Unpredictable - Unbelievable

nine.

After that confrontation with my old friends, I looked around to see if there was anyone else I could talk to. As I searched around the cafeteria, all I found were death glares and people I didn't know. I went to the back wall and leaned on it, sighing. My friends had rejected me, and had blamed me for hurting Derek when he hurt me. They didn't know the full story, but I certainly wasn't going to tell them. Soon enough all my secrets were probably going to be around the whole school. I rubbed my temples from the headache I had just gotten, wishing lunch wasn't ending in thirty minutes.

From across the room I could see a familiar face sitting alone, someone I knew who couldn't possibly hate me already. Xavier.

He was sitting at a table, writing - or rather drawing something inside a black scribbler, his hair tucked behind his ears so I could see his many piercings. I swallowed the lump in my throat, nervous that he would reject me also, but I walked over and sat across him anyway.

"Hi," I said quietly to him. He looked up from his drawing of a girl with wings, and smiled when he seen my face. I smiled slightly back at him.

"Hey September, what are you doing here? Aren't your friends over there?" he asked me, pointing towards their table with his pencil, a concerned look on his face.

"They aren't my friends anymore. They told me to leave them alone," I said flatly, looking at the table. I was embarrassed: they were supposed to be there for me. I thought they would be there for me, but they left anyways.

"That's okay. It's their loss," he said with a small laugh. I picked up my face so I could look fully at his, when I seen someone - Derek - walk into the cafeteria. I started chewing my chipped black nails when he came over to us.

"September, there you are. Didn't you get my texts?" he asked me, a tone of anger in his voice. I looked back at the table, wishing I could just disappear.

"September, can't you hear me? Why do you keep ignoring me?" he asked, wanting an answer. He was getting angrier, I could tell. My legs were shaking so much that they hit the table, and I flinched from the pain. I gave Xavier, who had been slowly getting more cautious of Derek, a scared look, begging for help with my eyes. He nodded slightly, touching his knee on mine, to show that he was stepping in now. That he was here for me.

"Dude, why don't you just leave her alone? She doesn't want to talk to you right now," Xavier said, trying to ensure that Derek would not flip out. All attempts failed.

"Is this the guy you left me for at the dance?!" Derek said - almost yelling - angrily. People were starting to notice, and I was feeling more and more afraid. "We will talk about this later," he said before leaving the cafeteria, finally allowing me to breathe again. I starting worrying about when "later" was.

"Are you okay September?" Xavier asked me with concern. At first I nodded my head, but then I quietly said no. He stood up from his seat, grabbing his scribbler, and asked me to do something I would have never considered doing.

"You wanna skip the rest of the day? Just so you can avoid that Derek guy?" he asked, a mischievous look on his face. I smiled and said yes, being glad to get out of here, and the two of us walked out of the school together and got into his car.