My 17's Loneliness

My 17's Loneliness - Chapter 1

The bell rings bringing me to conscious, people walk out of the classroom as I put my stuff back into my backpack. While I make my way out of the classroom, I realize that I still have a whole afternoon of boring classes. My body walks on his own passing through the others that try to rush for the cafeteria.

Everytime the same routine, nothing new, be that good or bad. No one to talk to or hang out or to just lunch with. My body already knows the way to the library to pass this time of loneliness until some more agonizing classes start. My head stays down as I go to the library, hoping that this action makes me invisible. I'm not an attencion seeker unlike the other girls of school, I prefer being in my little bubble not worrying with anyone and anything. That way I don't let people in and get hurt. I just prefer not to meet new people and start caring. My mom always told that someday those people I called friends will go on their own direction and I would only be left with my family. So, why bother making friends if in the end no one will be there with you, if they'll just take advantage of you thinking that in a way they will be less lonely but when they find out more interesting or popular friends they'll live you behind. I can't care less about making friends they seem so fake to me. All people are self-seekers in their one way, or is the money, or the company, or the popularity, but after they have what they want they'll replace you. And yes I sound depressing, but don't blame me, my life IS depressing. Besides there are also other things that seem fake to me. Love is one of them. What?! Don't tell me you believe that two people face each other and fall in love instantaneously or that there is someone for you no matter what! I don't believe that, blame it on my life, but I'll never believe it.

When I came back to reality, I realized I've been thinking non stop and I already sitted on a couch in the library with people reading next to me. Right before I had the time to connect the faces to the names, they got up and started putting the books on the shelves, where they're originally, signalling that lunch time was over and was the time to head back to class.

I get up and start walking to my next lesson. However some buzzing makes me stop and I turn to the direction of the sound. There was some phone on the couch next to the one I sitted. I was going to walk away but for some unknow reason I had this sudden urge to grab that phone and answer it. However I started turning away, the phone wasn't mine I couldn't answer it. But what if they were calling to know were the phone was? With that thought in my head I picked the phone and answered it and in a split second I was hearing the person on the other line, concerned evident in that voice.

"Hey some one answered it! Shut up guys!" Now I could indicate that the voice I was hearing belonged to a guy. Well I'm not really confortable talking with either genders but the fact that the voice had this husky sound that makes me associate it to a hot guy got me really nervous.

"S-Sorry, I think this phone is yours... I-I just answered it b-because I thought the owner would like to know where the phone was... I shouldn't have picked it up, don't worry I won't steal it...uhm I'm on the library by the way"

"Oh no, don't worry about that, you thought well, I was praying that someone would answer it. And I don't think you would steal something, you don't sound like someone who would do that. Actually you sound like some shy girl, who is probably wanting to run away of this conversation" He chuckled. Wow, Am I really that easy to read? And he dind't even saw me. "Well, I think I got it right so I won't waste more of your time and go straight to the point. I can't meet you now so could you stay with my phone until the end of school or if you don't have classes right now you could meet me at the parking lot?"

"I have classes right now. Actually I'm going to be late..." I said as my voice expressed all of my worries. I was that girl who would freak out about being late. I know I'm pathetic but I couldn't risk my straight As.