We've been on this disgusting bathroom floor for about two class periods. About five girls have walked in and then just walked right out as soon as they saw us. We just laughed. After awhile he asked me what my name was.
I looked at him weirdly "so...you're not going to call me freak or princess?"
"Well obviously not. My names Kai. Yours?"
"It's Carter.." I mumble actually feeling really happy. No ones asked what my real name is in years. Even the teachers call me princess.
Then the sixth period bell rings. He gets up and holds his hand out to me and I take it and he pulls me up gently. This treatment is unknown to me. There are no mean comments and calling me a freak. "Come on Carter we've skipped three periods now. We already have detention for about a week now let's go."
I smile at him. The feeling of someone saying my actual name feels so..nice. He doesn't let go of my hand. It feels nice. Comforting. It makes me feel safe and warm inside. Like all the pain has gone away. Like it's all over now and it's time for happiness and comfort to invade my life instead of loneliness and sadness and abuse.
And it's terrifying me. But I hold onto his hand. Because this feeling is making my heart go wild and do acrobatic things inside my rib cage. I think I like this feeling. Oh hell with it, I know I like this feeling and I know that I could have sat on the bathroom floor forever with him with him holding me and making me feel like another human instead of another freak.
We walk hand in hand. Surprisingly we both have music next. And now is where I remember him. He's the quiet kid in the back of the class who would never talk. He would always listen to music. It's not like people didn't want to be his friend.
Ever since he came here girls would be all over him, but he would just swat them away like flies. It was an amusing sight to me. Apparently not so much for him. Lots of guys would talk to him. Well more like attempt. But he would just glare.
So why did he talk to me..?
The fact that out of everyone he chose me. Made my heart go wild again. A wide smile spreads across my face. Once we walk into class I expect him to drop my hand and walk away, but he does the exact opposite. In fact, he holds on tighter.
I smile harder and blush a little at all the girls staring at our intertwined hands and all the guys looking at us in disgust. Well by now it's more like a satisfied smirk. I see Ash glaring at our hands. I flip him off and we walk to the back of the class.
We begin talking about things. Just random conversations about random things. It felt nice. It felt like how conversations should be, and it probably most likely is the way they would be, but this fact has been unknown to me for far too long.
I like how when I talk he doesn't act bored he looks at me like I'm the only person in the room and it makes me feel fucking amazing.
Whenever Ash looks over us talking he gives me a disgusted look and mouths the word "whore" to me. I stand up and ignore Kai telling me to ignore him. I walk over to him and lean on his desk keeping a calm façade. "Yes, Ash I know that's what Cristine is you don't have to tell me."
He glares at me and stands up. I see hurt flash in his eyes and smile. I walk off but he walks up and turns me around violently whispering to me. He just fucking had to. "At least I don't get heat strokes or heat cramps every time I run for too long. And at least my mom isn't dead. At least my dad isn't a drunk who verbally abuses me."
I feel my anger rising. I was never one to be able to keep my anger in. I grab the collar of his shirt and roughly pull him towards me. "Listen here you little prick, I never told you any of that. Stay the fuck out of my personal life and fucking business. You know enough. You've ruined anything good that could have happen. Better yet, just stay the fuck away from me. Next time you even mention my mom I'll rip your fucking throat out. Got it assface?"
He nods at me eyes widened and fear displayed clearly on his facial expression. I push him back and walk to Kai. I sit next to him shaking. He didn't hear. But he didn't have to. He saw me loose my temper and get a little out of control. Kind of still haven't regained my temper.
Before I know it I'm being lifted to my feet and pulled into a warm calming hug. Damn it this boys hugs feel like paradise.
I smile and hug him back feeling eyes burn into the back of my head. I just subtly flick everyone off and smile. At least now not all my smiles are fake.
