Saved By You

Chapter Three

Chapter three

I walk down the hallway to my locker. I grab my science book and shut my locker door. I walk to the classroom and take a seat at my regular two person table in the middle row. All of the kids fill in the classroom and soon Matthew walks in. He looks at me and then looks away. He sits at the back desk.

"Okay, class, today we are starting dissection. Now, one of our students is missing so, Matt please work with Cassidy for the day." Mr. Parks says. This can't be happening. I hear muffled noises and see him walking to my desk. He sits down and sighs. "Alright, let's get started."

Matthew turns to me and looks at me. I look back into his brown eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said to you." He says.

"Then why did you say it?" I ask him.

"I. See, I li-" Mr. Parks cuts him off.

"Matthew and Cassidy, work please. This is not social hour."

We are dissecting a fish today. We were handed a sheet and we must follow step by step of what to do.

During one step, our hands meet. He looks at me and I move my hand away. He smiles ever so slightly and continues.

The bell rings and we all get out of the class room. I have gym next, with Matthew, Carter, and even more of their friends.

I put my bag into my locker and walk to the girls locker room to change. When I walk in, all the girls stop talking and stare at me.

I walk down the small aisle where the benches separate and walk to my locker. I open it and a girl standing next to me snatches my bra.

She reads my bra size and says, "Wow. You have a body of a thirteen year old."

"May I have that back." I ask her.

"Sure thing, fag." She says and throws the bra at my face. I grab my gym clothes and walk to the changing stalls. Most girls just dress out in the open but if I do, they'll either grab my clothes or make fun of me. I'm not fat or anorexic skinny. I'm in the middle. My chest isn't huge or small. It's in the middle.

I change into my sports bra and my gym clothes. I put my normal clothes into my locker and walk outside to the gym. The gym clothes is black shorts and a black short sleeved shirt. For the guys it's longer black shorts with a black tee shirt. I look across the room and see Matthew, Carter, and the other boys who I don't know the name of. I look away before they catch me and walk to the bleachers. I sit down and rest my head on my palm and my elbow on my knee. I play with a strand of my brown and blonde hair with my free hand.

"Listen up! We are going to be playing some volleyball today. Boys against girls, lets go!" Our coach says. She grabs a bag of volleyballs and takes one out. I walk to the front of the court, which was the only open space. A boy with brown hair and blue eyes is in front of me, across the net, I have seen him with Matthew before. He stares at me while I push all my hair into a loose pony tail.

"Hayley, serve." Coach says and throws a ball at a Hayley. The same brunette that torments me. She serves the ball and the guys rush to hit it. It is six against six with three people subbing out. Cameron hits the ball over and a girl a row behind me spikes it at the back of my head. They always do this, no matter what sport.

"Oh my gosh! Cas, are you okay?" A brunette asks sarcastically. I hear someone on the boys team laugh and male muttering goes around.

"Let's get back to it!" coach yells. The boys serve and the ball comes to me. A red head next to me pushes me with her hip and I fall to the ground. She plays the ball and glares at me as she moves back to her spot. I stand up without help and shake it off. We rotate and I sub out. I stand next to coach and watch everyone play, without any flaws. They rotate and I sub in. Next rotation and I have to serve. The girls make a point and miss the next. The guys rotate and Matthew serves the ball he makes a point and then another but misses the next. My turn.

"Come on Waltz!" I hear someone yell. I snap out of my panic attack and grab the ball. I hold it with one hand and get ready to hit it with the other.

"Cassy! Cassy! Cassy!" Girls start to chant and some boys join in. I ignore them and hit the ball. It goes over the net and a boy hits it back over. It goes back and forth until the boys make a point. Gym goes on like this until the bell rings.

"Hit the showers and get to class!" coach yells and I walk to the locker room. I change back into my regular clothes, without showering. They'll take my clothes if I do. I walk to my locker and grab my bag. My last class of the day is French. I walk to the room and see Matthew, Cameron, and the boy with blue eyes, who I have learned is Nash. They sit in the back and watch me as I make my way to the back of the class, too. Where the only open seat is.

All French is is the teacher saying something in French and us repeating it. An easy A. When the bell rings, marking the end of the day, I pretty much run out of the classroom.

When I exit the school, I look back and see Matthew jogging behind me. I pick up my pace in fear. He starts to run and I run.

"Cassidy!" he yells. I stop and look back. "Why were you running?"

"Instinct." I tell him.

"I just wanted to ask you if maybe you wanted to hang out with me on Friday?" He asks. This isn't happening. I must've gotten hit in the head with a volleyball too hard.

"What?" I ask.

"Friday. I'll pick you up at your house and we can go somewhere." He tells me.

"Listen, if you're trying to make it up to me or pull some kind of sick joke on me, it's not going to work." I tell him. I turn around and continue walking. A hand grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"Listen, I'm not trying to make it up to you or pull a prank. I want to hang out with you. This whole year I have always thought you were beautiful. You are beautiful. Come on, Cassidy." He says. I look at him and he looks back.

"Matt!" I hear a male voice say. I look behind him and Matthew turns his head. Cameron and Taylor are calling him over.

"So," He says and looks back at me, "What do you say?" he asks. If I say yes, it'll be my dream come true. If I say no, I will know I will not get hurt.

"Okay." I say. I'm so stupid.