He ignored me. Not QUITE ignored me, but I felt offended. He didn't talk back to me. "Hello?" I said, turning back to him and leaning against the lockers after shutting mine. The boy open his mouth for only a moment before shutting it with a sorry smile and a sad glance before shutting his locker and looking at his shoes. "You okay?" I said, rushing up to him and bending down to look at his eyes...His bright green eyes that would make a stripper fall in love. I smiled shyly, feeling really fucking awkward at that moment. I smiled brighter, forgetting that I was already smiling. "You're alright, right?" I asked. He lifted his head and I bolted up at that same instance, bumping into his chest on the way, loosing balance. I toppled over, screaming bloody murder. The hallways seemed to shoot bows into my skin with their eyes and all I could do was throw back my head, taking the silky black bow from off my head and letting my hair fall back from it's bun. I looked back up and saw a small grin, not big, not noticeable, and not sad, there on the boys face.
I stood back up and reopened my locker. I took the gray hoodie and put it on. I then grabbed his arm and walked with him down the halls. "What's your Homeroom class?" I asked, yawning after finishing the sentence. He pulled out his yellow sheet and handed it to me. "Ms.Bozeer," I said, confirming it. "Let's go, you're coming with me." He looked confused as I looked back into his dark brown hair and green eyes. "Same homeroom," I clarify and watch as recognition slowly dawned onto his face like sunrise in a safari. He nodded softly and I adjusted our linked arms and we stopped at the door. I let go of the chain we had. He looked sad with that small smile on like he had earlier. "You go in after me, okay? Or else everyone will make fun of you for being with me." I said this, bending down below the window so they wouldn't see me. He nodded and I smiled at him, trying to reassure him everything will be okay.
I walked into class with a cheerful smile, my eye corners crinkling of how wide I was fake-grinning. "Ms.Anthem," Ms.Bozeer roared, glaring at me just as the tardy bell rang in the air like a knife in a fist fight. I smiled at her apologetically and hauled ass to my seat in the back corner, staying away from the old hag of a teacher. I plop onto my seat, sitting down and facing forward with a smug kind of look that sort of says "Fuck off," and at the same time, a bit more sarcastic. I bit my lip a bit, smearing the lipgloss as the boy walked in. His eyes said nervous but his act said laid back. The old hag suddenly became the nicest bitch there was. She smiled brighter than a million stars, if only her teeth weren't yellow, and clasped her hands together. "This is Nathan Berhart everyone! " I was wondering why she didn't treat him like anyone else on the first day?
" I want you to be nice to him," She strictly informed and demanded of us. "WHY?" Yelled Jennifer from across the room. Ms.Bozeer's neck nearly snapped and I swear she should've gotten whip lash. She glared at Jennifer with what seemed to be possesed snake eyes because Jennifer looked down to her desk, her strawberry colored hair falling down from her shoulders into her face. She kept on smiling, though, even as she talked through grinding teeth. "Nathan, here, doesn't talk. He's what we call a mute." She dictated us, slithering each word around us until she finally wrapped herself across the desks, veering Nathan with her hands clasped on his shoulder to a desk on the right, back corner, not the left. I smiled at Nathan for a moment.
Suddenly the snake's words dawned on me. He didn't speak. He wasn't just being shy. Or hurt. Or even a fucking asshole. He didn't speak. He didn't speak. He doesn't speak. These words kept repeating themselves and lodging themselves deep into my memory and thoughts and even in the farthest corners of my mind. I smiled, then, of how ignorant and weird I must've looked to him. I chuckled aloud as the bell rang to tell us to get out of class and move on with our days. I complied to the bell as if I would've laid down my life for it. So I ran out the classroom while everyone else took their sweet 'ole time.
