~Zeke's POV~
Before he could answer my question, I ran. I ran and ran and ran..
As I slow down, dropping my backpack to the ground, and hear footsteps behind me, I let the tears burning my eyes fall, splattering like paint against the pavement.
They'll never like you. You're stupid, a mute. No one would like you in a billion years... this guy is just trying to be nice... he pitties you. Go have yourself a pity party, girl.
Someone grabs my wrist, pulling me towards them. I see Simon's face before he embraces me. I cry into his shoulder as he hugs me, rubbing my back slightly.
"It's okay, it's okay... shhhh" I hear him whisper. I pull away, eyes wide. He looks at me, his eyes and facial expression soft. I keep crying, right there... in the middle of the sidewalk, in the arms of the most popular boy in school.
Your mask is shattered, you invisibility cloak is torn... you ruined the disguise for this jock who will never love you... pity pity pity..
"Why?" I rasp into his chest, still wanting an answer.. he hugs me a little tighter, playing with the ends of my hair.
"Because everyone else... they expect something from me.. you dont.. at least, I dont think you do.. You're smart, and observant, and are an amazing artist... " he trails off, sighing.. his breath sends a chill through my body. I take a deep breath and pull away, not looking at him. He lets his arms fall to his side and he picks up my backpack.
"I'm sorry." I whisper, shaking my head. People are staring at us...
He smiles, "Let me walk you home." He shoulders my backpack, along with his own, and waits for me to start walking. I sigh, reluctantly letting him follow as I begin walking home..
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Launched Into Oblivion
Teen FictionZeke. Her name is different, but she likes it... it's one of the few things she likes about herself... she's caught up in her own world, her own reality... Her anxiety attacks are a constant, but no one knows... why should they? She's lonely, but wo...
