Dear Little Deaf Boy

DLDB:18

This stupid damn locker, I stood there for good 3 minutes just having that word stare back at me Slut.My locker had so many dints in it and looked as if he'll hit it twice. I took index finger and touched the cold mental locker my finger trailing on the word.

Slut.

The word didn't define me. It wasn't a word I took pride in. It didn't have any positive meaning behind it. It was word that stained.

I felt the presence of some one watching me. As if their eyes burned my skin bringing such heat.

Jasper.

Looking to my side, I seen him standing at the end of the hallway wearing a hoodie . My lips formed a smile as I saw him and waved. Jasper looked away instantly, not even letting me stare at his almond eyes. Not a smile not a wave. He just looked away and headed into class.

Did I do something wrong?

Does he think I'm a slut to?

I opened my locker quickly and grabbed my text book before slamming it shut. I scowled at the people next then fiercely walked to class. I'm not sure if I was angry with Jasper or not, I felt like he was avoiding me. He never spoke to me anymore, and I mean verbally spoke. 

Why had he stopped?

Maybe I did do something wrong.

I walked into the class room,every one had been seated. My classmates smile and waved as I entered hoping to get my attention.

" Hey Kinsley!"

" You look really nice today Kinsley."

Girls. I never understood the obsession they had with other girls. They where ass kissers. If I did a simple wave they would go around saying we where best friends. If they weren't gossiping about me, they where fan girling over me. I found it strange how girls at this school put me on a pedestal. Then again all that came with being Pretty, Popular, and Rich. And to them that was some one worth knowing.

My Father practically owned every property, in this town. From Hotels to Casinos the lake houses, cabins, even resorts. With a small town like this of course we didn't have a damn resort, but my Dad owns penalty of them in the coast . He's considered a "big shot." Here in Brownsville Nevada. Only 4 hours away from Las Vegas dad spent most of his time flying back and forward from places like Las Vegas to Cali to Miami even New York and even to the damn Bahamas. Then the list goes on and on.

Even with money like that he considers him self "humble" for staying in Brownsville. The town might be small but just like every town it had its place for the "upper class." I walked to my seat not paying any of the cheap ass kissing complements any mind. I walked to my seat Jasper's eyes sparked as they looked at mind. I sent him a sharp glare before flopping in my seat and acting as if he wasn't there.
I wasn't sure if I was upset with him. But,knowing that he thought the same as every one else hurt. I thought Jasper was different. He doesn't even speak to in public. Is he embarrassed to be associated with me? I huffed pulling out my notebook aggressively slamming it down on my desk. From the corner  of my eye I seen people jump startled by my actions as the class fell in silence.