Changes are Cruel // Vikklan

Chapter 9

Vikk stood up from me on the ground, his hand held out for me to take. I stared at his hand, hesitantly thinking if I should take his offer. Could I even trust him?

With a sharp inhale, I gripped his hand, pulling myself to my feet. I locked eyes with him as we stared blankly at one another. I became lost in those heavenly pools of hazel. I watched agonizingly as we started to lean towards one another, but the bell rung loudly, knocking us from our trance. I kept my gaze to the ground, my cheeks flushed and completely embarrassed.

We walked out of the bathroom in an utter silence. It was killing me, but I stayed quiet for my own sake. I was surprised when he took to walking at my side, instead of walking in front or behind me so no one would get weird thoughts. He just smiled as he walked by my side. Was this some sort of dream?

I held my head down as people stared, shock on their faces. I bit my lip and tried to keep up with Vikk. I just wanted to cower into the nearest corner and beg everyone looks away. "Hey, don't look so nervous. Be proud. For me?" I looked up at Vikk, him giving such a kind smile. I deciphered if I should or not. Would it be worth it?

I shook my head at him and looked back at the ground. "I will fix you." He whispered. I looked at him with wide eyes, staring at how proud he seemed. He had that bright smile upon his lips, his brown eyes glistening. His head was held high. I just don't see how he does that.

A small grin was tugging at my lips as I looked away from him and ahead of us. I didn't let my head hang like I usually would. "Is Vikk walking with Lachlan?!" I would hear from the bystanders in the halls. I just ignored and kept walking. I actually feel different. I feel like I don't have to hide away. I feel..safe.

"Vikk? What are you doing?" I heard a cruel, deep tone. I looked and saw the group running towards us. Swiftly, Vikk had pushed me behind him. My eyes were wide at how he was treating me. It was like he wanted to protect me..but why me?

Vikk stood his ground, tall and proud. They all stood before him, confusion on their faces. "Why are you with Lachlan? You don't actually like him, do you? That was a joke, right?" My heart accelerated as I stared in shock at Preston, who had just spoke. I bit my lip, completely confused at this point.

Vikk just stayed silent, smiling. I was flushed beyond a normal red. I felt like I could burn to ashes at any moment now. "I'm done hurting him. He doesn't deserve it." Vikk said calmly. I smiled with no control, grinning like some madman. I felt joy course through me, ridding me of the darkness that how crept upon me for years.

"You have to be kidding!" Rob yelped, worry upon his features. Vikk just chuckled. "I am not kidding. You can't change how I think." And with that, Vikk grabbed my hand and began to pull me away from the group. His hand laced with mine was warm and soft. I was melting in his touch, withering in his presence. Could he see how weak he was making me?

We rounded many corners, our hands still intertwined. I was astonished by how he just stood up his friends. Why would he leave them for someone like me? I was a nobody. I am a waste of space.

Suddenly, I collided with Vikk, the breath knocking out of my lungs. "I'm so sorry!"I began freaking out, afraid his sudden liking to me would vanish. "It's fine. Calm down." He chuckled, patting my shoulder. I smiled. "Why did we stop?" I asked quietly, locking eyes with him again. "I want you to know, I stood up to them for you. You mean more than they ever did. Okay?" My face flushed deeply as I sunk in my form. Did he mean that? "R-Really?" I stuttered out, eyes wide. He nodded and turned to walk more.

I stayed in place, amazed at what he said. Did he mean that? Was he sincere about his actuation? I was lost in my own world of fantasies, images of Vikk and me laughing as we cuddled under the moonlight, slow dances as our bodies fit perfectly together, endless laughs we would exchange at our childish behavior. Could that all come true?

Suddenly, I snapped back to the world as I realized I was alone in the deserted halls. The bell had rung long ago, telling us all students not in class were late. Great. Not only would I be classified as one who skipped, but Vikk was no where insight.

I knawed on my lip as I turned endlessly in one place, staring at the halls leading in different directions. I knew this school like the back of my own hand, but it was like I couldn't remember a thing. I had no clue where I was, how to get out of this area, and where the front doors were.

I slowly began to back away, fear beginning to set in. I didn't stop until I was pressed firmly into the brick wall, sinking down to the ground in a fluent movement. With legs pressed firmly to my chest, I stared at the opposite wall; the colors of blue and white clashing upon one another in a war of who could show more evidently.

I stared at the wall like it was my life story, blankly gazing into nothing but my own imagination. I became oblivious to the world at this point, begging someone would rescue me. Rescue me like a knight in shining armour, as cliché as it may seem.

I whimpered quietly, sinking further against the wall and tile floor. My arms wove themselves around my legs, holding my knees closer to my chest. I felt smaller than the smallest speck of dust at this point. It's what I wanted. I want to be unnoticed.

I find myself alone from my pathetic zoning out. I am in fear; I don't know where I am. The halls are endless mazes, and I am lost within its core. Where is my savior when I need one?