Their Love For Each Other

A New Friend

Greyson told the boys and the red head to stay put as he sat next to Jaylin. She couldn't stop her crying. Greyson wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to him. She didn't care about being touched anymore.

Because now remembered everything of her life.

Before Greyson, the boys, and red head got there, a baseball player had been talking to Jaylin--taunting really--and bashed her head into the locker and so here she sat and he had thrown all of the insulting papers at her.

It was the impact of the locker to her head that brought back all of her memories. She had a knot on the back of her head so big, she wouldn't be able to sleep regularly for a while.

"None of this stuff is true," Greyson said, referring to the papers.

Jaylin sniffed and lifted her head. She wiped away her tears, but it wasn't like she looked good at this point in time. Her eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks had dried tear stains all over her face, and her mascara was scattered.

"I don't care about the dumb papers," she whispered. "I know everything now."

"What?" Greyson asked.

"I remember everything. My parents, their funeral, me living alone, getting bit by the car. Everything."

"So... What do we do now?" He asked.

"I have to go to class. I'm already late," Jaylin stood and walked away, not caring how she looked.

•

The red head's name was Tori. She was seventeen, had freckles, blonde highlights, brown lowlights. She was fully built since puberty hit her early. But she was very innocent and came from a family of both parents, a dog, two brothers, and two sisters. Tori had always been in Jaylin's English class, but was too shy to say anything to her.

And for that, she felt responsible for everything Jaylin had been through.

She felt that if she had spoken to Jaylin, none of this would've happened. So she walked up to her and sat next to her. "Hi, I'm Tori."

Jaylin nodded and waved.

"Look, I'm sorry I never--"

"Don't even," she said. "Knowing me, I would've pushed you away."

"I want to be your friend. And I don't care how many times you feel you're gonna push me away, because I do the same thing. But PALS has helped me be more social and more courageous. It's up to you, but just know I'm trying," Tori said.

"Well, thanks, but I don't need friends. I have the boys and that's enough for me," Jaylin shrugged.

"Well, here's my Facebook if you change your mind," Tori wrote her name on a ripped sheet of paper and handed it to Jaylin as she went back to her regular seat.