Rules Of Living.

CHAPTER-6

*unedited* *smiles sheepishly*
If I get done with the next chapter soon then you guys might just get a double update or not considering it is 12:30 am, however enjoy my loves.
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Let me be clear about one thing.... again.

When I say I don't like people I honestly meant it. Well I still like old people, because I mean come on they're cute as a puppy and I love puppies. Who doesn't? Probably Assholes.

Wait... I'm an asshole. Never mind.

I look up at all the kids standing in the hallway, they had one thing I lacked. The only thing I envied them for. Happiness.

I could see it in the way their eyes would crinkle up when they'd see someone they relied upon walking towards them. I didn't rely on anyone but sometimes I wished I had someone who I could share my burden with.

My mind wanders imagining to what I would have been like if all that had happened, didn't. Would I also be wearing bright sundresses while I held onto someone's shoulder to control the over bubbling laughter erupting from my chest? Or would I have been like my sister surrounded by so many friends, that loneliness became a foreign concept? Would I have dated, loved, made love?

I guess I'll never know since the reality is that I did lose my parents, I was ravished without my consent and I was forced to grow up at an age where children were supposed to live a care free life.

I feel my throat tighten, the familiar feeling of my heart being crushed under the weight of anger and frustration starts to overwhelm me. Locker, I need to find my locker. Now!

My feet carry me swiftly at an unbothered pace and for the first time in my life I walk with my head facing downwards instead of staring everyone in the eye daring them to approach me.

As soon as the familiar blue locker with a small indent of the initial of my name come's into view I breath out in relief until my eyes drift two lockers down to the right, it was the boy. The one from the principal's office, the one who sat down next to me during the decoration of the hall for the hallows. The one whose name I forgot to ask.

He was standing there with his back towards me, his body covered with a blue shirt and black jeans. His chestnut hair tousled on top of his head, I find myself thinking how it would feel if I could just run my hand through those silky locks.

The slam that resonates shakes my whole body and for a second I can't comprehend what the bloody hell just happened, before I realise the reason my body is shaking is because I, whilst day dreaming about caressing dream boys hair, rammed my fucking head straight into my locker.

I close my eyes tightly, tilting my head up I squeeze the bridge of my nose silently cursing myself for not being vigilant. I don't know what the hell has gotten into me, acting careless is something I never do.

I mean if you would've actually focused instead of ogling at dream boy this could've easily been avoided.

I tell my conscience to go shut up and sit the fuck down, before I zone back into reality and open my eyes seeing dream boy's face two inches from mine. My brain immediately screams "PERSONAL SPACE INVADED" and I discreetly take a step back.

I notice his lips moving, they're so plush, how can a man's lips be so fricking attractive and plump. The snapping of fingers brings me back to reality and I realise I had zoned out again. Great.

"Are you okay? I think you may have a concussion." I register his words which sound worried, probably because I had been staring at him like a lunatic for the past five minutes while he stood there trying to see if I was okay. I notice his hands on my shoulder making sure that I don't lose my balance.

"I'm perfectly fine, though not really comfortable with you being in my personal bubble." His face contorts to a smile before he apologises and steps back, removing his hands from my shoulder. As soon as he does I become aware of the fact that the only reason I was stood upright was because his hands had been. keeping me steady.

I feel myself beginning to tumble as the hall starts to spin viciously, his hand shoots to grab my arm and keep me from falling infront of half the school. I notice he still tries to maintain a distance so that I don't feel uncomfortable and smile at the thought.

"What's funny?" He quizzically looks up at me with a small smile tracing his own lips. "Oh nothing, just that you managed to keep me from falling I guess." I dont tell him that it was because of his silent but kind gesture of respecting my boundary.

He nods before he starts to walk down the hall with my arm still in his grasp. My body goes stiff, my thoughts rushing back to that day, flashes of him dragging me to the room while I resisted vigorously tears staining my cheeks, the difference however was that his grip was violent and eager while the guy before me was holding my arm with such softness, as if his hands hadn't ever committed any sin.

He notices that I have stopped walking and turns around to see my fear stricken face. I realise how vulnerable I look and quickly hide all traces of emotion that ever were there. His face shows immense amount of curiosity to my reaction but he doesn't question anything, instead tells me that he's taking me to the nurse's office, making me visibly relax as my shoulders slightly fall down in relief.

Once im sat down on the bed of the small white room the nurse flashes a light in my eyes to see if I really had a concussion or not.

"Do you know your name?" She asks me making me scoff ofcourse I do, just because I rammed my head in a locker doesn't mean im a dumbass who doesn't remember her own name.  Instead of saying this I curtly reply to her. "It's Aria." I look at dream boy staring at me closely as if trying to connect something.
"Full name darling." The nurse sweetly says.

"Aria Alejandro." as the words leave my lips, my eyes travel to dream boy leaning against the white wall of the office, his own eyes widening as if he connected the dots before changing back to as they were before.

I don't think much of it and listen to the nurse tell me something along the lines of, big bad bruise... ice ice.... bla bla. I thank her and walk out of the room with dream boy right on my trail.

"Aria." My name rolls of his lips so perfectly it sends a chill down my body. "Aria Alejandro, thats a nice name. Fun ring to it." I smile at him repeating my name, getting used to the sound of it.

"At this point I'd say your name but I dont know what it is?" I retort smirking, I shove my hands into my jeans pockets and stand to appear more confident infront of the 6 foot something guy but before he can tell me his name. I feel somebody grab my hand and pull me along with them all the way to the other end of the hall.
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