Chapter 2
"That's a pretty bad nose bleed ya got there."
Nurse Patt was wiping my face with a wet paper towel, while that girl that helped me was in the bathroom. I heard the sink turn off and she started to step out.
"I juth fell om da idewalk."
I heard a small chuckle come from the girl.
"I believe what he was trying to say was, some jerk decided to punch me for no good reason."
She came out of the bathroom drying off her hands with a paper towel. I didn't really get to see her while my nose was dripping, but now, I realized she was very pretty. The shirt she was wearing was flowy and black. It had a white skull on it with a little bit of colorful design. She was also wearing a dark gray pair of jean shorts. And lastly, some black vans. Her dark brown hair was in a long side braid with a silver headband. She practically shimmered in the sunlight. She had very pale, smooth skin and a fair complexion. The makeup she had on was minimal, just enough to showcase her natural beauty. I turned my head away from the girl and looked at Nurse Patt. I didn't want to stare.
"Now who would do that to such a sweet boy like you? Such a shame. Well I've got to go talk to Principal Maple. Just lock the door before ya'll leave."
She gave me and the girl a small smile then walked out closing the door behind her.
"Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, my name is Mila Jenkins."
"I'm Kyle. I don't tink I've seen you beore."
My voice was choppy and weird because I still had a paper towel on my nose. But, I think she could still understand me. Even though I sounded ridiculous, I hope the bleeding stops soon.
"I'm new here. This is my first day. Sorry I didn't stop that stupid idiot from punching you. I knew it was coming."
She came over to the table and hopped up to sit next to me. And so I didn't sound like a walrus, I took the paper towel off my nose. And tossed it in the trash can a few feet away. It still hurt but it wasn't bleeding thankfully.
"Nice shot. Have you considered trying out for the basketball team?"
I started to laugh really hard. I though there was a little bit of sarcasm in her voice, but I wasn't sure. I didn't want to hurt Mila's feelings, but I have done that before. I got told off and the coach never put me in. I eventually just quit the team. I stopped laughing immediately and explained myself.
"Yeah. Never mind about that, I'm not really into sports. But you couldn't have stopped him. It definitely wasn't your fault you didn't get there in time. Kevin is just a dumb ass."
"I can tell."
She giggled slightly at my joke, and I kinda blushed. I don't really talk to girls that much.
"So, do you know where room 310 is?"
"Yeah, that's my home room. Mr. Paxton, Algebra 2. I could walk you there if you want..."
I offered but I knew in my head she would say no. Every time I try to be nice to someone, they usually turn me down. Mostly because my social status is very low, and since Mila is new, I really doubt she would want to ruin herself like that so quick.
"Of course. And maybe I can come over your house tonight? Would you mind? I'm trying this new thing where I make some friends. I'm not really a extroverted person, I prefer to keep to myself. Unless of course someone is being mean or stupid, I can't stand that."
Now I was stunned, I just kind of looked at her like an idiot. My face was red and I could feel it. I felt like a tomato. I've never had anyone over my house before. This is so weird, I'm not sure how to respond. She just kept talking and I just kept staring.
"Hello? Kyle, are you still here?"
"Yeah, sorry I just was.... um, thinking. So, well, yeah. You can come over."
"Great."
We left the Nurse Patt's office and locked the door. Just like she asked us to, and we started heading to our first class. It was on the other side of the school, so it took us a little bit to get there. We had a lot of similarities in our schedules, which I thought was awesome. There were only a few minor differences. And not only that, she was a talent just like me. Not the art talent though, I think she is a dance talent or something like that. I was glad I could express to her how hard it could be in a talent school, to be a talent. And with her on my side, maybe I won't have so much trouble with stupid people anymore. I would hope she would protect me from the idiots that don't respect me. So maybe this day won't be so bad after all. Maybe the rest of my year with be great. I'll be able to live out the rest of my high school year with a friend, a real friend maybe. Someone I can confide in and hopefully someone that can confide in me. I hope so, I don't need more crazy things happening to me anymore. I don't need to go home with a black eye or nose bleed and have to lie to my parents about how I ran into a tree, or got hit with a basketball in gym. I don't want to keep putting them through that, they shouldn't have to worry about me so much. School should be a safe place where I can be free to be myself all the time. Now lets just hope my imagination can become reality.
