Flowers and bullets

Chapter 2: welcome home

My math class finally ended and everyone rushed to the cafeteria as if no one has ever seen food before. Yes, I know I'm a very negative person. True. But that still doesn't change the fact that I'm realistic. I walked towards the front doors of the school and pulled out an apple that I brought with me this morning. The sun was still shining and my book was still in my hands. The wind would make the branches and leaves dance in the sky. I sit under the tree and take a bite from my apple as I read and sink into my book. Melanie passed by and sits beside me. I look at her awkwardly since she never actually talks to me or comes near me. She gave me a warm smile and I was still confused.

"It's going to be okay, they'll forget it in a month anyway." She said. I raised a brow, still confused.

"Umm, I think you have the wrong person."

"Really? I'm pretty sure that the painting you painted in art class had Dylan's name written all over it." She said. My eyes widened knowing I didn't write Dylan's name anywhere on my painting. Why would I write the drama attracting guys name on my painting? I knew he would cause drama, I thought to myself. I got up and quickly ran to art class. My eyes widened when I saw everyone laughing and taking pictures of it. A red heart was drawn in the middle with his name inside.

"Wow, Maddison I didn't think you would be this obsessed with someone." Jessica, a really annoying girl with light brown hair and hazel eyes said. She always saw herself superior to others because she's best friends with Carla, the popular girl.

"That's not even my hand writing, Jessica. Someone obviously did this as a joke and to be honest I expected more if you guys were ever about to prank me. You can't be serious!? This is so immature." I said crossing my arms under my chest.

"Hun, it's pretty obvious that you like the new guy." She said.

"No, if I liked him I wouldn't have drawn a heart around his name unlike everyone here that writes their crushes names on their wrists, books, walls, drawings and everything else you can write on. If I liked him that way I would have told him face to face. I got nothing to lose and if you know what actual love is.. you don't love someone by the way they look or without even knowing them. Unlike you, I know who and how to love." I said and walked away not letting her say a word. The rest of the day everyone just stared at me, my every move. Like I'm some kind of serial killer that's going to kill everyone within seconds. Everyone needed to chill, it was a prank and I'm not going to make a big deal about it because it's stupid. Like every year someone plans a party and the whole school goes to celebrate the first day of school. I think it's a stupid thing to celebrate. Obviously, I'm never invited. I rather sit home watch a comedy movie. To be honest I wasn't like this. I used to be all hyper and happy. I was friends with everyone but at one point everything changed. No friends, no trust ... no emotion. Just a blank face. I started to hate myself and everyone around me even the closest people in my life. I stopped talking to everyone. Stopped answering messages and I even stopped going to parties. It's like I've been sucked down a dark hole where I have no one to talk too. I mean I like it better this way.. less drama and I'm not addicted to social media like most teenagers. I only had one friend and that friend lived on the other side of town. This is where my friend, more like best friend, Ariel, enters my story. She is a whole different story. She be telling me I look cute and I slay all day but she has zero confidence herself. I hate it. She's so pretty and she has an amazing personality but can be really stupid sometimes. She has a curvy body, chestnut colored hair, light brown eyes and may I add her eyebrows are legit on fleek. She also has a boyfriend, Ryan, that I never actually had a conversation with because we never actually talked. But I know that he's a really loyal and sweet guy.

The last bell finally rang and it was time for everyone to go home or just in my case. Everyone else is probably going to go get ready for the party. I waited for my bus at the bus stop for what seemed to be like forever until I finally got to hop on and sit in an empty seat at the far back. I looked out the window waiting to reach my stop until I finally arrived. I hopped out of the city bus and walked down the street until I turned back and stopped. I realized it was Thursday and my brother is always home late and not waiting for me this day. I took my chance and explored around the neighborhood because I was bored and I didn't feel like going home. I felt the cool breeze hit my hair making me get goosebumps all the way down my spine. That's until I stopped in my tracks. No, I did not see anyone from the school. I just saw a poster with this new flavored ice cream that I'm dying to try. I was admiring the poster until I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I jumped from my position and screamed. With a swift move, the person had me locked in his arms while he covered my mouth. I breathed heavily not knowing what to do. Let me explain. When I'm scared.. I have two faces.

1. I either scream at the top of my lungs.

2. I panic and I stay frozen in my spot not able to move or say a word.

Right now, I am at face number 2.

"Calm down! It's just me!" I heard a voice say. He let me go as I turned around to see who it was. Dylan. Dylan freaking Smith.

"Do you always greet someone like this!?" I say frustrated.

"No.. not really." He answered scratching the back of his neck.

"Can I help you?" I asked while throwing my hands in the air. I said it in a more sarcastic way cause I'm the queen of sarcasm.. at least I know I'm sarcastic.

"Well you kind of were standing in front of my house so I thought you.." he stopped.

"You thought I was stalking you?" I said in disbelief.

"That or you're just lost trying to find your way back." He chuckled.

"I live on the other side of this street, genius." I said.

"I guess we're not that far from each other cause I live here." He said. I took a moment to process the information and I basically ended up freezing again. He chuckled and walked back to his front door. He stopped before opening the door.

"You sure you don't need help going back home?" He asked. I just stared still trying to process everything he chuckled and walked back into the house.