Shush

Chapter 5

•Losing it already?•

These little actions of mine kept going, even when I acted like everything was fine and normal. Mom locked herself up in her room after the incident and Alya, together with the school gave up on harassing me about it.

I'm pretty relieved to be honest, even though I still don't have any friends...

The bell rang for lunch, students rushed out as they headed towards the cafeteria. Well most of them anyway. I walked up to my locker instead of following the rest to get food. I don't have any money on me to spare anyway.

"Not heading for lunch?" A voice asked as I pulled a few books out for the next class.

"No."

"Why?"

"No money."

"I could give you some. You really need to eat something."

"Look. I can take care of myself thank you very muc-" I was cut off when I realized who it was.

"Jean?" I was pretty confused on why one of the most popular guys in school actually bothered to talk to me.

"That's my name." He grinned as his eyes shifted uneasily.

"What do you want?" I raised a brow as I shut my locker.

"Nothing! nothing! Just want to be friends thats all..."

"Why?"

"You seem lonely I guess..."

"What about your little band of hooligans?"

"I'll handle them!" He smiled even wider if that was actually possible.

I sighed and nodded. We spent the rest of lunch talking about each other and for once, I forgot about the knife in my backpack.

After walking me to class, I just slept through the lessons, and spending the rest of the time coming up with reasons why Jean wanted to be friends with me.

"Maybe cause he is a misfit himself?" I murmured to myself.

Jean was only popular cause he was known for his violence. He got into fights often and led a group of boys who were like himself too. That was all I knew about that brunette.

I headed home, thinking of what to cook for dinner, whether mom would get over it by now, and minor little stuff to keep my mind awake.

After finishing some work, I kept my books for tomorrow. Doing so, the little knife slid out from on of the bag's compartments and landed on my table with a faint thump.

I stared at it for a while, until I grabbed it and kicked it under my bed. Bad move.

Cause now my toe is bleeding.

I groaned as I got some gauze to bandage it up. Until I got some blood onto my hands. My breathing hitched as the crimson fluid dripped and ran down my fingers and stopped at my wrist. I couldnt take my eyes off for a few minutes until I snapped out of what seemed like a trance.

I shook my head and tended to the wound.

A/N: Jean's name was inspired from a character from AOT. So nope I don't take credit for his name at all... Yes I lack imagination :)

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