harlem: you make me sick jUST GO A W AY is my current mood to everything. except writing <3 new icon don't kill me,,, I'm going to try and make the chapters longer ok
I woke up to the sound of glass hitting the floor shattering into pieces as a woman shrieked.
"Clumsy me! Always dropping stuff" she chuckled softly. I opened my eyes slowly only to see a ceiling fan spinning above me slowly and I slowly realized what happened. The woman swept up the glass with a piece of paper then directed her attention to me
"Oh you're awake! How's your head?" she leaned over me her strong minty breathe made my eyes water a little bit. Quickly wiping my eyes carefully and sitting up, my head pounded with irregular beating. She half smiled at me
"Are you alright otherwise? Any nausea?" I shook my head slowly
"No... I'm alright.. w-w-whe.. w-where am I? w-what happened..?" I said softly as I looked around the large blue room, clear cabinets of doctor supplies lining the walls. There was another student here in a chair near the door with an icepack on his neck. It was Austin..
"I'll be right back darling I have more students waiting. Take it easy when you stand up all right?" the woman quickly said before leaving me alone with Austin. I realized how cold the table was that I was resting on and slowly got off of it while trying to avoid Austin. Although we talked quite a bit I did not want to know how or why he was in here with me. Was he the one that knocked Bryan to his knees? Should I be blaming him for my concussion? Ok maybe I don't have a concussion but damn I hit the floor like a brick. The silence made it very awkward so I finally said something
"... hey" I said quietly considering it was so quiet in here a needle could've dropped and you would hear it. He seemed distracted by something but he looked straight up at me as I slowly walked over by him.
"H-hey. Um... I'm sorry that I.. sorta stood up for you.." he stood up quickly, holding the icepack tightly around his neck. I felt myself blush so I turned away from him quickly then realized what had happened.
"You're the one that hit him?" I asked sternly.
"Y-yeah he grabbed you by the throat and that's not okay at all thats-"
"w-why are you even talking t-to me? Let alone defending me.." I interuppted quickly
"In case i-it wasn't ovbious, I'm a huge loser a-around here already."
"well I thought you were pretty cool actually, I-I just thought.." Austin touched my shoulder gently to make me turn towards him.
"y-you thought what?" I looked up at him trying to be serious but my voice sounded panicky. Because I felt a panic attack was making it's way up and out of the hole I buried it in from the last one I had only 2 weeks ago. Austin looked directly in my eyes as he tried to speak but he quickly broke eye contact and sat back down in his chair, shifting the ice pack to the back on his neck.
"I... I just thought w-we could be friends.." his voice was hushed down as he looked at his feet anxious to leave the room suddenly.
"I don't m-make friends, I'm sorry" I regretted saying it but it was true.
"I-I just.. don't... make friends.." I repeated quietly, feeling myself calm down and become depressed for facing a hard truth. I didn't have friends for longer than a week. They all eventually forgot about me and moved on with their lives leaving me behind to wallow in self-pity.
"That could change with me" Austin sounded hopeful and reassuring as he perked up "I don't make friends either considering most people are afraid of me due to my height," he chuckled then continued "But you don't seem generally afraid of me. Sure you're a bit awkward and timid but not scared." he finished with a smile and he stood up again walking over to me. I moved over by the door slowly and smiled weakly at him. What the hell is his game? Is he some kind of Dr. Phill? Maybe he's just good at reading people. I am pretty easy to read. Goddamnit why is he smiling at me? Fuck his stupid smile and kindness.
"w-well.. you're right about the awkward part... maybe we can be friends.." I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the wall trying to be cool mc. gee. Austin sighed with relief and stuck out his hand that wasn't holding his ice pack
"Lets start over. I'm Austin Carlile, pleasure to meet you" his smile looked more cocky this time and I nervously shook his hand silently wishing I wasn't shaking so much
"E-ethan..." I mumbled
harlem: well wasn't that sweet of Austin? darn him. well um. yeah
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you're not alone, you're with me *~being edited~*
FanficAwkward, clearly emo boy Ethan has to learn to survive high school on his own. Approached by bullies, friendly strangers and teens with tattoos has never seemed so scary.
