Beau

the tampon.

                                                                                 Beau's POV
I have decided once and for all that the pain of the past was to be left behind. Knowing all I had to look forward to, drives me to complete what I thought was the impossible. The next step in my "Being happy" journey was to start fresh with everyone at school. I know that they all think I am the poor girl who lost her mom a year ago, which I am, but I don't want to be treated like it. I am not broken. I am just Beau and that's all. 

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"Good afternoon students! How are you doing? Wait," Professor Shmitz puts his hand up to stop himself, takes a breath, closes his eyes, and then continues, "I really rather not hear. Now, you have a paper due in 3 days. No I will not say the exact day, you should know that yourselves. Explain to me who you are in 700 words. No questions. You're dismissed!" He instructs the class. Everyone rushes up out of their seats to the door, like they couldn't wait to leave. Personally, I love this class. Professor Shmitz may be rude, overbearing, and too loud, but his words and teaching style are impeccable. 

I wait for the boys and girls to clear the walkway before standing up. I make it to the door, just as someone is coming in. The heavy metal door whips me to the floor along with my bag. A tampon rolls out, and I feel my cheeks heat up. A tall boy walks through the door. 

"Watch it, will you?" he sneers and steps over my body. 

"S-sorry," I mutter under my breath, clearly intimidated by him. I mentally yell at myself for not standing up to him. He was so rude and didn't even help me up after knocking me down on the floor. 

I huff quite loudly as I push myself off the floor with my hands. I swipe my hands over my jeans, getting rid of the dirt that might have gotten there.

"Here," the same boy hands me the tampon and shakes his head. "Thought you might need this. You know for-" My eyes bug out and I stick up my hand just as Professor Shmitz did.

"Yeah, thanks!" I roll my eyes and rip the tampon from his hand. "You don't get to knock me on the floor, walk over me, and then hand me my tampon." I tell him and stuff the package into my bag, making sure to fully zip it this time. I turn on my heel and walk through the door, hearing boots march behind me.

"Okay, technically the door hit you, not me."

I raise both arms flipping him off, rounding the corner to the coffee shop.

Maybe that was uncalled for in social aspects, but to me, it was perfectly reasonable. The door to the coffee shop was almost closed, so I sped up, slipping inside just before it shut. The line was longer than usual, backed to the door. So, there was really no where I could go. The jingle of the door signals and I turn behind me to see the rude boy.

"We meet again!" he says with a deep laugh.

"Not by choice, bud."

"Jesus, why are you so catty?"

"Maybe because you pushed me over!" I fire back.

"Again, the door, not me!" he opposes with a hint of pleasure in his voice.

"Please, stop speaking to me, whatever your name is. I just want to get my tea in peace!"

"Um, this is a coffee shop," He gestures to the sign reading "coffee", "so, why are you getting tea?" He continues to question.

I take a deep breath trying to contain the anger that always gets the best of me. My mom always told me to think of my favorite book, it always calmed me down. So, I begin to think of The Great Gatsby. Their whirlwind of a love and the pain. I felt the ugly vein that always crept up fade away.  I plaster a smile on my face, and turn back to face him.

"I enjoy tea. Any tea. Hot tea, cold tea, sweet, unsweet-" I sputter on for some reason I can't pinpoint until Mr.Rude shows up again, and interrupts me.

"I get it!" he says with a slight shout, shaking his head. "You're very odd, Beau," he says lowly, staring down at the black wood flooring.

"You're very-" I  halt and scrunch my eyebrows together. As I begin to turn around the door jingles again. Mr.Rude has walked out the door. I push through the door, following suit after him, just as he did to me. "Wait up!"

He continues to walk, his boots clanking against the concrete. He raises his arms, lifting his middle fingers up, flipping me off.

"Don't pull my tactics over on me!" I yell loudly, gaining speed on him. God, I need to get back to the gym. I can barely breathe. Suddenly, the guy stops short and turns around to face me.

"Can I help you?" he screams and I am taken back.

"I-I just wanted to know how you knew my name. No one knows who I am," I tell him, getting satisfaction that someone might actually know me.

"It's on your journal that fell out. You have got some juicy stuff in there. Poor you losing your mommy," he hands me my leather journal from his back jean pocket.

"How dare you!" this time I am screaming. "You had no right reading my personal stuff! Who do you think you are? You're nothing but an emo freak with all your black and piercings and those tattoos! They are absurd!" I put my hand over my mouth, shocked at the words that just came out of my mouth. Just the words of my mother set me off. 

"Sorry," I whisper, and take a glance up to the guy. 

"Okay," he takes me by surprise and laughs. "Not an emo freak. I just only care for black. Oh, and the piercings? Yeah, I don't know why I got those either. The tattoos are symbolic to who I am and my past. They're not absurd, they're meaningful. So, no I am not an emo freak. I would much rather go by Harry. Seeing that is my name," he shakes his curly brown hair and walks away to the student parking lot. 

A/N: Hi! Sorry this is a little late, but I did get it up! I hope all of you are enjoying this story. It means a lot to me, and I really want everyone to take something from Beau and enjoy it!