blank-faced [ON-HOLD]

"are you okay?" // 2 [mitchell]

And that's how I got here. Me, Mitchell Alexander Cameron, being told that the girl I bumped into the hallway had no face.

"You aren't being serious," I offered.

"Cameron, don't tell me you can see a pair of eyes, a nose and lips on that face, because anything anyone has been able to see all day is pure skin." Alex replied and gave me a look that said, 'you're crazy.' "You... you see her face, don't you?" I winced. "Y-yeah, I do." I stuttered.

"Is she hot?"

"Dude!"

"Hey, I'm just asking a question."

I elbowed him in his side. "Go back inside the locker room with Vic."

"Man... just trying to get some ass.."

"ALEX!"

"I'm going, I'm going!"

The girls were finished with their stretches and I looked at the boys' own coach, Coach Baker. He wasn't old, looked kind of middle-aged, with a good amount of hair on his head. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and yelled at the rest of the boys to get their asses out of the locker room. The rest of the boys soon scurried out, and they all waved at Ms. Bloomer, who walked by while the girls were doing their sprints. 

Now I'm not one to join the belittling, sexist crowd of boys, but damn, that woman looked fine. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and pure 110 pounds of wow! "Hiii, Ms. Bloomer.." The boys drawled on, staring at her. I think I just saw drool come out of one of their mouths.

The boys were going to begin their sprints, and after I finished mine, I was determined to talk to her and make sure she was okay.

I began my sprints along with the rest of the boys, and I mean, I probably wasn't someone you'd call fast, but the rest of the boys were slow.

I looked over at the girls, who were finished with their sprints, and could now do whatever they wanted for the rest of the period. She was sitting on one of the benches, looking miserable. Caught up in my thoughts, I tripped on my own feet, and got a faceful of dirt. 

"Cameron! Get over here!" I heard Coach Baker yell at me. I groaned, and picked myself up off the ground. "Nice job, Mitchell," I heard a guy named Bryan Beckett laugh at me. "Fuck off, Beckett, and finish your fucking sprints."

"Yeah, Coach?"

"That was a pretty hard fall you took there. I'm just checking your face for scrapes, bruises or cuts. Yep, there's a few. Go clean up, and then you can join Miss Freak on the bench for the rest of the period."

I rolled my eyes and went to go put some bandages on.

After cleaning myself up, I ended up with two band-aids on my left arm, one on my face, and three on my right leg. I braced myself. I was going to go join her on the bench. Alright, Cameron, you can do this, pace yourself, just pace yourself. I walked over to the benches slowly and carefully. I sat down next to her, and things immediately got awkward. Every few minutes, she'd take a glance at me, then when I made eye contact with her, she looked back down at her own feet.

Finally, when I realized I'd had enough, I blurted out, "You know I can see you, right?" I hadn't meant for it to come out that way.

Then, in the tiniest voice I'd ever heard, I was able to make out a little "I figured."

My head immediately whipped around to look at her. "I heard you yell at that guy, and you didn't give me a freaky look like everyone else did today."

"Why does everyone say you have no face?"

"Because, to everyone else, I kinda don't. I can speak, but sometimes people just don't know where it's coming from or who it's coming from. I don't know how you can see it."

"Oh, so you're a mute? No, wait! Is 'no face' just a term for someone who's really quiet?"

"No! Just-" She groaned and handed me a picture. "This is what I look like to everyone else, even my own family. I'm all the way to the right."

In the picture, there was a smiling family who looked like they were on vacation and they were taking pictures. A man, a woman, and a child who actually had a frown on her face rather than a smile like the parents. Then, in the corner of the photo, a girl stood, but she was far away from the rest of her family. At first, I couldn't see her face, but then it  appeared. She looked miserable. It was her. "I can still see your face in this photo," I said. "You look really unhappy,"

"I was."

I looked at her, and she had a frown on her face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It happens every year." She yanked the picture out of my hand and stuffed it back into her pocket.

I stuck my hand out. "Mitchell Cameron," I introduced myself.

She looked at me, then placed her own hand on mine to shake. "Delilah Flynn, aka the girl with no face."

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a bit of a shorter chapter, but i hope it was good! word count: 872 (minus note)

edit: i fixed a couple of spelling mistakes in this chapter ha
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