How he saved me.

4- Walking to School

My mom actually called me last night. I didn't really want to talk to her but I knew she would act worse if I didn't. I thought that she might've called because she actually cared, but no. She called because my father made her and when I told her how my knees and neck were she told me to stop being self absorbed. Me, self absorbed? Well, yes more than I used to be ever since the injuries but you have to care about yourself, right?

I had a physical therapy appointment after school today and I was thinking about calling a cab considering I'm still not allowed to drive. It sucks that my parents left not caring about how I got to school or doctors appointments, but I'm also kind of glad. It'd be weird for them to act like they care because I'm injured after seventeen years of being practically ignored.

I was in a surprisingly better mood than usual. Mason seemed to think I opened up to him last night. I feel comfortable talking about my injuries and how they happened. It's other things that I don't like to talk about, or even think about.

Sleeping with a neck brace was a pain, but it didn't ruin the good mood I was in. I put on denim shorts and a tank top with converse. It was pretty hot these past couple weeks and it was hot during the summer in Texas so I owned a ton of denim shorts and tank tops. They are my favorite clothes anyway.

I grabbed my crutches and headed downstairs after brushing my teeth and putting on a tiny bit of mascara. Since I had blonde hair my eyelashes weren't that noticeable.

I grabbed a granola bar out of the kitchen and went outside to start my long walk to school. I have to leave an hour earlier so I would make it on time. I had tried getting the bus to come by my house but they wouldn't.

I absolutely hated crutches. They were hurting my underarms so bad by rubbing against the skin. God, I can't wait to be able to walk again. My physical therapist hopes that my left leg will start healing at the same pace as my right. I just hope it hurries up.

My friends from gym had called me, it was filled with awkward silences at first but soon we fell into our same routine laughing at our inside jokes while they told me about the stuck up new teammate that they had gotten and how she didn't work hard. It was fun talking to people who understood my language. I can't exactly try to talk to Mason about how I had over rotated once on my double and a half layout full on floor or how I used to get these massive blood blisters from bars. I loved talking about gymnastics still but it was kind of upsetting. Though, who doesn't love to compare  calluses or scars from throughout the years?

"Why the hell are you walking to school on crutches? Aren't you supposed to go easy, and doesn't that hurt your arms?" A familiar voice asks me and I look to my side. Mason was there in his black sports car driving at the same excruciatingly slow pace I was walking at.

"I didn't have anyone to drive me. I have arm muscles, remember, you're talking to a gymnast. Correction; former gymnast," I reply.

"I'm here now. Get in before I change my mind," he says smirking and stops his car. The second time I've been in his car and I've known him for not even a day.

"You could be a psychotic axe murderer trying to lure me in. I could end up dead if I got into your car," I reply putting my hands on my hips through my crutches.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm totally gonna kill you. Get in before we're late," he says getting out of his car and opening the passenger seat door for me. He helps me get in and places my crutches in the backseat before getting into the car and driving away.

The entire way to school Mason tried to have a conversation with me and in the end we ended up bickering about whether or not ants had toes. I had absolutely no clue if they did or not but I supported the 'no' side. Mason's argument was: "then how do they climb up things sidewards or upside down?"

I got out of his car quickly once we got to school. To my surprise, he didn't say anything like "Hey can I get out first so nobody sees us together?" Instead, he walked in with me still laughing about our previous conversation while half the school stared at us.

"Well this is my locker," I say cutting him off and he nods. "Well thanks for driving me, I'll see you later I guess."

"Are you trying to get away from me? Wow, we've known each other for less than twenty-four hours and you're already getting rid of me.  That hurts," he laughs placing his hand on his chest above his heart.

"Just trying to let you down easy," I reply turning to my locker and opening it. I grab a couple of books and put them in my bag and walk away.

"Wait, were you serious? Nope, not happening. You are stuck with me now, not that that's a bad thing, but you are. You're also sitting with me at lunch whether you like it or not."

"Thanks for giving me a choice," I sarcastically answer.

"Anytime.  See you in chem!" He calls to me as he walks the opposite direction. Finally, I'm starting to like it here. Not much, just a little bit.

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"It's not that bad, you'll be fine," he says soothingly to me. I feel like telling him that it sounds like he's having voice issues but I don't.

"I'd rather not. I'd prefer to not go."

"It's not that bad, it's just a cafeteria, Dylan. You can't just not eat because of Christina. It's not like she rules the school,; that's my job." He smirks and I roll my eyes at his cockiness.

Eat in the cafeteria and have a possibility of making friends, or go back to eating lunch alone or not eating lunch at all?  I think the choice is clear.

"Fine.  But you have to drive me wherever I want for the rest of the week." I say and he shrugs his shoulders.

"I'd do that anyways because I'm a nice person."

"Since when?"

"You don't know me so don't judge." He says in a high pitched voice and pretends to wipe away a tear.

"Okay, fine, whatever." I laugh as he pulls me into the cafeteria and towards the lunch line.

People actually stop eating and stare when they see him.  Girls start fixing their hair at their tables and giggle.  It's pathetic, really.

"What are you doing in here?" A snobby voice asks loudly.

This should be fun, real fun.

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