The Bad Boy Know-It-All

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Amelia

"Angel," Gage had mumbled softly, almost like his heart was breaking, but that couldn't be, why would he care? He doesn't even know me.

That's when it hit me! Oh my gosh! OH MY GOSH! I was crying. That's why he is currently looking at me so softly. I quickly looked down, trying to avoid his gaze. 

But that did not last long, as I had soon after felt a gentle tug on my hand, pulling me out of my chair. I tensed, but shrugged out of it fast. I did not want people to see the freak that I thought I was. So, I stood up quickly, using my other hand to wipe the tears that are slowly falling out of my eyes. 

He looks at me with a soft sigh, and pulls me out of the classroom.

Behind us, I hear Mrs. Smith yelling at him, "Gage, be careful". Gee, thanks for the help Mrs. Smith.

Gage completely ignored her, and kept going, stopping in a more private area of the school where there are comfy couches. I have never been here before because it is always packed when there is no class going on, and I really do not feel like waiting after school to sit on a couch when my bed is so much more comfortable.

I quickly sat down on the comfortable, dark brown, leather couches tucking my feet under my legs with my hands curling around my chest. 

I know it doesn't help much, but when I feel weak and powerless in a situation it almost feels like a security blanket. 

You're always weak.

Shut up, Brain! I already know that.

My mind always puts me down. It just continually eggs my insecurities on. 

Ugh! I want to just agree with myself, but my therapist is forcing me to challenge my thoughts.

She says that by doing this, I am forcing myself to confront negative images that I have of me.

So, let me give it a try.

But, what if I am not weak? What if I am actually strong?

What if I am strong?

As I was thinking these things, I saw Gage sit down next to me from the corner of my eyes.

"Angel, it's ok," I hear him say softly, but it did not help. I was at the point where I could feel a panic attack coming on. I am in an unknown situation with the resident bad boy. I could feel my body begin to shake as the oxygen slowly leaves my face, I can feel it draining from my body. I start gasping for air, not caring that Gage is seeing me like this, my whole body on overdrive that something bad is about to happen.

"Angel, come back to me, you're safe, you're safe Angel, I promise," I heard Gage whisper before pulling me into his arms. 

Normally, I would start thrashing in his arms, because I feel trapped, but his arms are making me feel protected, protected from the outer world, like him and I are in our own little bubble. So, I decided to nuzzle my head into his neck, feeding off of his body heat. After a few minutes, I feel him gently push my head up and scan my face, looking for any signs of danger.

"Angel, what happened sweetheart? Are you ok? I was so worried. Did someone do something? Tell me who it is," Gage said worriedly. 

I was shocked by his attitude, why did he care what was wrong with me? I am not anyone special, I am just an anxiety filled teenager. I shook my head, silently indicating that I did not want to talk about it. I did not want him thinking I was crazy more than he probably already thought it.

"Angel, please," he said in a tone that he my knees quaking at how much he cared.

"My name is not Angel, it's Amelia," I said, trying to change topics.