"Where, let me help you." I felt someone's hands around my arms, lifting me from the ground slowly. I wasn't able to tell who this person was but I knew I wouldn't be capable of recovering my diginity with such easiness as he was carrying me on his strong arms.
After gathering all my stuff, the unknown boy turned around letting me see who he was. His strong jaw and cheek bones resembled a supermodel one's and a pissed girl beside him gave the impression he wasn't single. Now that I gave her a better look, I remember seeing her yesterday in my English class, sucking somebody's face. The boy was cute but not as cute when I pictured the past day's scene again.
"I think I gathered everything...." he said while returning my belongings and looking again to the ground, searching for anything that could have escaped his eye, I assume.
"Don't worry. Thanks." My internal dialogue got interrupted by the words that escaped my mouth before I could process it.
I was starting to slowly move away from him when the pick up line that was lingering in the air around us was thrown at me with an undisguised sexual interest: "Hey, you're in my English class right? With Ms. Redbird? That is why I thought I had seen that pretty face before!" Oh Gosh...
"Yeah, that's me." He stood there, looking at me with a what-so creepy face before opening his mouth as if to say anything. "You better go. That girl is looking at you with a very upset face since you helped me getting up."
He glanced in the direction I motioned my head, as if he had forgot the girl's presence. "Oh-." He turned around again, facing me this time before start talking again "Well, it was nice to meet you. My name is Philip by the way!"
"I will try to remember that.."
I couldn't be more specific "Dude, get lost!" I could see the gears inside his head, trying to process the sarcasm behind my so-polite words. As if something had clicked, he blinked and started to back away " I better go! Try not to fall when I'm not around to catch you, Anna!"
I glanced back to look at the strange guy one last time before proceeding my way to the next class. During the traject I managed to put my Beats on, the sound flowing from it distracting me from my surroundings. People talking about their boring teacher, their new mates, the scene their siblings put up the night before at the dinning table... their normal lives in general.
As I was standing next to my class room's door, enjoying the notes coming out from my headphones, feeling the vibrations exciting every nerve from head to toe, my greenish-eyes captured a small girl with multicolored hair turning around the corner. Her short hair must have been through a lot of experiments, displaying a palette of colours from light-brown to red, which lock a different color. However, the whole scene looked right on her. The doll-y dresses, the high-knee socks and the thick eyeliner combined perfectly withe her aura.
The little creature, whose name i've come to know to be Daisy at our first English class, smiled when her eyes met mine. From that little gesture I assumed our thoughts were shared in some way. Here I was, feeling lonely when I've asked to be alone. There she was, walking toward me, wishing to feel a little bit less empty when the hall was crowded.
Her petite frame stood in front of me, chocolate eyes piercing into mine's before she planted a soft kiss on each side of my face, taking me by surprise. Usually, people were afraid of me, avoiding any form of close contact. Never in my life have I received a hug that I haven't asked for. The kisses beyond courtesy were rare. My sharp attitude lead them away easily, before any kind of feelings were shared. I felt accepted in a strange way. I couldn't put a finger on the reason.
My shocked expression should give away what i was thinking so Daisy started laughing. The childish sound warmed me up from the inside out, making it difficult not to join her. All the negative thoughts displayed in my head were thrown away in such a short time, the giddy feeling taking over and allowing me to feel a glint of true happiness surfacing from its shell that was hidden long ago in the core of my humanity.
The giggles coming out of her mouth started to fade, unfortunately. The warmth she brought me started to fade away, slowly and then, the only prove that it had ever surfaced was the wrinkles at the corner of my eyes, pure expression marks that didn't had the chance to be shown often.
"So, how is high-school working for you?" the little eyebrow move she made right after the words left her mouth made it look like she already knew the answer.
"I presume high-school is a bitch to everyone. Maybe you're lucky and you're able to make it with half of your dignity put up together but for most of us, the humiliation will win at the end.. I just lost the first bit of my Dignity. If you go that way-" I motioned to the hall I walked through a couple of minutes ago. The place was now crowded with students, going to their lockers "- you will probably see her hiding in a dark place. Do me a favor: if you ever see her, tell her that I missed her, okay"
Daisy started to laugh madly at me, making me feel insecure all over again. Was she mocking me? Was she making fun of me? Maybe she will just go around telling everyone "You know that girl, Anna? well, she is out of her fucking mind and is dumb as fuck"... Yeah, I could picture that
After a while, her laughter started to subside (again, may I add) and her eyes locked with mine. The look made me feel uncomfortable, so I averted my gaze away, focusing on the dirty pavement. All the aisle was covered with the same tiled floor, a light blue coloring it, like the ones you could find at a public hospital. A sound of someone clearing her throat made me come bake to present life. Daisy was still staring at me.
"Wow, I'm sorry. That must've sounded bad. You just spoke out my thoughts with such an accuracy that I had the urge to laugh. You're right, though"
"About what?" Now I was confuse. I had already forgotten everything I said since we started talking, her laugh making me flow away in instants. Psychological time has such a powerful meaning when you are like me...
"About high-school being a bitch." An then, like a third take of the whole encounter, we were laughing again like two kids playing in a sand box, with no carries in the world
