As soon as the bell rang I jumped out of my desk and bolted out of the classroom with tears rushing down my face. As the tears ran down my face, it felt like they were leaving a trail of fire behind them. Much to my dismay, it's not the same fire feeling as mysterious guy's kisses. I really don't think I could ever forget that dream. It all felt way too real. Not even that it felt real, but it gave me hope. I don't know why because it will just end up biting me in the ass and making me feel even more like an idiot than I do right now.
My shoes make a thudding sound as they pound on the tiles as I run to the bathroom. I'm maybe five feet away from the bathroom entrance when an ice cold hand grips onto my wrists and yanked. The strangers yank sent me spinning into a rock hard check. They wrapped their arms around my body and pulled me closer. This feeling was unusual. Strange. The arms were warm and embracing that gave me flashbacks to the dream. Realisation hits me like fucking bricks thrown at my face that a random ass stranger, that goes to this school, my own personal hellhole, is currently hugging me right now. My mind goes nothing to nineighty; racing with thoughts. What kind of dumbass would hug the person that people torment every day of her life?
I put a little space in between me and the stranger. I look down at my feet because I don't even know what I'm suppose to be saying to this person. Do I push them away? Do I cry harder? Do I walk away and pretend it never happen? Do I apologize? With all these thoughts rushing through my head I didn't even notice that the person hugging me is wearing red and black converse, and raggety jeans.My eyes become as big as a flying saucer. No. Fucking. Way. This is not happening right now. I can't believe it, I won't believe it. I began lifting my eyes, inch by end. The hem of a red and green striped shirt comes into view and I mentally facepalm myself.
Why am I letting this go on for so long? I bet I'm getting punked or some shit. My eyes stayed glued to his body as they made their way up to his face. Immediately I notice his jawline. Jesus Christ. I finally make it. His eyes. It felt as if they were deep within my soul. Picking it apart, piece by peace. I could have literally stared into them forever. Swirling of blues was mesmerising.
As much as I really, really wanted to stay like this, surrounded by warmth and to be held his embrace; it was wrong. I was a nobody and he was a somebody. It never works like that. I pull myself away from his body so fast that it was as if his skin was on fire and it burnt to touch him. I pull myself together and turn and walk away from him. I wanted to dig a hole and die in it because i could feel that stare of his ocean eye boring into the back of my head as I act as if nothing had happened. I had made it 15 feet and haven't heard any movement behind me indicating that he had left.
I gather the little courage I had left in me and stopped and turned around. There he was, still standing there. Hands tucked into his raggedy jeans, grinning. I was flabbergasted. What the literal fuck is going on today? I rolled my eyes and just as I was about to turn around and continue walking, a low smooth voice calls out.
"Well are you at least going to tell me if you're okay or not?'
He gave a little chuckle at the end. I didn't say anything, I just starred like a deer caught in the headlights. I bet I look like an idiot. Taking my silence as an answer he calls out again.
"I saw what happen and that really wasn't cool of them to laugh at you. No one really deserves that. I don't know why you put up with it."He looks at the ground and shrugs his shoulders.
Did he really just ask me such a dumb question. Has he not saw the shit that goes down at this hellhole? More specifically to me? I was so mad that he had really just asked that. I couldn't help but be a sarcastic asshole in response.
"Don't even act like you give a shit, same shit just a different day. After so many time of being told something, at some point you abandon all sources of hope and believe them." I guess my answer really did surprise him because he whipped his head up so fast from looking at the ground I swear he could have given himself whiplash. He gave me an odd look and pursed his lips debiting what he should say.
"Claire, you really are an amazing girl and you shouldn't believe them. Most of the guys are mean to you because you show no intention of wanting to sleep with them and it pisses them off that you're different. You're beautiful, and smart, and kind even though no one has shown it to you. You really are one of a kind and any guy would be so fucking lucky to be with you." He sent me a wink and turned and headed back to class.
I didn't even know what to say. What was I supposed to say? Of course me being me, I said the first thing that popped into my mind.
"Uhhh... how do you know my name?" His chuckle filled the hallway but got quieter and quieter the further he got.
"Who in their right mind wouldn't know the name of the most beautiful girl in the school?" I just starred as he walked away. There is no way in hell I believe a single word that he said. That was total bullshit and I don't even know his name.
There was still three hours of school left but there was no way I was staying here after whatever encounter that was. I ran out of the school building before any of the teachers caught me. That night, I maybe got 30 minutes of sleep. I continued to toss and turn all night. I was so tired but sleep just wouldn't come. In the pitch black of the night I would often see the strangers ocean blue eyes on my ceiling. I knew it was my mind showing me things that I wanted to see, but it didn't help my situation any better. What if the stranger really was telling the truth. How does one person even possibly approach that.
I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock the displayed bright red numbers across the screen. 4:17 A.M. I groaned in frustration and decided that it was pointless just to lay in bed for another two hours when I knew damn well that I wasn't going to be sleeping anytime soon. Part of me just wanted to take sleeping medication to force myself to go back to the dream I had. The guy in the dream showed certainty that I was something that he wanted. That I was something he craved. I don't understand why my mind makes me see such bullshit images when it also knows damn well that there is no way in hell that anything like that could happen. I was planning on getting up and wandering aimlessly around until it was time to get ready but I unintentionally found myself stuck in my thoughts.
What would happen if someone were to really like me? Would someone really step out of their world and come into mine? One that isn't always the greatest. The one where she sometimes thought that things would be better off if she wasn't alive. Would the person be able to handle the mourning that I go through every year of my parents death anniversary? There are just so many things that I don't think people give a shit enough to even try to understand. I'm not even a hopeless romantic. I'm just hopeless.
Thinking about all of this was giving me a serious migraine. Great way to start the morning. I looked over to the clock again. 4:37 A.M. I was growing anxious and just wanted to sleep. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. Luckily I did fall asleep, but I fell asleep thinking about the stranger. The final thought passed through me before I drifted off, maybe I'm not alone in this?
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Invisible Me
Teen Fiction"Great, just great. Everyone was laughing at me. I was back to the real world now, my nightmare. I no longer had that warm fuzzy feeling from my dream. I didn't have comfort, I didn't have a mysterious guy here to save me. It was just invisible me."...
