The Help || l.h

Chapter 3

Luke's P.O.V.

"Just tag along with me." I told her, silently as we walked down the hallway. As we did, I could here murmurs coming from a lot who noticed us, or maybe probably just me. After my statement towards her, she didn't really respond, so I looked over my shoulder to check on her. She had her head down, so she probably wasn't listening to me. "Hello, are you alive, princess?" I snapped fingers at her face to get her attention, and it worked, but she seemed irritated.

"Can you fucking not?" she glared. I don't get how she's 'depressed' at all when she's the fucking stuck up rude one. Miss Maya'll pay for this shit.

"At least I'm trying to help you." I emphasized once again, snapping back at her. We just took that moment to stare at each other until we sighed.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. I just looked at her as she bowed her head down like she was a helpless little kitten who just needs something. You know what, from looking at her so much today, I have to admit.

She was pretty.

Her hazel-green eyes very much complimented her long, wavy, brunette hair. She was about 5"6, quite an average height. She had a seemingly reasonable bust size - don't get the wrong idea, I'm not a molester. I just thought she was very attractive. Not that I want to date her, though.

"I just thought I'd have a girl therapist since I specifically asked for a girl." she said, consecutively emphasizing the word girl. It kind of pissed me off, but then I told myself not to snap. She's probably really sensitive.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. Class isn't starting til the next 5 minutes, I should probably show her to her locker and all that shit. "I should probably show you around." I looked back again to find a reaction. I find to see her 'playing' on her iPhone. She's practically like a fucking white girl. Oh wait, she is.

"Class is gonna start soon." she replies. Oh so the girl can speak and can hear, I thought. "We have... trig first, right?" she looks up from her phone. Since when did she have a timetable? I only see her with nothing but a tiny Jansport back pack and her iPhone 5S covered with a glow-in-the-dark Arctic Monkeys iPhone case.

"How did you -"

"It's all in my phone, honey." she cuts me off with a rather sarcastic tone. "Room 119, right?" she smiled and got going ahead of me, as if she knew the school better me until we reached class.

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About 30 minutes past lunch time, the girl had already kind of memorized the whole school. Her locker number was 331, actually, just a few lockers down mine, 350. At least I can see her better.

I then took her outside by the umbrella tables (basically tables shaded with umbrellas right beside the cafeteria) where the guys always sat at. I mean guys and Ria. When I got there, I see Ria, Ron, Michael, and Ashton just looking very sulked like kids who just lost a lollipop in the bush or something.

"Uhm, hey guys," I whispered as I reached the group. "So we got a new face here." They then looked up a bit, eyes towards me, then shifting to the girl who calls herself Rosie.

"Um, hi, I'm Rosie." she says rather quietly and a bit sadly, adding up to the sad mood of our bunch. She gave a small smile and an even smaller wave. I sighed because of how the team is feeling right now.

Ria then regained her composure. "Aye, I'm Ria. The rest are Ashton, Michael, and Ron - Ron's mine." she smiled and bit her lip a bit. I don't get how she's always the strong one among us. Everyone then gave her a small smile and a wave one by one - Ron, then Michael, then Ashton. Rosie smiled back.