Miffnee

Cold and Hesitation

      It was unimaginably cold up here. I recently moved from Arizona to Maine and dear god was it freezing beyond belief.
     As you can imagine, I was made fun of quite frequently being I had seven layers and still shivered but they walked freely in t-shirts. I was called "partner" jokingly in a stupid accent, even though I'm not even from a place with a southern accent.
    Also to make matters worse, school. Two weeks since I had moved and I had to start school.
   
   I woke up, my head throbbing. I looked at the clock and my heart sunk, 2 a.m.
    My stomach felt like the heaviest thing ever and my throat had something in it. I thought of everyone hating me at school, or me getting beat up and shoved into a trash can, or the teacher saying my name wrong, or them finding out I'm gay, or- shit.
  My pillow is soaking wet and so is my face. I was crying. 'What a dunce' I thought to myself and wiped my beet red face off.

   My head kept on imagining impossible scenarios that it made seem rational. My mom creaked the door open and my heat stopped.
   "Baby? I heard crying, are you alright?" She asked softly and sat on the edge of my bed.

     I bit the inside of my lip and stilled my breathing. "Yes ma'am I'm alright, just had a bad dream" I said trying to pass off the fact I was fine.
     She shook her head and smiled down at me, "I'll wash your pillow while you're gone, it's time for school".
    I blinked in disbelief. Three hours. Three hours I spent sobbing into my pillow. What even am I.
  I got up and got dressed, two tank tops and a t-shirt, leggings, pants, two pairs of socks and my tennis shoes.
     I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a poptart, took a bite and rushed out the door.
     I walked to school, the backroads to avoid people. As I approached, a huge guy in a varsity jacket walked up to me and smirked.
   "Sup partner!" He said in a thick dumb southern accent.
I grimaced and glared at him. "You think that's funny?" I spat at him.
    He looked at me shocked, "Wh-What's funny?" He said, still in accent. How stupid is this guy?
    "That accent is so stupid and insulting! I'm not that type of southern!" I basically yelled at this point.
   He raised an eyebrow, "Uhm... Sorry my accent is stupid and insulting, I heard you were being bullied and I thought I could help... I'll just go" He stuttered out.

    My blood ran cold, "No no no! I thought you were mocking me like all the others do! I don't mind the accent actually I find it charming, I'm just tired of getting called faggot, I-I'm so sorry." I tried to reassure him.
     He smiled "Oh don't mind them calling you that, coming from an actual faggot, they just find it funny when you get upset"
    I smiled. Gay, cute, and southern, me likey, but he wasn't exactly my type, he was large, squishy, red hair that curled cutely at the top of his shoulders, and soft hazel eyes.
     He grinned and stuck out his hand "Matthias Jonesy, pleasure to be your acquaintance." I shook it roughly and chuckled, "Lewis Darkern, and I agree."
   We talked for a while as we walked to class, but my eyes caught on an inhumanely attractive man, standing with two other people, laughing.
   I guess Matt saw me staring, "He catch your eye? He's not my type but you have fun, and make sure you use protection" He chuckled lowly and slapped my back.
   I flushed and glared at him, "Oh whatever I don't even know him!"
       Yet I couldn't stop staring, he was perfect. Tall, skinny with a bit of pudge on his stomach, which I did enjoy skinny men, could never get into buff guys with chiseled abs, he had dark brown hair that was wavy and shiny and curled around his ears and the bottom of his face, he had deep, deep blue eyes that I could drown in, he looked tired, he had dark eye bags under his eyes, he also had paper white skin, dotted with caramel colored freckles that mostly populated his face but I could see some on his wrists. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a dark purple t-shirt, and black baggy jeans.
    He looked at me,  I freaked out and looked away, then bolted to class.
    I sat down in the very back left hand corner, and pulled out a book, a few minutes after the bell ring, Mr. No Name sat in front of me. I blushed and stared at him, 'Oh my god he's so hot.'
   He turned around with a surprised look on his face, "Who's hot Miffnee?"
      I must've turned about 132 different shades of red as I sunk down into my seat. I didn't even know what Miffnee meant but the way his voice made it sound made me melt. It was soft but so deep and rough on the edges. I wanted to change my name to Miffnee. Ok yeah, that sounds a little drastic but leave my gay ass alone he's hot.
   He raised an eyebrow, "I'd like answer please and thanks."
     "U-Uhm I was just t-talking to myself... s-sorry" I said quietly.
     He smiled and turned around, shaking his head to himself.
   

     That damn word echoed in my head the entire period.
                                            Miffnee