The only one

Chapter 6

I hated when everything was exactly the same because this particular "same" wasn't a good one. But when things began to change, sometimes I wish that I could go back.

But then I remember that there was nothing good to go back to

Everyday I would wake up telling myself that maybe something would change. But it somewhat did but not right away. It was slowly, and then all at once.

All of the people who sit at my table one day decided to talk.

Turns out all of us have a lot in common.

Now all of us are friends and now that we are united, I feel better about going to school.

I don't love it or anything but it's okay now.

But something big was going to happen and I could feel it approaching.

(3 months later)

Robert and I have gotten closer these past few months. We talk and text a lot and I think he likes me.

But even though I thought he liked me, I was still so surprised when he asked me out. But I was more surprised when the word yes came out of my mouth.

But after about two weeks, it's seems to have gotten old already and I need to talk about it with him which I'm going to do sometime this week, probably one day after school.

This whole thing with him for some reason is making me depressed even more so.

Right now I'm in the leaning against the book shelf in the back of the library with my phone turned on, opened to an app for fan fictions. Today has been a pretty rough day and I just wanted to be alone for now.

I continued to read. After about five minutes my head started hurting so I closed my eyes for a little.

"Hey, are you okay? whispered a concerned sounding unfamiliar voice.

I opened my eyes to see a tall guy standing he had dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was wearing a white Hollister sweatshirt and jeans along with white Nike high tops, the same ones I had. I've seen him around my classes but I've never officially met him.

Startled I answered, " Ummm, uh yeah I'm fine" telling him the most commonly told lie coming from me.

He stood there, obviously pondering about something.

He frowned,

"No you're not" he replied.

He sat down next to me and put his hand on my knee. A warm feeling spread on my entire body starting from the place he touched, and I don't know why but I got nervous

"No, no I'm fine" I insisted trying to convince him that I really was, even though I wasn't. But the look on his face told me that he didn't buy it.

"You don't have to lie to me" he whispers.

I try to find a reply but I can't, what am I supposed to say?

He must have seen the stress in my eyes before he said what he did.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where to find me" and with that he got up and began to make his way to the exit.

But before he left I called after him.

"Wait, what's your name" I quietly yelled.

He turned around to reply,

"Marcus"