He was there

The first day

The school was bustling with people. Talking, running, jumping. It was awkward, walking in alone. At my old school my best friend Katherine walked with me.
I miss her.
I walked over to the front office. There was a very scary looking lady with murky blonde hair at the desk. She was on the phone and put her finger up at me signalling me to be quiet. I did what she said, being quiet is easy for me.
"Hello"
Her voice was cold and rude. She sounded bored even though the school day hadn't started. Her tone scared me. I just stood there.
Speak Robin, you don't want her to think your stupid!
"Hello". Her eyes stared at me, as if she was looking at my soul. A bit creepy but whatever.
God Robin speak!
"I'm new, my name is Robin Green."
She looked down at her keyboard and started typing. I heard the printer start to whir and she rummaged in the draw for some keys. Once the printer was silent she pushed her chair back and pulled out two pieces of paper.
"This is your time table and a map, and this..." She said handing me a key. "Is your locker key, your locker number is D25, by the drama department"
I thanked her as I walked away and used the map to help me get to my locker, all my bags and books were too heavy, too much pressure. Suddenly I heard a piercing noise that seemed to come from everywhere. It was the bell.
SHIT! I can't be late on the first day.
I started to run.
Screw my locker, I'll find it at break.
My hands and legs were shaking. My vision was blurred. I felt a tear slide down my face.
Oh shit, please no.
Then suddenly, I was on the floor. My head hurt like crazy. The tears rolled down my face like a stampede. I didn't care if anyone could see me, I hated this school already.
"Hey, are you ok? I'm so sorry. I didn't see you."
I looked up to see this boy with messy brown hair, light  and big brown eyes looking down at me with genuine fear and sympathy. He reached his hand out to help me up.
"Are you ok?"
Robin answer, he seems like a nice boy. Answer!
"I'm ok, thanks," I started to walk away to get to class but I felt a warm hand grab my arm and pull me back.
"I think you've hurt your head" He moved the hair away from my face, you know, like they do in the movies. It felt nice. I don't know, different. He pulled his hand down and his finger tips had little droplets of blood. My blood.
"Oh no, you've cut your head pretty badly, I'll take you to the office."
"NO!" I couldn't help it, I didn't want to be the one to make him any later for class, or see that scary woman again.
"I don't mind, I've got a free period."
"Ok, I don't want to go to the office though." I mumbled this, I didn't want him to think I was a stupid scared little girl.
"That's fine, we'll go to the toilets." He flashed a smile at me to calm
He put his arm around me and I flinched.
Why did I flinch? I'm just a stupid retard that's why
"I'm sorry. I thought..."
"No, it was nice, well not nice..."
Oh my god, shut up. Shut up now!
"Ok I'll do it again then."
He did and it felt I don't know, nice I guess. Out of nowhere, all these thoughts were going through my head of what happened, you know before I moved.  The air in my lungs started getting thinner and thinner. I started gasping for air like I was deep underwater. I had to escape. His arm started to feel like a threat even though I knew it wasn't. I had to escape. Suddenly, I felt my arms push him away.
"I'm so sorry. I just thought, I'm stupid I'm so sorry. He was right, he was right I deserve to..." My body folded into a ball but it wasn't enough, I wanted to disappear, get taken away by the wind.
"Hey, why are you sorry, maybe I was too forward. I'm sorry." I started to unfold from my safety ball.
Did he really think it was his fault?
"I'm ok now, you don't have to stay with me."
"No, I'm not leaving you, you know until I know you're ok, truthfully."
He then carried on walking like I hadn't just had a mental breakdown in front of him.
We took a turn and we were at the toilet door. He opened it and let me go through. I managed to give a little thank you. Really, it was pitiful. We were all alone. He went into one of the cubicles and came out with a massive strip of toilet paper. He strolled over to me and placed it carefully on my forehead. The pain was horrible but I managed to hold it in.
I'm used to holding pain in
"I'm so sorry for bumping into you."
"It's fine..."