That Year

Chapter One

Have you ever loved someone like you loved me, or am I just another one on your team. Why do you always make me cry? Do you do this to every girl you meet?

"Della wake up. You are talking in your sleep again."

I jolted up. Everybody is staring again. Staring at me. I'm use to like this kind of attention, but this is getting ridiculous. I need to start taking my pills again.

I looked over and saw Trish smiling hard. Looking at me then at everybody else continuously. I hate when she do that, like the attention is on her. I couldn't give less of a damn.

"Diane" Jenks asserted, "Can you see me after class?"

I said in a whisper, "Yes, if I remember" As I said that, I slowly put my head down. I always put my head down in this block or I'll draw. To be honest, I do that in every class. I don't really have friends that are close to me here. I have friends that only talk to me when they need help on homework or understanding what to do on an assignment. You may call them acquaintances, but I call them friends. Without them, I would have nobody to call a friend.

Bell rings

I took off from my seat.

Jenks pulls me away from the door.

"Nuh uh uh" I pushed her hand away from my body, " I can charged you for teacher harassment if you put your hands on me again".

"Why are you day dreaming in class? You're too smart to daydream."

"Why is it your problem?"

"Because I'm a friend", it said sarcastically

"I have classes to get to"

"Aren't you lonely?"

"Die"

I stormed off. She always pull that lonely card on me. She always tries to put me down. I know I'm lonely. Nonchalant people don't make friends, because we just don't care. I felt a tear. Holy crap, I hate tears. It shows weakness, and I try not to be weak. I just snort and clear my throat, which get rids of the tears. I could cry though. There's nobody in the hallway.

I hurry into Ms. Hill class.

"You're late"

"I know" Sometimes I feel that I need to stop being so blunt. I say that because I can feel Ms. Hill cold, dead eyes piercing into my neck after my comment. Whatever. The reason I tolerate literature is because of him.

His beautiful dark curls, his dark skin, and his lean but built body type. I sit behind him in class. Sometimes I am tempted to touch his hair, but that would make me weirder than I'm already am. Sometimes I catch him staring at me, but I guess none of us want to say anything, or it's just a figment of my imagination. Many girls like the outward flashy popular guys. I like the shy, but popular type. I don't know, but something about shy, but beautiful guys make me want to bite the hell out them. I can keep my composure though.

"Hey Di. I see you staring. Cutie huh" Lena was whispering

Lena was as closest friend I have. We weren't "we know everything about each other" or "we hang out on the weekend type of friends", but we do talk in school, an she knows most of my emotions and I know hers. I guess she accept that I'm just an nonchalant person.

"Yeah, but I don't have a chance. My personality don't fit with nobody else's apparently."

"Whatever. You're gorgeous. You can pick any boy from this school."

"Whatever"

After a few moment Lena gave me this creepy smile.

I became worried. And I should have been.

"I going to help you two make babies"

Before I could question her. She pulled a lock of his hair out of his head. He jumped and slowly turned around to me. I had to quickly come up with something.

"There was a roach in your hair" I blurted.

In a split second everyone panic, except for Lane. Even Lena panic, which made no damn sense at all. I grabbed Lane's hair. Don't judge me. His felt good, almost orgasmic. But I kept my composure and let go of his silky, luxurious hair.

"Well it should be gone"

"Thanks. I might need you again to get rid of bugs in my hair" He smiled shyly and turned back to his work. My heart fluttered. But it quickly drop when I looked up to the right and saw Ms. Hill staring down at me.

"See me after school"