Never Harm A Human

Chapter 7: Ross

"...and so I left. Jobless, heartbroken, and lonely. I bought the pent house in North Marséille, and I live there now," I finished telling Hannah. I tried to keep myself perky and upbeat, but every word was like swallowing an emotional knife.

We sat at our usual lunch table in the center of the cafeteria, with all the other popular kids. Derek sat here too, but he sits on the other end. But the distance did nothing to lighten the weight of his stare as if he knew I was talking about him. But what else would I be talking about? He's been trying to get my attention the whole lunch period, but one of the less popular kids on his side were always vying for his attention.

Thankfully the kids closest to us weren't listening to my pity party because they were so invested in stupid shit like make up, football games, and new sales at Victoria's Secret. If you can't tell, I've never wanted to be here, I didn't ask for the popular title. But after the boob fairy visited Hannah, it was thrust upon her, and she dragged me along with her. I'm just happy that she managed to stay humble, and the same kindergartner who wanted to learn how to stand up for herself. I'm glad she still needs me.

Anyway, back in track I got a visit much later, but mine are no match for Hannah's miraculous rack. It'd be an understatement to say she grew into her awkward six year old height. Because now she was the green eyed, rock moving, 6'2", dark skinned hour glass shape that graced every boys wet dream. I know for a fact, because a lot of them told me in detail.

Why?

Because as Hannah became a sexual goddess, I turned into her crazy smart, overly nice, Derek fighting, human protecting, untouchable best friend. People have a few perceptions of me, but I don't really care about any of them, whether they're nice or mean.

Some find me intimidating or assume I'm a lesbian because I don't talk to boys and ride skate boards to school. Hannah rides them too, but it may have something to do with the fact that I haven't dated anyone for years. But that's just a personal choice. Not that it's any of your business.

But there's also this Saint rumor, that I'm too perfect for any one boy to call his. So they all agreed to let me be a public monument instead of a person. I don't really know if that ones true, but it seems to be, because no one has asked me out since seventh grade. I usually have to ask out the guy if its that important. But to tell you the truth I don't feel perfect, I just like to put my emotions out there, play video games, and do nothing if I feel like it.

The common factor with all of those theories is that I'm untouchable. Too good or too weird to be anyone's eye candy. Whenever I try to ask one of my guy friends, they say I'm cute in my own way, what ever that means. I'm guessing it means I'm lovable and liked by everyone, but in an adorable puppy or you're everyone's little sister way. Not a I want to bang Kira mercilessly way.

I usually drown out the noisy high schoolers with thoughts of sparring strategies, but I guess there's no reason for that now. I felt like an empty shell. It's not just that I've lost my purpose in life, but that I've wasted nine years for nothing. I've took advanced classes for nothing, I'm here for nothing.

"I wonder how long it will take for him to notice I was the one depositing money into his account," I said angrily stabbing the broccoli on my lunch tray.

"Oh my god, you poor girl. You have won the my life sucks contest," Hannah said rubbing my back in small circles. I love how she knew I find that comforting.

"Yeah, yeah. But it just feels like I wasted my whole life on this one job...and I don't even have that anymore. What do I have Hannah?," her lip trembled, "besides you. There's nothing left for me, I've trained my whole life to protect and serve those who can't protect themselves, now what?"