Lost

Being there for me

I make my way out of the cafeteria as quickly as possible without being noticed. All I want to do right now is go home and cry. I want to be alone and being here at school there is nowhere that I would be able to be alone. Great just great. The only thing I want right now and I can't have that. If only I was a junior or senior then I actually could go home, but no I'm a stupid freshman. Ugh I hate life right now.

I make my way to the indoor courtyard and just slide my back down one of the pillars to sit and cry. I hang my head between my knees and just start bawling. How could Rosanna say those things about me? She knows that I don't like how I look. She knows that I think I am fat and ugly. She would always tell me otherwise but I would always fight her on the topic. I am pulled out of my thoughts by a guys voice.

"Hey, are you ok?", the boy says as I look up. When I look up I see none other than Matthew Beckett, one of the people my friends and I consider "popular". I try and decide whether to lie and say I'm fine or tell him I'm really not.

"Honestly, no, in not ok." I say truthfully.

He sits down next to me as he says, "What's wrong? What happened?".

"It's nothing." I say not really wanting to explain all of this to Matthew, who I don't know if I can trust or not.

"Clearly it's something for a beautiful girl like you to be sitting on the floor crying." He says calmly. Wait did he just call me beautiful? Did THE Matthew Beckett call ME beautiful?!?

"Did you just call me beautiful?" I ask making sure my ears aren't playing tricks on me.

"Yes, Layla I did call you beautiful. Now tell me what's wrong. Please, I just want to help you." He says pleading me.

"Why? Why would someone like you want to help some pathetic, stupid, ugly, fat girl like me?" I ask him.

"Layla, you aren't any of those things. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life." He says.

"I doubt that." I say as I look away from him.

He gently grabs my face and turns it towards him and says, "I don't. Now will you tell me what's wrong?"

"Fine. My best friend and I just got into a huge fight in the cafeteria." I say quietly and look away again.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you mind telling me what happened?" He asks nicely.

I go on to tell him the whole story from the beginning. As I'm telling him the story I notice his facial features changing as I tell him the different parts of the story. I see sadness and then when I tell him the part where she told me why I couldn't get a boyfriend I saw anger cross his face, I don't know why but I guess I'm about find out.

"How could she tell you those things?!? I can't believe that your best friend told you those things! I just makes me so angry how somebody can put down someone as beautiful as you." He says very angrily.

"Yeah, but the sad thing is I believe her. I have never really thought of myself as one of beauty and perfection like the girls you date. I'm just a fat and ugly outcast that people like you don't even take a second glance at." I tell him truthfully.

He just stares at me. Then finally breaks the silence, "Layla you are none of the things that you just described yourself as. You are beautiful. And who's to say I wouldn't date someone like you?" He says.

"I don't know. Society?" I question.

"Layla, when I saw you sitting here crying your eyes out it broke my heart. I never want to see you like that again. So, Layla, will you go on a date with me? Tonight?" He asks with a smile.

I stare at him in shock not knowing what to say. I just sit there staring into his eyes trying to process through my brain that Matthew Beckett just asked me out.

"Uhhh. I don't know what to say." I tell him honestly.

"Then say yes" he says with a goofy grin.

"Ok then, yes I will go on a date with you tonight." I tell him with a big smile.

"Perfect, here's my number and text me your address, I'll see you later beautiful." He says, and as he walks away he winks at me. I can feel the heat moving up my face. Thanks for being there for me Matthew.