Eye Of The Hurricane

Chapter Three: Alone

Whispers surrounded me. Everyone was glued to the locker whispering.

"...destroyed the locker...made Stephanie cried..."

I clenched my teeth and kept moving. I opened the classroom door and walked in. The chattering students became silent. I looked around. Everyone was staring at me. My footsteps echoed as I walked to my seat. I sat gingerly onto the hard chair. God this was going to be a hard day.

The bell rang, signaling the beginning of lunch. Everyone rushed out of the room. Soon I was the only one left. I got up with a sigh. Five periods and it felt like a million years.

I took my lunch and scanned the cafeteria. I didn't seem to fit anywhere.

I took a seat at an empty table at the far end of the cafeteria. Everybody within 10 feet of me seemed to lean away. Some people actually got up to move to the other side of the cafeteria, far away from me.

I gritted my teeth and started to unwrap my lunch, when someone grabbed me by the waist. I turned around,

"Wh--"

One look at my attacker rendered me speechless.

I pushed him away and pointed at him,

"You! What are you doing here."

Davis tried to suppress a smile,

"I go to school here, just like you do."

"Ha ha. Very funny. I mean what are you doing here with me."

He raised his eyebrows. That is getting annoying.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No. Haven't you been listening to those horrible people spread rumors about me?"

He shrugged noncommittally,

"I really don't believe them. They all seem really exaggerated and anyways I don't judge without learning the whole truth for myself."

This time I smiled.

He stepped back with a melodramatic face,

"Oh my, the alien smiled."

My smile turned into a glare. Seeing my reaction he put his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, Okay. Here's a compromise. You tell me your name and no more calling you alien."

I tilted my head in contemplation. What would be the harm of telling him my name? 

"Fine. My name is Anna, but I'm pretty sure you know that."

He shrugged again,

"Like I said-"

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. I know. Just stop talking." I interrupted with an annoyed tone."

He smiled and moved to sit next to me,

"K, Anna"

My name seemed to roll of his tongue and hover in the air. I ignored him with a poker face and returned to my lunch, a secret smile under the cold.

Just as I was starting to think that things were getting better, Joshua, or should I say jerk face, loomed over me with a sneer. Almost everybody on my side of the cafeteria left.

Joshua was the same as Stephanie. Popular but gives everybody who isn't as "cool" as them hell. Joshua was the Quarterback of the football team and to boost his immensely large ego even more he had good looks too. Not that I knew why any of the girls thought he was hot and to make matters worse, he was also dating the bitch Stephanie.

"Get up Dog"

I ignored Joshua. Which got him even more pissed.

"Didn't you hear me? Or are you deaf?"

I didn't respond. Joshua got red in the face. He took my hand and pulled me up. He lifted me off the floor like I was a feather. I winced as his grip tightened.

"Let go of me," I growled.

Joshua shrugged with a cruel smile and said,

"Whatever you say my dear, Anna."

I shivered at my name. With that he threw me on the floor. I slid and hit the wall. I got up swift and walked to Joshua. I got up to his smug face and punched him in the nose.

Joshua stumbled and lifted his hand to his now bleeding nose. He roared and charged at me. I closed my eyes and cringed as I waited for the impact that never came.

I looked up to see Joshua held up in the air by Davis.

"Go pick on someone your own size," he said and promptly thew Joshua onto the ground like how Joshua did to me.

Davis took my bag and my hand. He led me out the hallway and up the stairs without a word.

When we were three floors up I pulled and stopped him.

"I'm tired."

He turned around with a expression of rage.

"What were you thinking punching Joshua? He is twice your size for gods sake. Did you even think of asking for my help?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion,

"I actually forgot about you. Why do you care anyway?"

He threw his hands up in exasperation,

"I'm your friend. Why wouldn't I care?"

I tilted my head,

"Friends? Us? Since when?"

"Since you told me your name."

I frowned,

"And you took that as me becoming your friend?"

It was his turn to frown,

"Okay, Fine. I'm not your friend. Just don't come running to me when Joshua decides to rough you up again."

He turned and left me standing in a stairwell, all alone.

Again.