Blind to Hope✔️

Chapter Five~Warnings

Props to google translate with this chapter:)

I ended up sitting on the step below everyone else. Gabriel was directly behind me, and was currently 'fixing' my hair.

"Your hair is so fucking long!" Gabriel exclaimed as he unsnapped my clip letting my hair fall down my back. He smoothed it out with his hands, barely tugging it to see where the ends fell to. His hands felt like magic, "It's actually past your waist, I thought it'd be just below your shoulder blades."

I tilted my head back to see almost everyone staring at my hair, I blushed under their gazes, now self conscious about it. "Is it too long?" I asked, I was the only one who had ever cut it, and keeping it longer had made it easier to do so.

"Usually I would say yes," Gabriel replied, running his hands through it, "But weirdly enough it doesn't have any split ends."

"What color is it?" Luke asked snatching up a strand for himself.

"Dirty blonde I think." Was the best answer I could come up with. It didn't really fit into any other category.

"Well your brain must be fucked up if you think that." Gabriel snorted, "There's shades of gold, red, even some brown in here. Is that pink? I've never seen hair like this before." He muttered something under his breath, too quick for me to catch but something about a chameleon.

He hadn't seen hair like this though? It was just hair, right? He grabbed a brush from his backpack and gently started running it through, from bottom to top.

Was this what it felt like to have someone else brush your hair? This caring feeling that filled me with warmth? In all my memories, I'd never had someone brush my hair. Yank on it yes, pull it out, most certainly, drag me by it-that was normal, but gently remove the snarls? Was this what friends did? It meant more to me than it ever would to Gabriel.

The relaxing sensation stopped though when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kota slowly opening my backpack. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but when Silas stood up and blocked my view I realized he was snooping in it. Immediately I went through the contents, money, clothes, paper, pen, apple. Would they make the connection that I had run away from home?

I closed my eyes and heightened my senses to hear their whispers, "Just some clothes and money. No school supplies except for some paper and a pen." Kota whispered to Victor.

"No phone?" Victor questioned, "She doesn't have pockets so I expected her to have her phone in her bag."

"She's poor guys," Nathan reminded, "she probably can't afford one."

"She does have three hundred dollars cash though." Kota reminded them skeptically and I heard some rummaging as I imagined him replacing my belongings, "That's a lot of money to be just carrying around."

"Did she steal it you think?" North questioned, and I could feel eyes staring at me.

"I can't imagine her stealing, she seems too sweet for that." Kota said slowly, "But I also don't know where it could come from. Maybe she had a job and they paid her in cash when she moved for her last paycheck?" Even he didn't seem certain of that idea and I began fiddling with my fingers. They hadn't mentioned me being a runaway but it wouldn't take too many slip ups on my part for them to realize this.