth Blake?" He asks with an edge in his voice. I nod my head slowly, looking at him weirdly. Does this mean he heard all of the rumours? He looks at me up and down and takes a few deep breaths before I see him visibly relax.

"Um...cool. Hey, do you want to just get out of here?" He asks nonchalantly. I look around the school and swirl my two index fingers to indicate the school.

"Yes, the school. Do you want to just leave?" I think about it for a while.

I know it's wrong, but I can't deal with all of these stares from everybody and Niall seems like a nice guy. It would be nice to have a friend. Since the positives outweigh the negatives of the situation, I nod my head. A grin spreads itself on his face and he stretches out his hand towards me, which I hesitantly take.

"Come on, let's go have some fun."