Emerald

Chapter Two: I Thought This Was Back to Normal?

    Once I had made it back home, I opened the door, memories of my Brother and I happy, having fun, and just being us flooded into my mind -I still to this day, will never forget those memories.- I threw my bag onto the couch, then walked over to the door, grabbing the mail from the mailbox. I opened all the mail, most of them were bills, bills that had somehow been paid off completely: My brothers car, the apartment, and all utilities had been paid for, for about 3 more months. I threw the bills onto the table next to the door, then walking back over to the couch and sinking into it. Then I remembered -School.-

     After I had rushed to get ready, my definition, and other girls definition of ready were very very different things. I didn't wear makeup, fancy clothes, or anything special, -Except the ring, now- I was just me. Wearing black shoes, a baggy red shirt, and some jeans, I was never anything special, and I thought I never would be -That changed drastically.-  I ran out of the house, locking the doors behind me, and then rushing towards the school, one thing I always have been Is an over-achiever. I was never late, I don't plan on being late ever, so I ran. I felt even stronger and faster than I did earlier, even though I was running on no sleep.  Normally it took me about thirty minutes to run to school, which was my daily commute, today, it took me ten.

    Everything had gone good at school, up until lunch, Jett was being picked on, again. Jett is the type of guy that hides in the shadows, doesn't talk much, keeps to himself, and wears black everything; which always lead to him being made fun of. The girls were the one who constantly made fun of him, not the guys, which seemed odd, to me at least. I was trying to sit at my table, and just mind my own goddamn business, but I couldn't. The girls were pulling his long black hair, while he just kept his head down, and let it happen. I slammed my fist on the table, then walked over to them "Leave him alone." I said, grabbing the girl who was currently pulling his hair, by the arm. She gave me that look that all entitled girls gave when they got in trouble or didn't get what they had wanted.

     "Excuse me?" she said, practically spitting in my face. I wiped the spit off of my face, then gave a little chuckle "I'm pretty sure you heard me." my grip tightening on her arm. Her face started to go red, as her group of friends looked confusingly at her, I was obviously embarrassing her, which I wanted to do in the first place. A bruise started to form on her arm, around my hand, she squeaked a little bit, and tried to pull away. I tripped her quickly, so no one could see, but kept a grip on her arm, she fell in one swift moment. Once she was on the floor, I let go of her arm, giving her a fake frown "Aw, Such a klutz. Maybe you should go to the bathroom and fix your makeup, it looks smudged." She got up quickly, and ran away, crying, her friends ran after her.

     I looked at Jett, smiling softly, and brushing away a piece of hair from his eyes "Nice to see those eyes, again." He gave me a look of confusion, then ran out of the room, and out of the school. I followed him, there was just something about him that always made me want to help him, I don't know why -I did know why, just couldn't admit it at the time.- He was sitting in the court yard, breathing heavily, and facing towards me. "Go the fuck away." He said. I sighed, walking closer to him "I'm sorry Jett, I just wanted to help." I sat down next to him, letting out another sigh. He slammed his books down on his lap, then looked at me "Yeah? Well guess what's going to happen now? Everyone's going to say I can't stand up for myself and I'm a pussy. So a girl has to stand up for me."  The way he said those words sounded hateful, but full of regret too.

     "And that's a bad thing that a girl stood up for you? That's a little sexist." I said gently, trying not to push him over the edge. His eyes then started to look like a darker blue "Fuck you." he said, getting up, and walking to his car. Once he was in, he pulled out a few minutes later. I told myself that I had at least tried to help him, and that was enough to convince myself it was fine. I walked back into the school and moving onto my next class. I've always hated Jett, but at the same time, I wanted to help him, and make sure he was okay. That's what I truly hated, feeling one thing, but also another thing, which fucked things up even more. I had enough drama this morning to last me awhile, and I'm just done.