By the time my lunch block rolls around, I have decided that I will be attending the club this Friday. Honestly, what do I have to lose? I don't have any pride or respect for myself, so I can't embarrass myself by going.
Although, it might cause people to look at me.
Fear clouds my judgement for a solid three seconds before I quickly shake my head. I am going. I need to change. Living life like this can not be healthy.
I quickly make my way towards the library, where I always go for my lunch block. No one ever eats the food anyway, so it's not like I'm really missing out on anything. Locking eyes on a table in the far corner, away from any windows and doors, I begin to walk to it.
Forgetting that paying attention to your surroundings is helpful, I stumble over a shelf and gasp as I feel my body begin to fall towards the ground, closing my eyes to shield myself from my fate. Almost instantly, a strong hand grabs mine, and I'm lifted back into the air. My body hits another's, and my breath hitches.
Human interaction was never my thing.
Heat spreads over my cheeks as I glance up and realize who my savior is. His deep brown eyes gaze back at mine and an amused look covers his face as he tightens his grip.
"You really need to be more careful..." the guy from the hallway says, gently and almost regretfully releasing his hold on me. I blush even more and nod nervously.
All I wanted was to read and escape the looks of others.
Instead I got public embarrassment. Well, almost public, considering there were only two people in the large room full of literature: the librarian and him.
He's gazing intently at me, watching my fingers mess with my hair anxiously with intense interest and I feel my stomach tighten. I breathe deeply, close my eyes, and lean my head back against the shelf behind me. The columns of books, usually reassuring and supportive, suddenly feel too close. They shut me in, drowning me and making me feel claustrophobic. I start to panic and my throat closes.
"Hey...a-are you okay?" a slightly panicked voice breaks through, and I try to reply. I open my eyes and instantly close them back again. Hands reach out and grab my arms, attempting to steady me.
As consciousness fades, I feel my body fall against his.
YOU ARE READING
'Dem Scars Doh
Teen FictionOkay, so I can't really give this a description until I write the book and actually know where it's headed so for now I'm just gonna put this.....the title will also change. XD
