Tell Her

3

I didn't feel like going to school today, it felt like what happened yesterday drained my one week pack of batteries and I just wanted to take some time off for myself.

But Lisa was being an ass and almost drag me to the car on my pyjamas.

Becky was so nice last night, even went as far as to send me home after apologizing for what happened at the cafeteria many times than I can count.

I sighed, getting the books I need to use for morning class. Already feeling my energy depleting by the next hour.

"You're Freen?" A sound like a screeching boy asked from behind me I almost cover my ears in annoyance.

One thing I hate is being approached from somewhere I can't see them.

Another thing is being approached by a male that I don't know.

"Do I know you?" I asked, turning to face him and closing my locker behind me.

He laughs mockingly, "I'm Nop, Becky's boyfriend. Do you know you're making such a bad reputation for yourself right now?" He asked, taking a step closer towards me I had to grip my bag tightly before I smash it to his face without my sane consent.

I sighed for what felt like the nth time today. This morning couldn't get any better. "I don't know what or who you're talking about." I said firmly, preparing myself to leave.

He chuckles, taking a step back to give me space. "I knew she was lying. She can't be serious about dating someone like you." He said, relief and sarcasm in his voice.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a deep breath.

This shouldn't affect me. I don't care about these people. I don't care about Becky or who she's dating.

You sure about that?

Shaking my head and stirring the unwelcome thoughts away, "Leave me alone." I said, taking my leave.

But a gentle hand grabbed my wrist before I could even take a couple of steps away, pulling me towards her embrace as she glides her arm around my shoulder.

"What are you doing here confronting my girlfriend like that, Nop? Are you out of your fucking mind?" Becky says, her eyes glaring to the self-proclaimed boyfriend and shielding me from the crowd that I didn't even notice slowly swarming in.

My hand instinctively grab the hem of her blouse, I could feel my face turning hot and I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

Becky noticed as she looked at me, gently taking my hand with hers and intertwining it as she drag me away from there.

Not before leaving a stern 'don't show your face to me again' to the boy we left behind.

"Are you okay? Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Did he hurt you? Did I arrive too late?" She asked in succession as soon as we enter an empty classroom. Checking my face for any signs of discomforts.

I shook my head, relieved and embarrassed on how worried she got over nothing. Well, not exactly nothing but I'm unhurt and it shouldn't be a big deal.

And now everybody saw what she did and the situation have probably taken the worst path.

Yet I don't blame her. How could I when she's this worried about me?