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Ch 3

        I have made a few more friends as the week went by, but no one was more extraordinary like Maya. A few girls would even pretend to drop something by me and ask me to pick it up just so they can talk to me. I met some guys as well. One guy I particularly liked was named Evan. I wonder if he knew Maya.

During lunch I sat with him.

"So why'd you move from London?" He asked.

"My mum's job."

"How do you like Royalton so far?"

"It's-it's okay."

I honestly don't like America, so far. Maybe it's just because I missed London. I missed my old friends, my house, my family. He looked confused but continued eating.

"Do you know Maya Wu?" I curiously asked but by the way she acts I wonder if anyone really knows her.

"Who, that quiet Asian who draws pictures of knives 24/7? Yeah." He said kind of harshly.

That's another question, why does she draw pictures of knives? I remember picking one of them up and her snagging it away.

"Yeah, her." I confirmed. I wanted to tell him what she's been through. It's people like him who take her down. All he saw of her was that she was an Asian, and there's more.

"There's not much about her. She's antiscocial, a nobody." Evan pointed out heartlessly, which got me pissed.

"You don't know a thing about what she goes through."

He raised his eyebrows up, and with the sandwhich half in his mouth, he looked at me.

"What do you mean by that?" He rudely asked through his sandwhich.

"She's been through a lot, Evan." He just nodded like he did not care. From here on out, I am going to change the way people think about Maya, and how I think about her. I soon found out that she's not just another girl.

Maya's POV

        I was almost finished with my newest sketch of this sword thingy when Tren called my name. I scrambled to hide it under my folder as he came closer. I think I was a second late because I saw his face drop when I innocently smiled at him. His eyes went back and forth from mine to my folder. Then I saw his hand come up and making its way towards mine. He graciously lifted my right hand that was on top of my folder and put it off to the side. Right away he moved my folder and picked up my drawing. It broke my heart, the look on his face once he saw my drawing. He frowned and fisted threw it, following the action of throwing it in the garbage.

"Maya," He pulled up a chair and sat down. "Why do you draw those pictures?" His dazzling green eyes met mine.

I looked down at my hands for a bit, then looked back at him.

"No reason."

"I'm dumb, but not that dumb." He teased while being serious at the same time.

"None of your business. I like drawing."

"Yeah, but why knives?"

"What's wrong with that? It's just a hobby."

"Fine fine, I'll find out the reason eventually." He finished his investigation.

Unexpectedly, a group of senior boys walked up to me and Harry.

"Ew! So the British falls for the Asian! This is a new twist! Then what?? Another British-Asian war?! Hahahahahaha!!!!"

        Still, nothing changed. Can't people take a hint?! I quickly grabbed my bag and book and ran for the door, hearing my name being called by Tren several times. I ran as hard as I could but after awhile my legs gave up and I stopped. Throwing my bag and book to the ground I let my body give and hit the ground, hid my face in my legs and cried. This was my life. I continued crying while playing that scene in my head over and over.

        Suddenly, I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I looked to see who it was. He held out his hand and I took it. He went to pull me up, but instead, I pulled him down. I new I looked horrible, makeup smeared and my face was probably all red.

"I'm sorry, I ran." I sniffled and tried to steady my breathe.

"Totally understand. But those bitches need to be tought a lesson." He said sternly looking back at the school.

My eyes widened with that.

"What do you mean?" Confusion was presented in my eyes and in my tone of voice. I began to wipe off my access makeup off my face, leaving my face naked.

"Not sure yet, but if they come near us again I'll-" His raspy voice trailed off into just a thought. "You promise you're alright?"

It was interesting on how much he cared.

"Yes." I finished wiping the last of my tears. "Yes, I'm-I'm fine." I lied. I just hate Tren's face when he sees me sad.

"Okay." Thankfully he dropped the subject.

        His eyes never left mine as I saw out of the corner of my eye as his hand went searching in my purse. My hand quickly went on top of his to stop his snooping but instead, he kept going. After a while he turned his head to actually look to see where his hand was going. Next, my phone was taken out as I gasped and snatched it out of his hand. He let out a cute giggle.

"Can I have that for a moment?" He asked and let his hand out to get it back. I protectively held it close to my chest.

"What for?"

Again, he let out a giggle.

"Can I put my number in?"

I raised my eyebrows and had my eyes go back and forth from my phone to his large hand.

"I already have it." I took out the note from my bag and pointed where he wrote it.

"Then why haven't you texted me? And you keep that in your bag?" He looked concentrated at my eyes. I shied away with embarrassment.

"I don't know, I thought it'd be weird, and yes."

Suddenly my legs and the grass became fascinating. Tren then put one hand on my leg and the other on my chin and lifted my head to face his.

"I like you." He said to state the obvious.

"Thank you."

        He touched my heart with every word that came out of his mouth, but I did not want to show it. I took out my phone, opened up my note, and typed in his number. He tried to take a peak but I teasly leaned my phone in so he wouldn't see the screen. I continued and started typing out his text:

To: Tren

~Now, you have my number

A smile crossed my face as I hit 'send'.

Moments later Tren got a buzz in his butt pocket. I think he new it was from me but he looked curious as he took it out.

Tren's POV

        I took out my phone and opened the message from an unknown number...knowing it was Maya. I'm not going to ever mess with her fragile heart. Seeing what she's been through already, she can't afford to have a heart break.

"Aren't you going to respond?" She teased. I had something else in mind; I set my phone down and scooted closer to her. Lifting my arm, I wrapped it around her shoulder and her eyes widened. I flashed a smile, leaned in and gave her, probably, her first real kiss. I can tell she was nervous about this kiss because she rejected my second attempt to kiss her and pulled her head away from me. 

~to be continued~