That Type of Guy (UNFINISHED)

Chapter two

I still can't believe I was insensitive enough to miss-judge Jodie.

Even if she wasn't disabled, she could've been a really nice person. A feeling of guilt swept over me. I immediately wanted to apologise for what I thought even though she never heard it. Jodie was in the nurse's office and I was back sitting under my tree all on my lonesome.

Oh crap. The note. I forgot all about it. I hope it didn't fly too far. I got up and looked around.

"Boo," Yelled Tyrone, startling me from behind. I jumped back a fraction and glared at him. 

"Woah sorry, I didn't mean to glare at you," I apologised. He smiled slightly and my eyes landed on a little piece of paper a couple of metres away from me. I ran towards it and tripped over. Tyrone started laughing and beat me to the paper. Shit. He read the note and looked like his head was about to fly off.

Tyrone began to curse and hit a nearby bench. I sighed and stayed where I was to watch him rage. When he started to calm down I got up and walked over to where he was.

Unexpectedly, he hugged me and whispered "These people need to stop bullying you, or I will find out who they are and smack them across the face with a chair." A tear rolled down my cheek unexpectedly and I laughed. Random extreme emotions? They're not ideal, but I'm female. It's ok because it is expected of our gender.

What really hurts me and scares me about these notes, is not what's being said, it's that people I don't even know are secretly hiding their desire to stab me with a fork. To think, all this is about jealously. It's all just because I'm a close friend of a guy every girl would dream of dating.

I slid out of Tyrone's embrace and sat on the ground. I don't know what to do anymore. I feel like I can't do anything right. Then there's people out there making me feel worse about myself then I already am and who are writing things like 'I'll get you when you're alone' or 'Ever make a move on Tyrone and I'll get you' and the worst one I've gotten so far... 'I want to kill you'. I've gotten about 5 this week and it's only Wednesday.

I didn't realise I was staring at the grass when Tyrone asked "Are you alright?" I nodded and faked a smile. Tyrone already gets too angry at my problems and I don't want him worrying about mine any longer. "Just tired," I replied.  

"Well I have to go get ready for the next class now, meet you after school at the bus stop, yeah?" He asked. I nodded and went to sit under the kind, caring embrace of my tree.

I call it mine because this tree is like my third parent. Every time something's happened at this school, my safe place is under this tree. I just feel homely and comfortable underneath the shade of my oak tree.

A playful scream interrupted my inner thoughts. I stood up and looked around the side of my tree to see a boy tickling a girl to the floor. The girl was crying from laughing, yet enjoying herself immensely. The girl turned away to look somewhere else and the boy reached around her waist and pulled her into his arms. She smiled and turned her head to receive a kiss from the boy. Couples like these remind me of how lonely I am. I use all my time for study and not a real life. I'm 17 and never been kissed.

I sighed and turned around to see Tia, a girl in my English class collapsing on the ground crying. She's got real writing potential, but a glare that could pierce glass. I walked over to her and asked "Are you OK?" 

She sniffed and replied "Do I look like I'm ok?"

Ok I have to admit, that was a stupid question seeing as how she's bawling her eyes out right in front of me. Everything's going wrong today. First I found a horrible note in my locker, then I miss-judged a deaf girl who got hit in the face with a ball and finally, I find Tia having a break down over a reason I don't know.

Even though I hardly know Tia, I sat down and put my arm around her. "What's wrong?" I asked, sympathetically.  

"I don't know if I should tell you," cried Tia.  

"Don't tell me then, just let it all out." Tia leaned into me, her tears trickling down my jumper, one by one dribbling down onto my pants then onto the ground making a wet patch. Once she'd let it all out she stood up, wiped her nose and whispered "Thank you." She hugged me one more time then took off.

Well, today has been no less than dramatic. Actually, I think that's a bit of an understatement.