Charlie went upstairs to actually inform Edward he may be having a unwanted, new room mate. I didn't hear much at first, but weirdly I heard a few angry shouts from charlie and not he kid. If someone had even suggested that to me, they would have gotten an earful!
Some were I wanted to cry. It was obvious that sensibly and quietly this child was trying to reject me. Am I that tragic? Rejection is something I am getting used to. And I'm only eleven.
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What felt like hours later, charlie finally came downstairs saying, "we've moved your bed, ready for your things!"
I nodded and made my way up her stairs, slow and plain fully. I was going to be sharing a room with a complete stranger, who hasn't even learnt my first name yet still felt like he could Chuck me out his room by the neck. At least if I was with Kat I new her.
I knocked on the door, but just laughed and opened it. I didn't have to knock on my own bedroom door. His first movement was a long, painful death stare. His narrow eyes black and slick. His eyebrows were bushy, shadowing his face. He looked like living death.
His hair was scraggy and long. It was all over it the place with no set direction. It was a rich ginger, with a natural glow. His lips were thin and narrow.
He rolled off his bed and quickly landed on his feet. He walked over to me and stuck out his hand, still glaring. I made a weak smile and shook his hand.
"I'm ed Sheeran." He huffed, "I'm 14, nearly 15. And you need to know.. No more."
I scrunched my lips and nodded. He looked at me, "and you are?"
"Holly.. Holly Mae and erm.. I'm nearly 12, 2 weeks and erm." I was about to say some thing else, but the rude boy cut me off.
"11? Ha! Figures.. Don't expect me to look after you in but school.." He then dropped back on his bed and put his back to me.
I looked down and twiddled with my thumb, I might try and make him feel guilty about his words, but my bad ass behaviour hasn't been put into action for a couple of months.. Warm up?
"Why not? I need someone! School is a place of hell! Especially for me.." I slowly walked over and sat on the other bed, wiping a few 'tears..'
I could see him looking at me through the corners of my eyes.. "Why?" He asked.
"Because all the time bigger kids pick on me. It's not nice and it hurts.. A lot. I try and ignore them, but it's not an option to be honest. There too strong and the teachers don't help. As soon as i saw you ed, I thought you'd help me. Guess not.." I let out a load sigh and layer down, placing my head on a scratchy pillow.
Oh..
"Oh.. I didn't know. Erm.." He muttered. This dark soul was avoiding obvious display of sympathy.
I blurted out laughing, "na it's ok, I lived with it before you and don't need you now! Plus there only bigger like taller, there actually only like 3 months older so.."
"Wait your serious?" He asked, leaning his head a little forward so it had a wonky posture.
"About what?" I asked, chuckling.
"People picking on you.. Or are you just messing with me to make me feel sorry for you and be nice to you?" My mouth dropped. He didn't even know me, how the hell did he no I was doing that. I wasn't lying, but I could see he wouldn't care too Much anyway.
Oh this is fantastic. He will be one of them people that has done all the pranks and tricks in the book and is smart enough to see it in others.
"What ever.." I jumped up and walked out.
