My name is Gwen. I'm 17 years old and to be honest I'm pathedic. I'm a very shy person but I can be goofy and crazy when I'm comfortable. At least that's how everyone sees me.
I space out a lot, this results in me being called a freak.
I love art and music.
Today had just been like any other day, I got spit balls shot at me in class and kept getting called out for drawing and not paying much attention.
In gym class My mind began to wonder, I looked at the windows of the gym doors leading outside. It has been a very rainy and very dark day in Seattle. I found it beautiful.
Someone walking by had caught my attention outside and I focused in on them, he looked cold and soaked from the weather outside. He had blonde hair that was matted down by the rain, his head was bent down, looking at his feet as he walked.
He wore a sweater and ripped up jeans which were soaking and sticking to his skinny body, I watched as he walked. As if he sensed someone staring at him, he looked over at me with amazing blue eyes as I stood there halfway froze. He gave me a curious look that must have mimicked the look on mine.
Feeling more than awkward, a voice caught my attention snapping me back into reality, it forced me to tear my eyes away from this stranger just in time to see a ball hit me in the face before I knew it I had been knocked backwards.
Pain shot through my face and began to sting.
Coach Mr. Hartman walked up towering over me. "You alright Gwen?" He sighed, clearly annoyed.
I nodded then stood up. I heard Snickering and giggles around the gym and I looked down at my feet, trying to ignore the humiliation I felt because there's nothing I hated more than being humiliated.
Remembering the strange guy, I glanced at the doors to find he wasn't there, I bit the inside of my cheek.
"You need to quit spacing out..this is a constant thing with you, get your head out of the clouds instead of standing there, useless and unproductive" on the inside I cringed at his words. "Sorry.." Was all I could say as he stormed off.
The rest of class I had spent in the nurses office, an ice pack on my face. I thought about the stranger and replayed his image.
Besides that my day was the same, no one really ever talked to me except for Dave. Dave was a cool guy, I didn't talk to him much but I knew him and we've been friends since the day he stuck up for me on the school bus.
The jocks were picking on me when it was after my first week of being there, it was bad enough moving, the new living situation sucked, my situation sucked, school, teachers and other students sucked but I tried my best to ignore them but their words were causing me harm and made me feel shitty. I wanted to fade away so I could hug myself in fetal position and cry alone.
That was when he looked back at them and shouted "Hey shut the fuck up, what the fuck is wrong with you guys do you have nothing better to do?!"
They chuckled and said things under their breaths to each other but atleast they left me the fuck alone and they didn't give him shit for sticking up for me...or atleast they didn't say anything out loud anyway.
"Thanks.." I said, I gave him a smile. We started talking and he sat next to me on the bus that day, he enjoyed music like I did even played the drums.
Today he didn't ride the bus, he walked with me when the last Bell rang then he walked with his tall friend Krist back to his house. So today I sat alone which I didn't mind, I was at peace looking out the window, I felt something wet graze my cheek, alarmed I wiped my cheek and realized it was spit. I looked behind me to see some asshole shooting spit balls at me.
I felt grossed out and I ducked under the back of the seat. I heard their laughing. One of them said "Awww are we all alone now? Fuckin freak. Your faggot friend isn't here to stick up for you! " the bus stopped where I'm supposed to get off.
I grabbed my backpack and put my hood up. I stood up and rushed out the bus. "Haha she's scared!" One of them hollered. My anxiety worsened and it felt like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't get out of the bus fast enough.
As the bus drove off I heard someone yell 'freak' out the window before they threw a peeled orange at me.
I covered my face with my arms as it hit me. I waited till the bus wasn't in sight before walking. I didn't have far to walk.
I checked my shoulder to see if there was any gunk on my hoodie.
"Hey don't let those assholes bother you.." Someone called out. I got startled and glanced around, I spotted someone up in a tree that wasn't too high up.
I recognized the guy and it was the same guy from earlier that I had seen outside my gym class.
"Okay" I said.
"Don't worry I get picked on too..for being too feminine, too scrawny, I get called names and I get picked on a lot. You aren't alone" he said calmly before climbing out of the tree. "I'm sorry to hear that..." I said shyly but he didn't seem to mind how awkward I was.
I grabbed my umbrella from inside my backpack and I held it out to him. I had it with me at all times but never use it, I loved the rainy weather.
He looked at it. "I saw you earlier and you were soaking wet, you looked cold..now you have an umbrella for when it rains again" I said explaining, giving him a sweet smile. He gave a smile that showed cute dimples. It was a smile that could melt away anyones heart.
"Wow that's very nice of you, thank you" he said before taking it. I couldn't help but feel very weird and awkward. "You know it's not everyday a person like me meets someone as kind as you...considering you don't know me. So this is very much appreciated" he said looking at it then looking at me as I went to zip up my backpack.
"I'm Kurt" he says, I looked up and my brown eyes met with his blue ones. "I'm Gwen, it's nice to meet you Kurt. I'm sorry...but I have to go, my parents will be pissed if I'm late getting home" I said to him looking at his eyes one more time, he was already looking at mine.
"Alright. Maybe I'll see you around.. Thanks again and it was nice meeting you, Gwen." he said as he started to walk off. "You too Kurt" I said continuing to walk my way home.
I walked in the front door and hung my backpack up. I look over to see my mom on the couch with her boyfriends daughter. I strongly disliked her.
"Hi honey how was your day?" My mother asked looking over at me. "It was great" I said pulling a fake smile as I walked upstairs to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and plopped face down on my bed. I thought about Kurt, he seemed friendly and really kind.
I smiled thinking about this and replaying his smile in my mind. Before I knew it I had fallen asleep.
