Don't Say Goodbye

Chapter 2

I make it to first period and take my seat next to Jessica. I look at the board and get out what I need. As if right on cue she asks me for a pen as she does everyday because she never has any pens of her own.

I hear laughter and I look around confused as to why there is any. Then I notice that the girls sitting right across from me are laughing at me. I slump into my seat and try to not let them bother me. I try to focus on my work but I keep hearing my name come from their mouths.

I roll my eyes in disgust at their petty comments, but one of them notices and says something.

"What the hell are you rolling your eyes for Johnson?" the tall red head spits. "Nothing, you know, Mr..Mr. Marks, he always says stupid things." I say trying to make the conversation end.

"No I don't think so. Because when Becca said that you are fat, you rolled your eyes, and plus Mr. Marks is over at his desk on his computer."

I don't say anything and scoot closer into my seat, in order to conceal myself from there hatred.

"Slut." the brunette, whispers in my ear.

By the time the class is almost over, a sigh emerges from my throat that I didn't know was in there.

The bell rings just as I am putting my stuff away. I quickly grab my grey and black book bag that looks like it has seen better days and head out of the classroom. I some how forget how to walk on my way out and trip. My books go flying and I somehow land right on my face. The next thing I know there is a crowd of people around me laughing and calling me names.

"I guess this is karma for rolling your eyes at me earlier." the nasty red head mocks.

A tear threatens to emerge from my eye. I do everything in my power to keep it in. It doesn't work. I start to ball my eyes out and the next thing I know I am being picked up and carried to the front office.

When me and my mystery hero arrive at the front office, I try to take a look at their face. But the water from crying has made my eyes blurry. I could feel the persons muscles rippling through their shirt. The warmth radiating off of them and on to me.

It felt good to be that close to someone. It felt good to not be picked on or yelled at for once in my life.

They place me in a chair and call my name. I look up and see those big green eyes staring at me. Scott. I should have known. I try to smile but fail and just frown instead. He gives me a half smile and then hugs me.

I think he was trying to be nice when he hugged me, but I guess he didn't know I have personal space issues.

My body tenses as his smothers mine. I try to breath but fail.

"I cant breathe." I say trying to get air. "Oh my god, Im sorry." he replies as he releases me from his death grip of a hug. "Thank you for helping me." I say as I try to hold back the rest of the tears that want to come out. "Don't worry about it." he consuls, lightly taping me on the arm with his fist. I smile and my whole face lights up.

I think to myself for a second, "could I really be friends with Scott Randel? Does he like me?"

I bring myself back to reality and find him getting my stuff and our pass to the next class. He hands me the pass and asks "are you ready?" I nod my head and we head out the door.

We walk down the deserted hallway and soon enough we are at the chemistry lab.

"Uh, thanks for helping me back there."

"You're welcome."

I go to turn the handle for the classroom but he stops my hand.

"I need to know that your okay. I need to know that, when I leave you wont have a mental break down, because I care about you a lot. I mean more than you know."

"It has always been like this. Ever since I can remember I have been picked on. I'll be fine. Go to class."

He smiles a weak smile at me and leaves without another word. I turn the handle to go into chemistry and try to start my day over for a second time.