You Understand Me?

Hello Again

     Riley knows she understands too much. Every language. Every voice...thought... action. Everything. And she always will...

--/Riley POV/--

"She's so skinny. How is she even walking around?" yet another old bat said as she passed by me while snickering to herself.

Since I know and understand everything but others don't know this, I'm always hearing what they are really thinking without a filter. They think I don't know when it is in the "thoughtful language," and it's just people expressing their opinions; But I do understand and have to take these opinions silently so people don't question me and my ability.
I bumped into someone like I always do and fall to the cold ground.
"Owww!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't see you...," he paused as he helped me to my feet and let go of my hand,"... th-there," a tall boy with curly, black hair that hung over his eyes said as he helped me up.
"It's ok, that happens a lot. For some reason, people just don't notice me," I said while brushing myself off and looking up to meet his dark brown eyes that turned into look of confusion hiding under his torn baseball cap.
"U-um. Y-you can understand m-m-me?" He said slightly blushing as he looked at his muddy tennie shoes probably from all the rain lately.
I nodded my head enthusiastically and was about to explain for my mistake of responding to him but instead, was dragged off by my best friend, Alec, who didn't seem to notice our conversation.
"Come on, slowpoke. We're going to be late for class," Alec said while also not noticing me clearly resisting his grip.
I then turned to give the stranger an apologetic smile and gave in to going to school.
He seemed nice but kind of shy, too. I wonder what's under that shy shell of his.
I smiled to myself while ignoring yet again another lecture about how being tarty to class is wrong and shows bad character.
Just because I don't worry and strain over every little detail of my day, doesn't mean I can't function in life on my own. He's my friend and all, but Alec needs to lighten up sometimes and relax. Someone that is on edge all the time shouldn't be in good health- at least not mentally.
"It never helped you. I have better grades than you do, Mr. A minus."
He then shoved me in the shoulder while giving me a very dramatic fake hurt look, and we continued walking side by side like everyday since kindergarten.
We are always given weird looks since we never use sign language, but we don't need it.
I understand him and he understands me so why bother.
Since I was able to initially understand and communicate with him, he was able to catch on to me even if it took some time. And now we just talk like it's a normal situation.

We get to school to be informed that a new student it going to be attending school here from now on. I was pulled from class before getting a look at them but decided to sneak a look later. They were late anyway so must not be so attentive of school since it's the first day.

I'm like the universal go to gal because of my special, let's just say, 'understanding' of people. Because of this, I'm always dragged out of my class for some kind of situation just for my availability to settle the problem easier than the normal process of signing. People sure can be lazy. I'm not just a human translator.
Anyway, I'm off to the main office where a fight has already been fought so early in the school day and am there to distinguish the guilty party and then take the injured to be fixed up.
After the bully was sent home with his defense of " I had to beat up that twat. He started trying to actually talk to me and messed everything up so I had to put him in his place, you know," which doesn't even make sense. The nerve of people that think they're better then anyone else trying to live the same way they are, is so stupid.
As I was mentally shaming people in my head, I bumped into another people which of course sent me to the ground- or so I thought.
I was caught and lifted from my fall into someone's grasp.
"Maybe the problem isn't that people don't see you, but you don't see them," the figure said.
"Hi," I said as I glanced to meet those same kind eyes from earlier that don't seem to be as shy now. I look at him and for the first time in a while, I was at a loss for words. Gathering my thoughts and fidgeting to get down, he noticed and set me standing upright again.
"S-s-sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I'll be going now. S-sorry about your c-clothes," he said hurrying away with a bad limp and being covered in blood.
I looked down to see my white shirt now stained red.
"Wait! The infirmary is right here. Aren't you the one that was also in the fight from early?" I said and motioned to the door next to me.
He hesitantly looked back then turned around nodding his head and entering the room. He sat on the medical bed and took off his blooded already red hoodie while I took some supplies to treat his injuries to the chair next to him and sat down.
"Now, please, don't tell me this hoodie was originally white because you might actually be dead from blood loss." I said while examining the cut on his right cheek.
He looked worried and pulled away to whisper," shhhh don't tell anyone. If they know then I'd be sent to zombie jail with rest of the living undead. This is double top secret."