Saving Myself

Chapter 2

"Why is it my fault?" I say, sitting close to the classroom door, looking bored.

For some weird reason I always liked sitting close to a door or window. It made me feel safe. Don't know why.

If the teacher was boring, I could stare out the window. Or if there would be a fire, I could just jump out (If I were on the first floor). No matter what I would be the first out of any circumstance, or the first to a disaster.

"You didn't get me the ice-cream."

"Steven I told you it was going to melt, and I wasn't in the mood to buy anything that day."

Steven is my cousin. He has light brown eyes. His hair was dirty blond just like mine. He was probably 6'1. He had a strong jaw line, his nose was straight and he had a fit body.

Girls envy me because I talk to him. They don't know I'm his cousin.

He is seated next to me, taking out a pencil. "Do you have any idea who the guy is?"

"Nope," I say. "And I don't care. All I know is his name is Noah."

Steven glances at me and he's about to say something, but before he does,the teacher walks inside the classroom, shutting every student talking.

Today is the first day of hell. Summer is over and we have to start school again.

The hallway full of torturous teens, hugging people some even making out.

I have my first two classes with Steven, English and Algebra. Which suck because I bet Steven will only complain in math class, and I actually appreciate math.

"Why do you keep dressing like that?" He whispers. "It's a new semester, so you should get a new look."

I sigh. " I like your logic."

He glares at me. "It's the truth. New semester, new you. So why do you keep dressing like a grandma?"

"I don't know. It just became a habit," I honestly say.

I guess dressing like this my sophomore year just became a habit.

It's like running every day in the morning; you just get used to it.

"What a weird habit," mumbles Rhett.

"Shut up," I whisper.

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By lunchtime I'm exhausted. Having to walk to my classes takes a big toll on me. When I'm about to approach the library, Steven suddenly gets in front of me.

"What?" I say.

"Your eating lunch with me," Is all he says before he grabs my wrist and drags me.

He literally drags me to the cafeteria. Everyone stares at us like we were crazy. Well, like I'm crazy because they stare at Steve like he's some piece of meat.

"We're eating lunch together so just be quiet and sit," he orders, once we come inside the cafeteria and sit down on the tables.

"What about your friends? Go and eat with them." I urge him.

I love my cousin. But I know if he hangs out with me, he will end up like me.

Alone.

And I also want him to leave because like my solitude. But I guess Steven being here has some benefits.

For example, last year I remember some bimbo making fun of me because I had no fashion sense, of course she was right, but I still punched her in the face. I wasn't going to sit around and let her humiliate me. I might look weak and fragile but I'm anything but.