The Quiet

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

*Athena's Point of View*

           I held my mechanical pencil as my chemistry teacher lectured us on something I already knew. My eyes begin to wander like they always do when I'm bored. Finally, they land on the window that's in the door for the room, hoping to see something interesting in the hallway. To my surprise, I saw something really odd, a phone was sitting on the window. I stared at the phone and the person bolted, I caught a glimpse of what they were wearing. Simple black and white flannel. Through the rest of the class, I kept wondering what that person was doing and who they were. My mind wandered and kept thinking about every person it could be since I didn't have anything else to do in class.

           When the bell rang, I rushed to the lunch room, before everyone ate all the food. Plus, I wanted a good seat in the cafeteria. I bought my food and found Damon sitting near one of the huge windows, a spot that wasn't completely horrible. I stuffed my face with the little food that I had and laid my head down on the table from the lack of sleep. Damon leaned over in my arms to whisper, "The new kid is eyeing you." I raised my eyebrow at the odd statement. I slowly moved my head up and pretended to look around, letting my eyes wander around until they fell on the boy that was out of place. He was indeed staring and he didn't break eye contact when I stared back at him. My eyes glanced at his outfit, a black and white flannel. He had his hair black hair hanging loosely just like Jason did from Heathers. He seemed to have his persona, his style, and typical smirk. The outfit made my heart dropped slightly but my brain raised questions, so many thoughts were floating around and I had no answer for any of them.

           I completely turned my body around to speak to Damon, not wanting to think about the mysterious boy anymore. "He's doing it again," my friend mumbled again in a song of a voice. I wasted no time to turn my head to make eye contact, not afraid to make things bold. He smirked and then gave me a bright smile. He was sitting by himself in the corner of the room, there were people around him but no one was speaking to him. He glared at the popular people who sat in the middle of the room. 

           He didn't matter, I wasn't going to speak to him. He wouldn't dare say anything to me, he has no reason to. I look away from him and put my attention on my friend again. A friend that I didn't and couldn't talk to. Damon was a person who I was fond of, he was good company but he wasn't going to change the fact that I won't speak to him. Sometimes he makes me so angry that I want to scream at him because his facts were wrong, and he knew they were wrong. He wanted to make me angry to make me talk, he wants me to talk even though I refuse.

           The bell rang which meant I needed to go to study hall all by myself. I went to the classroom which already had students in it, I sat in the back like always after I sign my name on the paper. They needed to know I was here or they would think I'm skipping again. I put my earbuds in and blasted the music I was listening to, not wanting to listen to others conversations. A body plopped down next to me and I rolled my eyes. No one usually sits next to me since I won't speak to them and to them that's a reason not to be near me. Plus, they must get irritated by my loud music. It's been a few weeks and Everyone is still shocked that I'm back. I'm not dead like they wanted, I'm not pregnant like they thought. Yet, I still don't talk. I look up and see the boy with the flannel. The new boy. I stared at him and waited for him to speak. He had a slight grin that made goosebumps on my skin but not in a bad way. 

           I held my breath as he leaned closer, I honestly just wanted to hear his voice. He was gorgeous, my heart wanted to be near him. I never felt like this before and I wanted to talk to him. He whispered, "greetings, darling." I wanted to smile and gush about it but clearly, that couldn't happen. I mentally slapped myself for even thinking about that. I kept my cold stare, not wanting to express my vulnerable state. "No reply? How rude," He joked but I didn't dare to smile. "The name's Dean." I nodded my head and put my earbuds back in. 

           Dean pulled out one earbud and put his lips near my ear, "how about we go outside for a smoke?" I cringed at the offer that I knew I was going to take. This kid is making me want to smoke, cry and smile all at once. His voice was so smooth and deep, I wanted to hear it all the time. Wait, how did he know I smoke? A guess? "I can see your smokes hanging out of your jacket." Great, he can read minds too I thought to myself. Then, he pointed to the packet that was inside my leather jacket. "So yeah?" I didn't answer him.

           I stood up and left my bag, allowing him to follow me outside. He sped up his speed until he was able to walk next to me. We stood outside of the school, in the parking lot so none of the adults would be able to yell at us. I sat on the curb, lighting up a cigarette. "Do you not talk?" Dean asked. I gave him a bored look, it's quite easy to see that I'm not a talkative person. I gave the kid the benefit of the doubt and nodded. "You are so beautiful, has anyone ever told you that?" The dark clothed boy asked, glancing at both of my eyes. I smile confidently and nodded again. He scoffed at my response, causing himself to cough on the smoke that he was inhaling. Dean continued having a spasm as he coughed and I watched. A laughed quietly to myself because it was his mistake. In the end, it was my mistake for even going outside with him. "Oh, that's funny to you?" He countered but ended up smirking at the fact that he made me laugh. 

           I finished my smoke and just sat there wondering why I was near this boy. I didn't know him and he didn't know me. I have enough issues as it is, therefore, this will be the last time I speak to this kid. Jason is still around but doesn't dare to speak to me and I feel bad that we had a great friendship but we both ruined that. Nathan is most definitely around trying to win me back, I'm unsure if he wants to be my friend or boyfriend. As for now, he will be neither. I thought about it, talking again but I push it away. I am missing out on a lot, I can't speak to my family, I can't express my feelings like I used to. Then again, I always get screwed over when it comes to talking to people. They share things they shouldn't, private things. 

           The only thing I wanted to ask was why this kid was talking to me or why I was even out here with him. "You're an interesting person, Blu. Very unique," he commented, stomped on his cigarette and walked back into the school. I sat there confused, what a terrible nickname, so bland. After a few minutes of thinking, I went back to my study hall. I thought Dean was going to be sitting there but him and his all stuff were gone. It clicked in my mind that he wasn't apart of this class.