A Silent Love

Chapter 3 : Yeah... naked girl, pool table. Got it.

Mason's POV

I haven't been able to stop thinking. I've stopped paying attention in class. I'm either thinking of how I'm going to get enough money for my mom's treatment or that girl at the subway station.

My music usually enchanted people, but she just ignored me and walked right on by without even a glance. It's been weeks and I haven't seen her anymore.

It's slowly driving me insane.

"Hey man what's up?" My friend Bryce calls from down the hall. I stop and smile at him slightly.

Who is she?

"Dude, you should've been at the party last night. It was epic! This one girl got so drunk she took off her dress and started dancing on the pool table and..." I stopped listening to his rant and just stared right through him.

This is crazy. Why am I even thinking this much about her? Sure, she didn't stop to listen to my music. Sure, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Sure, her blonde hair looked so soft that I just want to run my fingers through it...

Where was I going with this?

Oh right.

I have never been so obsessed about something like this. Especially not a girl. Especially not a girl I've never met.

I just need to let it go. Maybe she was in a huge rush. That's it. She didn't stop to listen because she had somewhere to be. Now, can my brain shut up for a second?

"Dude, are you like even listening?" Bryce groaned at me, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Yeah... naked girl, pool table. Got it," I mumbled as I walked beside him to my first period.

"Are you alright man? You've been acting all weird lately..." Bryce trailed as he looked at me weird.

Ah man, this girl is even making my friend concerned.

"Nah dude, I'm just exhausted. I'll catch up with you later, okay?" He slapped my back as I arrived to my first period class.

I quickly walked to the back of the room, greeting everybody as I passed by their desks. I saw my friend Grayson and slid in the desk behind him.

He was chatting with his girlfriend, Samantha, so I took the opportunity to think more without being disturbed.

I thought about how long I would have to play tonight in the subway before I could afford to take mom in to the hospital. Then of course, my mind wandered to the mystery girl.

Before I could even picture her face, the sound of shoes hammering on the floor made my head snap up. I looked at the entrance of the door and saw... no, it can't be.

The familiar beautiful face that I haven't been able to get out of my head was right there, in the front of the room, in my class. Her hair was flying everywhere and her face was flushed, looking like she had ran all the way here. I couldn't help but stare.

She quickly made her way down the aisle of desks and I noticed how people kept talking about her. Some girls laughed at her and even scooted away. I narrowed my eyes at them and they immediately stopped. The girl didn't even seem to notice as she sat in the chair right behind me.

My heart sped up slightly as I inhaled her vanilla scent. I turned around slightly to get a better look at her face. Luckily, she was looking out the window, not paying me any mind.

She had the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen. She had a little button nose and full, pink lips that looked so soft. A scattering of freckles were on her nose. They made her look so young and full of life.

I was about to speak to her when the teacher finally walked in and began his lesson. Every once in a while I turned my head to glance at her. She was staring out the window intently throughout the lesson.

"Mr. Young, do you have the answer for number seven?" Mr. Jones called out. I quickly snapped my head around and fumbled with my papers as I looked for the problem. God I hate math.

"I know it is a Monday, but you guys need to wake up!" He barked. His eyes zeroed in on the girl behind me and a smirk grew on his face as he saw that she, too, wasn't paying attention.

"Olivia, how about you answer the question for us since Mason was too busy staring at you to answer?"

So her name's Olivia.

I blushed bright red and turned towards her. This is so embarrassing. Luckily, she was still daydreaming and hadn't even heard what Mr. Jones said.

The whole class turned around once they realized the question wasn't being answered.

Olivia still hadn't noticed the attention on her and I knew I had to do something before she got detention. I swiftly shoved her shoulder which seemed to get her attention. She glared at me before looking at the many people staring at her.

"Olivia!! Please pay attention! What is the answer for number seven?" Mr. Jones repeated, starting to get irritated.

Her green eyes widened in fear as she looked around at all the people who's eyes were on her. She still hadn't said a word yet and Mr. Jones's face was getting increasingly red, so I knew I needed to help her out.

"x equals negative fifty four, I believe," I called out after I quickly solved the equation.

"Thank you, Olivia." A few kids chuckled at this, but quieted down when Mr. Jones narrowed his eyes. "Now, can anyone do the work for number eight?" He continued the lesson and everyone's attention went back to the front of the room.

I turned around to say something to Olivia, but her head was on her desk. I just kept staring at her. She was just one mystery after the other.

Immediately after class, I was going to try to catch up to Olivia to see if she's alright. I mean I know some people are scared to be called on in class, but she looked a little too terrified. It honestly worried me a little. 

And no, I wasn't using this as an excuse to stare at her some more. 

When the bell rings, I pack all my books up hurriedly, trying to get out fast so I could catch up to her. Before I even have the chance to zip up my bag, she's practically sprinting out of the door.

Cursing under my breath, I fling my bag over my shoulder and run to catch up to her. 

I make it to the door and scan the hallway, desperately searching for her blonde head. I see a blur running down the stairs and I waste no more time. 

I shove past people and make it down the stairs, taking two at a time. Luckily, I used to play soccer and still have decent endurance. 

I spot her walking on the sidewalk and increase my speed to catch up to her. 

"Olivia!" I call out to her. She doesn't turn around so I don't think she hears me. 

I walk the extra few feet to stand next to her and tap her shoulder. Her green eyes widen as she notices me standing there. "Hey, you seemed a little uneasy in class and I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

She just stares at me, her mouth slightly open and her eyes darting back and forth. 

God, I don't even know her. This is none of my business. I probably scared her even more.

"I'm sorry. I just want to make sure you're okay..." I trail off as she continues to stare at me like I'm a monster she found under her bed. 

I scan over her arms, trying to see if there is any sign of abuse. "Are you okay?" I ask once more, still staring at her. 

She gulps audibly before nodding slowly. Before I had the chance to say anything else she disappeared in the crowd. I was about to chase after her once again, but I was suddenly pushed. 

I lay sprawled on the dirty sidewalk, feet stepping all over my bag and my papers that had fallen out since I neglected to zip up my bag properly. 

As I tried to collect my papers, I kept thinking about her. Something was wrong and I was going to find out.