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Eyes - Nia

Deep blue eyes. That's the first thing I see when I stand after picking my notebooks up since the usual bullies have ended the day by knocking them out of my hands. So cliché of them.

Then I see the rest of her. Tall, red hair cut in a shaggy way that is a few centimeters above her eyes, strong jawed, serious face, somewhat pale skin. Except her eyes that twinkle with amusement and her lips that form a small, friendly smile.

"Hi."

She says in a slight country accent, handing me my journal. I take it shyly and nod my head, letting my ash blonde hair fall to cover most of my face. I have never seen her before, leading me to believe that she's new, but she seems to have that air around her that just demands to be respected. Either that or it could be how her muscles strain against her black shirt that pairs perfectly with her dark blue jeans, making her look like an ox.

"Hi."

I all but whisper then turn to go. She catches my arm and it's such a sudden yet gentle move that is causes me to gasp and spin myself to face her again, making the bottom of my black dress flair. I catch a glimpse of her hand on my tanned arm and it looks so foreign. She immediately removes her hand as if she's been burned and I can't blame her. No one touches me unless it's to hit me.

"I'm Jay."

She, Jay as I now know, gestures to my pastel pink notebook with a smile that seems to be permanent on her lips. I keep my head down, trying to avoid asking why she's talking to someone like me. And to keep from her seeing me blushing since I had been staring at how the shirt seemed to show everything.

"I'm guessing you're Nia?"

"I have to go."

I have to go. Nice word play. I could've said 'Yep! That's me! Hi, nice to meet you!' Instead I turn tail and take off down the hall, leaving Jay standing there with a confused look on her face.

I reach my English class a while before the bell rings since I like to be early and take my seat in the back of the class. I see that someone had left me a note then sigh. Worried that some jerk had just decided to leave me a note describing what I already know about myself, I crumble it up and toss it in the trashcan near me.

Then I notice that I have caught someone's eye. Jay has magically appeared across the room and is watching me with a curious expression. I stare at her for a moment before I hear a throat clearing. I look down and play with my fingers.

"Well well. If it isn't our little punching bag."

Natalie, a girl that used to be my best friend until she came back from a trip and became a major bitch, says. I chew my lip.

"What? Not talking to me now?"

Her and her lookalikes snicker. I'm really not joking when I call them lookalikes. All three have bleach blonde hair, emerald green eyes, and a cheerleaders body. I just close my eyes, waiting for their attack. But it never comes. Instead, I get a low growl and a few fearful intakes of breath.

"Leave her be."

Jay. I look up and see that she's standing with her back to me between them and I. Her posture is straightened and her hands are clenched into fists are her sides, making me realize just how intimidating she must look on the other side.

"Why protect her? She's a nothing. A nobody. Why waist your breath?"

Natalie tries to reason, terribly, with her. It seems to only make Jay madder. Another growl reverberates through her and I can feel it even though we're not touching.

"Don't you ever talk about her that way again. If I find out you have, I will make your life as much a hell as you all have put her through except worse. Is that understood?"