Haru Haru

Wheels ~ Part 5

Making it home from school last night was amazingly uneventful, both of the Sevols didn't come home until the early hours of the morning leaving me a calm evening. Of course my head still told me that all was not well so my arms and thighs are a little extra sensitive today. But because I have actually had a couple of resting days for my body I actually feel well enough to ride my long board to school today. So instead of the normal boring long walk I have a relaxing ride on my baby this morning.

I only wore a long sleeve thermal today with my normal skinny jeans my hoodie tied around my hips, I didn't want to overheat on my way to school but knew by the brisk air I would want the added layer later once I wasn't moving. Skating while listening to music I apparently was moving way faster than my normal walking pace. I got to school early because of this, so decided to sit on my board around the corner of the school student parking lot, just pushing myself back and forth listening to my music and reading for the first time in a while. After probably 10 minutes other students started arriving, still hanging out in the parking lot catching up and goofing off with friends as I make note of one kid hanging out of a truck window pulling up past a group of others. 

Ignoring them knowing I still had some time before I would need to start making my way to my locker, I went back to my book. In my own world of reading and having my music blasting in my ears I was startled when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Falling back off of my board onto my butt and hitting my head against the wall behind me, it wasn't a hard hit but enough I would probably end up with a bump. I feel my heart racing in my chest and glance up at where the hand that is still on my shoulder leads. Thankfully I just see Justin with a concerned look on his face. He is saying something because I can see his lips moving but I don't hear whatever he is saying to me.  Pulling out my right ear bud I can hear his voice.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention at all."

"It's fine. Are you ok? I tried to get your attention on my way over here but I am guessing you didn't hear me because of your music. Oh my gosh is your head are you ok? I'm so sorry. " He is getting more animated as he keeps talking.

"Hey, its ok. Its my fault I had my music up so I didn't hear you. Its not your fault, its mine. You're fine, it's ok." I repeat trying to calm him down. In the recent past anytime people get worked up around me it doesn't end well for me.

"No its my fault. Is your head really ok? I heard it hit against the wall." He gets out, kneeling in front of me while reaching his other hand towards my head.

As an automatic response I flinch away from his rising hand in my direction. He immediately gets a concerned look on his face his eyebrows furrowing together and stops his movement. He makes eye contact with me and my probably completely wide open eyes. 

"Jale I am not going to do anything I just want to check your head." He says softly and resumes his movement to try to check my head. 

I just remain frozen in place, he is far to close to me and is going to touch me, I am trying to even out my breathing. Talking to myself in my head to fend off freaking out more than I already am. You have already touched him, its going to be ok, he is just going to look at your head and then he will go away and he wont be touching you anymore. I try to tell myself. I can still feel my heart pounding away in my chest and am only taking shallow breaths but I am not freaking out entirely so I try to just remain that way until he is done, with his 'checking my head'.

I feel his hand on the back of my head as he leans it foreword from being against the wall. I try to focus on his chest directly in front of my face and his breathing to pace my own. His apparently long forgotten crutches were carelessly thrown down by his side when he kneeled in front of me to check my head.