Naomi Garcia has to move away after she just started to fit in her town. The problem is : Naomi is deaf which makes school and normal life a little harder. She also has severe social anxiety and is very introverted and shy. But once you get to know...
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₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊Milo Romano ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊
"What the fuck are you doing, Naomi?!"
"I, uhm.."
"Why are you going through my stuff? Are you crazy?" I couldn't control myself.
"Milo, I don't see what you're saying.. please talk s-slower,"
I furiously ran my hand through my hair.
"I helped you! Twice! Maybe I should have left you there, at the party," I had no reason to be mad. I wasn't even angry. I was nervous and felt exposed to this girl. The girl who's been messing with head. The girl I knew for less than two weeks. Less than two fucking weeks.
Naomi stared at me with those big eyes of hers.
Her eyes were glinting with... sadness? Betrayal?
That's when realization hit me like a slap in the face.
I've just told a girl that I shouldn't have helped out of a nasty situation. A situation where she was harassed by disgusting people and thrown into a pool to drown. To die.
"Fuck, Naomi. I didn't mean it like that. I was just angry. Naomi?"
She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the ground, shoulders tense, hands trembling.
She slowly turned around and carefully placed my sketchbook on my bed.
"I'm sorry for intruding in your personal space. Thank you for helping me these last few days. Bye," her voice was as quiet as a whisper. She then quickly turned around and walked out of my room.
I stood there, frozen. As if she felt me freezing in place, she did the same.
"We should probably stay away from each other," her voice broke.
Naomi stood there for a couple of second. Like the coward I am, I did the same.
She walked away.
The panic in me broke out.
"I'm sorry, Naomi! Please," I was a total fool. An Idiot. "I'm so fucking sorry! I'm sorry," I was screaming from the top of my lungs. She didn't hear. Fuck, of course she didn'thear.
"Please, come back! Let's talk about it! I am so so sorry," my voice sounded broken and raw like it wasn't mine. Why did things escalate so often these days?
"I'm sorry," I whispered, when I heard the front door click shut. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
She didn't hear me apologizing. She will never know, because I won't tell her. I can't tell her. I can't because I'm an idiot who has not experienced an ounce of comfort in his life.
"I'm sorry, Naomi." I said to myself.
It's been three weeks, five hours and 28 minutes since the incident with Naomi and she won't even look at me. She didn't look at me in class, she didn't look at me in the halls. I was invisible to her.
Hell, I was going crazy. Every week I wrote one apology letter. Each ended up in the garbage bin. Everyday, I drew Naomi, like the total creep I was. Some days I drew a portrait of her, some days it was a full body sketch.
That day, after Naomi left my house, I broke my mothers special vase out of pure fury. I was angry. Not at Naomi, but at myself. When my mother found out that I broke it and didn't even bother to clean up after myself, I received a good beating from my dad, which led to a scar on my back. I deserved it. I really did.
"Yo, Milo. You've been different these days. Did you get your period?"
"Fuck off, JJ."
"Jeez, I'm just joking, Miss attitude," Bestfriend or not, I might actually cut his balls off. He's infuriating.
I answered him with a glare, which quickly turned into a look of awe when I saw two girls walk past us. My eyes landed on the black haired one.
"Yeah, I wanna bleach my hair.." I heard Naomi say.
"NO!"
"Shit, Milo. Leave the poor girl alone, weirdo," Lia hissed, giving me a disgusted look.
Naomi just stood there, not batting an eye at me.
Please just look at me.
Please, let me see those blue eyes of yours.
"We need to talk." JJ didn't even wait for my answer before full on dragging me into an empty hall.
"Slow down, damn. What do you want to talk about? In private." I managed to grumble before my mind wandered to a certain girl.
"Are you crushing on Lia? Your fucking ex?"
"I'm not crushing on no one." I said, as calm as possible.
"Liar."
"I am not in love with my ex, JJ" I stared at him, disgusted.
We weren't allowed to go into this part of the school. It's going to be renovated soon. The halls weren't lit at all and it was really bloody cold.
"Shit, is it Naomi?"
My heartbeat quickened at the mention of her name.
"You're crushing on Naomi Garcia?"
"Shut up, before I rip your head off. I am not."
That bastard grinned.
"If you don't stop grinning like a lunatic, I might actually kill you."
"Watch your language, son. I'm still older than you."
"By one month, shithead." I spit out.
"Yup, respect your elders. Now tell me about how you," He wagged his pointer finger at me, "started catching feelings for the new girl."
"I told you, I don't like her."
"I don't believe you. Anyways, focus on soccer. We have an important game next weekend. You've been skipping a lot of practice lately, Romano," Christ, he's right.
"Yeah, I know."
We didn't say anything after that, we just walked back into the busy halls. We had one more class. The only class I had with Naomi, as she changed almost all her classes.
I wanted to scream at the teachers who let her, but I didn't. It was mainly my fault.
Class only began in about five minutes, but me and JJ already sat down in the back of the classroom. From here I could watch Naomi, who sat next to Lia in the first row. She laughed at something Lia said.
Fucking lucky.
I wished I'd make her laugh.
After I chased those foolish thoughts away, my mind settled on the day she left my house. I often thought about that day.
I felt horrible every time I remembered my outburst.
My guilt has to come to an end.
I've been carrying my sketch book ever since that day, so I fished it out of my bag, ripped one of the portraits of her out and wrote something on the back.
It wasn't much but it was a sincere apology.
Should I hand it to her? Maybe I should make someone pass the note to the front?
I decided to just put it into her locker after school. I'll push it through the little gap.
