The Mute & The Bad Boy

Chapter 3- We have class together?

I'm late! I'm late! I'm very late! I really hope Professor Carl doesn't flunk me. I woke up late and missed my bus, so I had to wait for the next one to come and take pity on me. Resulting in me being ten minutes late.

I was wearing what I usually wear. A black band t-shirt, my black sweatshirt, some blue skinny jeans, and my red converse high tops. Plus a beanie. I think you can guess what color it is.

As I was running to class with my satchel following suit, I ran into the real life version of the plastic doll herself. Hey Barbie. It was Claire. She's hated my lovely guts since middle school. Compared to my band loving emo looks, she seems like a devil in disguise as an angel. A really, really good disguise. Pink billowy top, wavy blonde hair, and white capris. Only flaw I've found so far is her attitude towards me.

"Oh if it isn't little Trouble Clef! I haven't seen you all summer." She feigns a gasp. "Don't tell me you were in jail! I mean those looks have got to be illegal somewhere!" She practically screeches in her high pitched voice. Her little lackeys laugh and help her up, giving her high fives for the stupidest insult I've heard since I've known her. I simply roll my eyes and keep running.

"Oh I'm sorry! Did I get in your way of fleeing the cops?" She yells after me. 'No I helped them find you. They said the amount of plastic you add to your face, chest, and ass is so much that you have become as shiny as a doll and you need to be returned to the museum where you belong.' But sadly I could only keep my mouth shut and run as fast as I could. Until I turn a corner and run into another person.

"Ow! What the hell? Watch where you're going!" We both ended up on the floor this time. I look up sharply at the same voice I barely heard last night. It was Damian.

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"Sorry." He said. "I thought you were someone else." That's the most he's ever spoken to me. I pointed at myself and then held up the piece sign in an attempt to say, 'Me too.' He nodded in understanding and helped me up. I tried to maneuver around him so I could get to class, but he stopped me. "Hold up. You know how to get to room 715?"

I nodded and motioned for him to follow me. I broke into a run again as soon as my alarm told me I was at least 20 minutes late. As soon as I got to the door, a paper airplane flew by and the Professor was trying to get everyone to settle down. I ran to the back of the room and took a seat. Damian walked over and asked, "This is it?"

I roll my eyes and gestured around the room as if saying, 'Duh! There are huge numbers on the chalk board indicating so!'

He grinned. I looked away, already feeling the slight warmth rising to my cheeks, putting my satchel in the seat next to me to grab my supplies but he shoved them to the floor and sat down in said chair. I stared at him. He kicks his feet up, sporting his black leather high tops, and smirks. I shake my head at him and turn to do my exam.

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On the upside, I think I passed my exam. On the downside, I can't get Damian to stop following me. "Can I have your phone number?" He asked for the hundredth time. I didn't even bother to answer this time as we walked outside into the "study field".

In reality, it was another place for students to socialize and make out by the trees. I headed straight for my tree, which a couple were standing at. I tapped the boy's shoulder and signaled for him to scram. Recognizing me and realizing that he was at the wrong tree, he apologized quickly, grabbed his girlfriend's hand and ran off somewhere.

A lot of people know me as the mute who is constantly being teased on by Claire, but instead of pitying me, they respect me because they know I don't mess around when it comes down to it.

Most of them are waiting for the big fight between the DJ and the Barbie doll. As I sat under my tree, I stuck my earbuds in. Damian sat next to me. Already knowing he was going to want a conversation, I pulled my notepad out of my satchel.

"Are you deaf too? A simple nod is fine." Damian said getting impatient.

~No stupid. I'm not deaf. I hate it when people put those two in the same category. We could be just ignoring you. AND NO! YOU CAN'T HAVE MY NUMBER! What do you need it for anyway?~

He grinned again and I wondered why every time my smart-ass side comes out, he gets so happy. "I want your number so that you don't have to write on a stupid notepad every time we talk." I stared at him for one minute. Two minutes. Five minutes.

"Um... Treble? You know its not really ignoring if you're staring at me right?" He whispers tauntingly. Oh my God. Lord, thank you for this beautiful man in front of me. He's like a little slice of heaven on the eyes. Plus he's semi-considerate! Thanks a lot. Amen.

~You have food on your face.~ I write. He doesn't really, I just... I don't know. I guess I really don't want him to think I'm weird too much for some reason.

"Damnit! Seriously?" He yells rubbing his face. I laugh and shake my head. Nope. Then I write my phone number on my notepad and hand him the paper. I watch as his eyes light up and he quickly enters my number into his phone.

Once he finished, I stood up to leave, but he grabbed my arm. I stopped and looked at him but he was glaring at someone behind me. "Treble, who are those two people giving us the death stare?"

I turned around to see Claire and Dren watching us. A.K.A. my ex nerd of a boyfriend and Barbie. I smiled and texted him: 'That's my own personal bully and my ex boyfriend.' "Oh wow. I didn't know you had a boyfriend." He says, obviously annoyed. 'EX! BOYFRIEND! As in, we're NOT together anymore!'

Dren has dumped me because he was tired of all the one sided conversations. It crushed me. After all, it wasn't my fault.

"So... you're single?" Damian questions. I just roll my eyes and walk away. I haven't gotten far before Damian is walking in step with me. Curse his stupid long legs. "If I start flirting and hitting on you, you won't get mad?"

I stop abruptly and turn around to face him. He stared at me and my heart jumped for a second. You could see the bad boy in his eyes. But then, 'You can flirt with me all you want. Doesn't mean I will be affected in any way though.' I texted him. Why do I keep doing that?

He just laughed and continued following me as I walk off campus and towards the bus stop.

"Treble. Where are you going? The parking lot is the other way." Damian asks, pointing back. 'I don't have a car so I take the bus.' I text still walking. 'Why are you following me?'

"Because you're interesting. I don't think I have ever met a mute before. Anyway, do you need a ride? I have a motorcycle." I whirl around so quick my beanie almost falls off. I've always wanted a motorcycle but back in high school, I still lived with my parents. And they said no.

I nodded excitedly and he chuckled. As he turns around, back towards the parking lot, I jumped up and down and pumped my fist. I've been waiting my whole life for this.