Ana's POV: "Hey skin and bones" I tug on the sleeves of my sweater. Of course I had to pick the seat in front of the freaking juvenile delinquents.
I wish I was like normal people. I wouldn't have to let the words of a mindless prick sink in, but somehow I couldn't stop them. I wanted them to stop talking. I wanted myself to stop caring. Both of which were not going to happen.
I deal with stupid comments about my weight for the next 45 minutes. I know I'm to thin. Ever since 5th grade I've haven't eaten more than a breakfast bar and a bagel each day. It's not that I force myself not to eat. Yes, I do other horrid things to myself, things that I wish I didn't do, but starving myself has never been one of them. At the end of the day, yes I am hungry. But when I finally get home the stress takes over.
At home I forget how to feel. I just pass through the night. I make Laura dinner, usually instant Mac and Cheese because she wont eat anything else. Then I go to my room and let myself be consumed by the internet, books and my own demonic thoughts.
I feel a cold sensation against the back of my neck and shiver. "Woah, Jason careful. She might blow over if you blow to hard." Really? Haven't heard that one before. If I wasn't me I would tell them to- "Shut the hell up Jason."
Anthony's POV: "Oh. Uh. Hey Ant." Really Jason.
"Move." I bark at him. I'm not a bad boy. I'm not intimidating. But I know how to stand up to people. I've been looking for her all day only to find her being tormented by the biggest douche bag in our school.
Jason and his rat pack get up and leave the room. To go get high in the basement I suppose, nothing different.
I plop myself down next the red haired girl, in the spot where Jason's friend Ryan was sitting. I picked this spot for two reasons. One because Ryan didn't reek of pot as badly as Jason did and two, I had been looking for an opportunity to talk to the girl.
She looks over at me and I swear her eyes cut my freaking soul. They are a vibrant green, with blue around the outside of her iris. I haven't seen her face close up and now that I have I can't take my eyes of her.
She is pale, dark circles under her eyes, but they don't look bad. Her pale skin in contrast with her vivid eyes and copper hair is magnificent.
What am I doing? I shift my eyes down to my research paper that was supposed to be due last week. I begin to nod off around the history of the Vadican's ceiling, a topic we've been discussing since 7th grade, when someones phone goes off.
Ana's POV: Crap. I shuffle around in my bag and pull out my phone.
I turn it on and open my messages. Aunt Brit. Great.
*i know i said i would pick you up after school but Larry and i are going out for the night. Laura is going to a friends house. find somehow to get home. mac and cheese in the cabinet*
Bloody brilliant. Leave it to Aunt Brit to let her 11 year old niece go with someone she met on the first day of school. And how does she even know the mac and cheese is in the cabinet? She hasn't been around for dinner in weeks.
The walk is too far. I don't have a car nor do I want to drive. I honestly don't trust myself in a car, on the road with other people.
"Need a ride home?" I turn to my left. Why is he offering and how did he know I didn't have a way home? Creep.
Um. I guess I don't really have another option. Is this safe? No. Is he attractive? Ya. Do I need a ride home? Yes.
Anthony's POV: "Um. That would be nice. Are you sure that's okay?" her voice is quiet. I wouldn't have been able to hear her if it weren't for the fact I was intensely waiting for her answer. And she has an accent. I can't tell where she's from but I'm guessing somewhere in Europe.
"Ya. That cool," I grin at her. Score. She offers a small smile and then looks back at her paper.
Another phone goes off and I wait for someone to retrieve it until I realize it's mine. It's a text from Ben, my best friend since 3rd grade.
*hey bro. i hope ya don't mind, i borrowed your car. taking Dan home. ill drop it off at your house later. xx*
Ben always ended his texts with "xx." He's been doing it since he opened up, came out of the closet, whatever you want to call it. Ben would never go for me. He told me many times yet that doesn't stop him from sending me "kisses" through texts.
I don't mind that he borrowed my car. The more that I think about it I'm actually happy. I haven't walked home since, well. In a while.
Will she mind? Although I am pissed at Jason for saying the wind could blow her over, I see his point. The more that I look at her the more I see passed her oversized sweater. Her arm is the size of my thumb, or smaller. I honestly don't doubt that. It is raining out side and I don't want her to get too cold.
I reach over and put my hand on her shoulder. It's small and bony.
She jolts up. "Do you mind walking home? It's raining but my friend took my car." She offers another small smile, "no, that's fine. I don't mind too much." she barley whispers.
I can't help but notice as she tugs on her sleeve. Why does she do that?
(Hello if your reading this. I have decided to just write this story for my own entertainment. Ha. I know its cliche and everything but I enjoy writing. Sorry about the awful quality. If you are reading this and you like it for some reason, cool! If you are reading this and you hate it, even cooler. Bye!! Please follow my instagram! It's always in my bio here on Wattpad. It is @.that_boy_called_harry_styless and my twitter is @.hazzagotswagga <-- ew i know. i made it up a while ago.) x♥ Brie x♥
