As she drove the three of them down the dusty lanes, she thought about how she had met Stephen the first time. Jason, the brainless brawn of the school was on the watchout , looking for new students to bully.
There Stephen was...in a roomy polar blue button-down and loose tan trousers, a little too plump for his height, cupid-like impossibly pink lips, an angular nose and kind brown eyes set perfectly under rich, well-defined brows. His skin was the colour of dust in wind and his messy hair had tawny shades. It was his voice that caught her attention though. It ....was the best colour she had ever felt.
She could not save him from being beaten up. She was sorry but that was all she could have done. Heaven knew she had been treated worse than just being beaten up.
Nobody talked to her. She had no one to walk beside her in the halls, no one to share her lunch with, nobody bothered remembering her name. They were mean to her at first but they soon started ignoring her. She was used to being invisible at that place.
She did not know what, but something about Stephen made her walk up to him as he crouched on the floor. She spoke to him the first time...she did not know what made her speak....she usually did not go beyond monosyllables.
When she turned around abruptly, starting to walk away....she wondered if he would come sit with her...everyone found her so weird...but she could not bear to leave him behind, so she turned back and uncharacteristically happy, asked him,"Aren't you coming?"
She was too happy when he decided to hang around her for the rest of the day.
"What are you thinking?" Stephen brought her back to the present.
She shook her head.
She was just too happy he had decided to hang around her for the rest of her life.
