The Help || l.h

Chapter 4

March 19, 2011

Who would call at 4 in the morning? Oh right, him. I reached out to grab my phone and read the caller's name. As expected, it was him. Without hesitation, I immediately answered my phone. "Hey ,I-"

"Are you Rose Marie O'Gorman?" the voice on the other side of the phone asked. It wasn't his voice.

I was completely puzzled, but I responded. "Yes, this is she."

"Spencer... He..."

He can't be. Why now? Why today? Please don't say it.

"He's-" I hung up. I can't bear that burden.

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As I stood by my locker at the beginning of the day, I felt a tall figure coming towards me. How do I know? I could see him by the corner of my eye.

"What do you want?" I sighed as he stopped by me.

"Why are you so cold? I mean, I-"

"Luke, thank you, but not today, please." I smile and face him. Wait what the fuck am I saying?

"What the fuck? Miss Princess, you've only been here a week and now you have a big grudge on me?"

"No, I don't," I said biting down on my lip. "I'm just really uncomfortable around the male species." Luke rolled his eyes. I guess I'm being really stupid right now. I always am, anyways.

"Anyways," Luke sighed. "Can you at least tell me why you need a therapist or something? I mean, nobody gave me any information on you."

"Well, there's this guy-" I froze at the thought of him. I was shaking inside yet again, zoning out because of him. What's stopping me from telling Luke about him?

"Hello?" Luke snapped his fingers at my face.

"I'm sorry." I stuttered. "I just... I can't. I'm sorry, Luke."

Just then, I heard someone call my name out. "Hey, Rosie!" the guy called out. I looked from behind my shoulder to check it out. "Hi, Dylan." I gave him a small smile as he jogged to me. He glanced at Luke, then back to me. "So, um, can you come to our band practice today? We've got a new song." he asked.

I just met Dylan during the first day in my Spanish class, then I found out he's in my Music class as well. I don't know what his problem is with me, but he seems to always be around me like all the time. I'm not going to pretend like I don't know, but I'm pretty sure he likes me because I'm pretty. Everyone tells me that at least once. Well, maybe just a lot of people. I sit with him during music class as well because, well, we're partnered up together. At first I hesitated because he's a dude, but then nobody else wanted to take me in since Luke was with Ron and I couldn't do anything about that. Then I found out Dylan is in a band called "Lazy Dove" and he always wants me to come over, but I politely declined because I don't like getting involved with dicks.

"Well, I don't think I can, but I'll tell you if I change my mind." I smiled at him.

"Well, okay then, but if you ever change your mind, just text me or anything," he smiled and took his phone out of his pocket. "Can I get your number?"

I smiled at him. "Sure." I said as he gave me his phone so I could enter my number. He's a good guy, and I don't want anyone to think I'm too much of a depressing person. I gave my phone back and he thanked me and ran off. I don't get why he's only asked for my number now, though. Probably pre-occupied with other shit.

"So, you hate men?" Luke said from behind me.

"Well, what was I supposed to do? Bitch at him saying that I don't want to go that bluntly? I'm better than that." I turned to face him. "Besides, what do you care?"