The Weirdest Thing Ever

vi. pinky swear

"Hey! Where are you going?"

I quickly ran away from him and hid myself in the janitor's room. I lightly slammed the door and curled myself on the floor and cried. I don't feel safe. I never felt safe. Just imagining stuffs about what those two bullies would do can already make me shiver.

Suddenly, the door of the room creaked opened. And to my surprise, it was V. Like seriously, how did he find me?!

"Hey. Next time, if you'll ran away like that again, better hide in a place where no one can track you easily." he entered then closed the door, and walked towards me, "Would you mind sharing your problem with me?" he asked as he sat beside me.

I didn't answered him nor dared to look at him. I just hugged my knees and looked away. "Why don't you just go away from me?"

"Because I don't want to. When I'm not with you, it kinda makes me uncomfortable because, to be frank, you're weird. And I'm weird, too. So that makes both of us even." he confessed.

I scoffed, "Is that so? If it is then you can go now." I was about to stand up and walk away when he pulled my hand and put it around his waist then hugged me.

I was speechless. I can't move.

"Ssshh," he hushed as he carefully caressed my hair, "Let it all out."

I already acknowledged boys as stupid and heartless, but this one's different. I kept on pushing him away but he's so persistent that he don't just give up like that.

What's gotten him and why is he being so persistent?

What does he really want from me?

Ever since I moved here, I've always waited for a moment for someone to hold me and be with me whenever I needed help, no matter what. But I stopped having high hopes for that.

I never thought that that person would be him. And for the record, he's the very first one to do this.

I got carried away and just burst out crying on his shoulders. I wasn't able to control my feelings so I cried it all out. I sobbed, but I don't care if it sounds weird or funny. I just really wanna let it out.

"Is there something that scares you or bugs your mind?" He asked softly.

"Y-Yes." my voice cracked, but it doesn't matter.

"Don't worry. I'll always be here to protect you no matter what." He said, still caressing my hair.

"That's impossible. You're a weakling." I joked but still tearing up.

"It's you who's crying on my shoulders right now." he laughed.

I broke the hug and just sat beside him. He offered me his handkerchief but I shook my head and just wiped my tears with my hands. But, like what I said, he's so persistent that he volunteered to wipe my tears.

"Hey, I'm sorry, okay? I'm trying my best to at least help you so please have a little faith on me. And please," he held my hand as he looked straight to my eyes, "Just trust me." he sincerely added.

I felt a little bit flustered. I don't know what to react. I'm a little bit weird out.

I have trust issues.

"Why are you stalking me?" I asked frankly.

"No! I'm not stalking you. It's just that I want to be friends with you." he defended.

"Why me? There are lots of men and women in this school that are very popular. They're also rich, beautiful and famous. So why me? I'm just a simple girl with ordinary features. I'm not like the others. So why me?" I told him, feeling discouraged for who I am.

He held my hands tighter and put it near his chest, "That's the thing. I want you to be my friend because you are simple yet I believe you have a wonderful personality inside you. You're just hiding it, too afraid to show it off to people who might put you down. You also look like a very good person compared to the people who wears some sort of mask to hide who they really are. Now tell me, am I right?"

I just looked away and shrugged. He's right.

"Hm, silence means yes." he muttered.

I let out a heavy sigh as I wiped my tears, "Okay, you got me. So what do you want?" I asked.

"I just want you to be friends with me. Is it hard enough for you to make a decision on it?"

"To be honest, yes, pretty hard. See, I have this trust issues with boys and-"

"Wait, trust issues? But I swear, you can trust me. " he held out his pinky finger, "Pinky swear."

I laughed at him. "Seriously? That's stupid. But okay," I held out my pinky finger too and intertwined it with his, "Pinky swear."

We smiled at each other and let it go.

"Hey V."

"Troy." He said.

I gave him a look as I tilted my head, confused. "What?"

"Call me Troy instead. Since we're already friends, I'll let you call me in my real name." he told me then smiled.

"Okay, Troy." I smiled back at him. "But seriously, V is way too far from your real name."

He chuckled, "I know right." then grinned.

"You're weird." I commented, my eyebrows furrowed and I smiled a bit.

"You too." He poked the point of my noise, then I chuckled.

He has my trust now. I wish I won't regret that. But anyway! I'll be positive from now on. Pinky swear is a pinky swear, right?

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