Letting Go

Chapter 4

It's been about three days since my first day of school, and surprisingly it's been going pretty well. I think I may have made a friend. His name is Elson and he's very loud and dramatic. To be honest... it kinda nice to have someone to walk to school with now. He had done most of the talking and I haven't said a word to him yet. I'm thinking about trying to ask him to study with me sometime in the future. Is that weird?

Closing my journal I shoved it into my book bag that's near my desk. Elson is sitting right next to me texting away on his phone. He's only been been here three days and he already has more friends than I could ever make. I don't understand why he hangs around me when He could be chatting and hanging out with other people. Ever since the first day, he's stuck to me like kid with a new toy. He's always happy and cheerful. Bouncing off the walls really early in the morning and all throughout the school day, I've never once seen him falter.

"Caaarrtttiiieeerrrrrrrrr!!!! Cartier. Car. t. ier. Cartier. Carti. er. Cartierrrrrrrrrrr"

After homeroom, Elson couldn't stop singing or saying my name. Every two minutes he would tap my shoulder and say, "Cartier. Hi. Cartier... hello" my response to him every time was a glare. I don't know what's weirder. Him singing my name or him being happy that he knows my name. His happiness towards my name is starting to get a bit creepy. If someone was this happy about finding out someone else's name I would think they were a stalker, but for some reason his exasperated happiness about my name doesn't seem that bad. He's a bit odd, but I guess who isn't these days.

Elson and I have multiple classes together and share the same lunch. We have English Honors, AP Chemistry and AP European History and Gym class together. Our homeroom is basically our first period which is English Honors with Mr. Frankenstein. Aside from Elson annoyingly singing my name during class, he also wouldn't stop making zombie movements as if  he was trying to indicate a Frankenstein walk. Little did he know that in the book Frankenstein, Frankenstein was actually the doctor who created the monster that he's obliterating the walk from. He didn't need to know that. People smiling at me or even near me was a rare sight to see and I didn't want to ruin it by being a nerd. Elson is little too... extra as some people would call it, but he seems to come from a good heart. It's been three days, I still haven't said one thing to him, and I'm already liking him. By the end of today I'm pretty sure he'll meet someone and they'll tell him how weird and awful I am and convince him that I'll just bring him down. I wouldn't be surprise if before lunch he looses interest and decides to ignore me. Good things don't last very long for me.

Wait.. should I ask him to have lunch together? What if he says no and this whole time he was planning on pretending to be nice and then he'll embarrass me by the end of the day..

I stiffened in my chair and stuffed my hands inside my sweatpants pockets. Right now I was in sixth period sitting next to Elson in our AP Chem class. He dragged me to my seat and insisted on sitting next to me in every class we have together. What if he doesn't want to sit next to me tomorrow? The teacher was asleep at the head of the classroom and didn't pass out any papers to work on. I took my hands out of my pockets and rested them on the desk. Slowly, I turned my head and tried to sneak a peak to my left to look at Elson. Once again he was already looking at me, but this time I was willing fully looking right back at him. Why does he keep looking at me... This time I didn't turn my head away and continued to look at him. This is uncomfortable. Leaning towards me he slammed his hand down on my desk and his face stopped just inches away from mine. What the h-

Even though people were already looking in out direction, he whispered "Cartier"

I looked at him awaiting for his question confused from his unnecessary loudness. You can not just slam your hand on a desk and then whispers to the person you slammed your desk on.

"Have lunch with me today."

What... did he just... I was about to.. okay.

Grinning as if he read my mind, he pulled his hand away from the desk and leaned back into personal area. Sending a wink in my direction, he went back to typing away on his phone and left me thinking that he could secretly have the ability to read people's mind.