The Not-So Forgotten Loser

Chapter 2

I ran towards the nearest bathroom and curled up in the corner. I can't believe I let those people see me cry. I heard the bathroom door open so I tried to stay as quiet as possible.

"Valerie?" I heard a somewhat familiar male voice ask, had I gone into the wrong bathroom? I didn't answer.

"Don't pretend you're not in here, I saw you run in here, just come out... Please" he sounded almost sad that I didn't answer, but still I didn't get up. I sat there letting the awkward silence grow.

I heard the stall doors began to fly open until he got to the last stall, the one I was in. I shut my eyes tight so that he wouldn't see my tears. The door flung open and judging by the lack of footsteps, he was standing there, staring at me.

"Why are you in the corner?" He asked slightly amused. I opened my eyes to see him smirking at me. I'm guessing that he saw the single tear that I felt roll down my face because his smirk disappeared into a concerned and caring look. He slowly came up to me and crouched down so that he was at the same level as me. I looked up at him and he pulled me into a hug, something I have missed for a while now. I realized that I was just sitting there like a statue and hugged him back, we stayed like this for probably two minutes then I cracked. I started to cry onto his shoulder, I felt myself being lifted off the ground and out of the bathroom.

I looked up at Jose when we made it to the outside of the school. My eyes widened, I saw the bruises starting to form on his face, I guess that the bathroom lighting wasn't the easiest to see in. His face was perfectly oval shaped, his cheekbones were so dominant that you had to be blind not to notice. His perfect brown hair, the color of chocolate, and the single curl that always seemed to be in his face. I mentally slapped myself for staring at his perfect face.

I guess he noticed me staring, "Don't worry, he got the worse of it" Jose said with a worried expression on his face. He reached his hand out to touch my head when I self consciously flinched the worried look deepened. "Does it hurt?" He asked again reaching his hand towards my head. A confused look instantly appeared, wasn't I supposed to be asking him that? I reached up to where I had hit my head on the locker, it was warm? I pulled my hand down and saw a red liquid, it wasn't that much but still.

I looked back up at him, he looked at me with an even more worried look, I just looked at him with a confused look on my face. I felt myself starting to get dizzy and I grabbed a hold of his shirt. I could feel his muscles rippling underneath and his heart rate pick up.

"Why did you stand up for me?" I asked so casually I surprised myself.

"I... I... I didn't know what else to do?" He said shocked by my casual yet confused tone. "Was I not supposed to?" He asked. I looked up at him to just in time to notice a hurt look being pushed from sight. I could barely stand up on my own and I think he noticed, he grabbed a hold of my waist to keep me steady, I shuddered as the contact sent a chilling sensation through my whole body.

I leaned in and did what I never thought I would ever do, and I mean ever.