//Jack Johnson's POV//
'What just happened?'
'Why would someone tell her to kill herself?',
These are the questions flooding my thoughts. This girl, Brianna I think, she was sitting next to me and I was trying to talk to her. I may or may not have flirted with her.... OK I DID get off my case but anyway, I could see something was wrong with her when I first walked into class, almost like she just didn't want anyone to talk to her, or look at her, or give her attention. I guess that made me a little attracted to her. She was mysterious, I liked it. She got annoyed with me and told me to leave her alone and of course me being the douche I am continue to talk to her and ask her what her problem was. Big mistake. That was a horrible idea. The only thing I can think of is what she told me before she ran out of class crying.
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"What's your problem?", I harshly whisper to her.
"You. You are, why are you talking to me!? People don't talk to me unless they are telling me to kill myself!", She screams the last part forgetting that we're in a class full of people.
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People tell her to kill herself.......... She is so beautiful I don't understand why anyone would say that. Wait. She ran out of the classroom crying. She could be fucking killing herself now for all everyone knows!
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I raise my hand and the teacher ignores me. Of. Fucking. Course. I get annoyed after 10 minutes of being ignored and gather all of my things ready to walk out.
"Mr. Johnson where are you going?", Mrs. Alandale asks raising her pointed eyebrow. She draws them in and does a horrible job at it. So now she notices....
"Not here", I say and push the metal door open walking through. All the kids go 'ohhhh', in the background as the teacher yells at me to, 'Come back right this instant Mr. Johnson!', but I really don't care, so I keep walking letting the door shut in the teachers face.
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I making my way (downtown. No? Ok.. sorry..) down the hallway, my shoes making a squeaking noise every time they hit the floor. It's so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The only other noise is the blur of kids voices through the walls as I walk by the doors of the classrooms. I look around for blonde hair just like my own. Nothing. Nothing at all. I need to find this girl. I don't know why but I just want to hold her and stop her tears. No one have ever given me that feeling. The feeling that I need to protect her.
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I finally find her. I know it's her by the loud sobs I hear outside the bathroom door. I get a pain that feels like a knife stabbing me straight through my stomach after I realize that I triggered this. I'm the reason she's in the bathroom sobbing. I've got to fix this.
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I walk to the door, lightly knock it, and whisper,
"Brianna?"
She instantly stops crying and says,
"Who is that?"
"Jack"
"Gilinsky?"
"No Johnson"
"Huh?", she asks. Oh I never told her my name.
"The new kid", I say instead.
"Oh..", she whispers more to herself.
"Can I come in?", I ask her.
"No", she says a little harsh. I'm about to walk away and give her space but she suddenly says,
"Wait! You can come in"
I open the door and walk in to see her looking at herself in the mirror.
"Look, I'm really sorry for bothering you in Mrs. Alandale's class it's just that I thought you were really cute and I wanted to get to know you", I confess. She just scoffs and says,
"That's impossible. I'm nothing special. I'm not pretty. I'm not cute. No one likes me.", she shakes her head.
"Turn around", I say.
"I-I c-can't", she stutters out, her voice cracking.
"Of course you can Brianna", I tell her frowning.
"You don't want to see me right now. My face is horrible", I just shake my head and walk behind her lightly wrapping my arm around her waist. She tenses up and her hands grip the counter tightly.
"Shh relax, I promise I won't hurt you", I whisper into her ear. She lets out a deep breath and relaxes against my arm.
"Can I please see you?", I ask hoping for a yes.
"You really don't want to Jack", she says nervously.
"Yes I do", I sternly tell her.
"Jack, you don't I'm covered in bruises", she shakes her head.
"You weren't in class how.....", I get cut off by her,
"Makeup", she simply says sadly. I grab one of her shoulders and lightly turn her around so she faces me. She doesn't even try to stop me. Instead she looks to the ground. I put my pointer finger under her chin and pull her face up to meet mine. I gasp and my eyes widen.
"Who the hell did this to you!?", I shout, anger washing over me. She flinches and I pull her into a hug.
"Sorry", I say resting my head ontop of hers.
"It's fine, it's my bullies who do it", she says. I nod and pull away from the hug, gripping her shoulders.
"Come on lets go somewhere", I say excitedly.
"Like ditch?", she asks. I nod my head furiously and she shakes her head.
"Won't we get in trouble?", she asks arching her eyebrow.
"Not of we don't get caught", I smirk and she thinks about it.
"Why would you want to go somewhere with me?", she asks.
"Because theres more to you than you think and I'm gonna bring that side of you out, that side you didn't know you had. The side no ones ever seen.", I say and she cocks her head to the side.
"Who the hell are you?", she says smiling a bit.
"Jack Johnson babe", I smirk grabbing her hand and her books for her, walking us both out of the bathroom.
