playdead

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Uh oh.

Uh oh, indeed. Those two words echoed through Belle's head as Simon started walking away. Of course, several other things went through Belle's mind. Such as, getting the hell out of there.

Belle, her legs shaking violently, absolutely terrified, almost sprinted away from the playground in ripped jeans. She ran and ran, almost tripping several times along the way. Finally, she made a good distance away from Michaels Park.

On a sidewalk, Belle sat down, with her back on a tall wooden fence. She put her head on her knees and began to weep.

Belle began blaming herself for what had happened. She was the reason Breezy and Simon were most likely going to break up. Only her. Her idiotic thoughts and words. Belle would be the reason why everyone hated her.

Until, a step of footsteps came from her left. A person was walking to her.

The person stopped. In a deep voice, the person said:

"Are you okay?"

Belle looked up. A tall and muscular dude stood in front of her. Mascara was running down her eyes. The dude wore a jean jacket, black pants, and Vans. He looked about 17 to 18 years old.

"Uh..." Belle managed to squeak out. She couldn't help to admit, the dude was kind of attractive.

"Guess not. You look like shit, no offense," The dude said. "I'm Eugene."

He crouched in front of her, and held out his hand.

Belle slowly shook it. She could tell she was probably going to get kidnapped. Or worse.

"So...are you okay or not?" Eugene asked.

"Yeah...I just..." Belle said.

"Wait a minute...I recognize you." Eugene said.

"You...what? How?" Belle asked, wiping her face on her sleeve.

"Yeah. In my high school, John Marury, they have pictures of these kids on a wall and a sign above them saying 'New Gen Freshmen.' That's where I saw you." Eugene answered.

"...Oh." Breezy said.

"Yeah, I'm a junior right now. Fairly easy. All I got to say, is that you never act more than you are. Kid, listen, if you act like you're the shit, I guarantee you're gonna get murdered. Uh...metaphorically. Though, some people would probably kill you. Just a warning." Eugene said.

Jesus, you talk a lot Belle thought.

"Yeah...uh, I should get going." Belle said. She got up and wiped dust and dirt off her pants.

"Alright kid. Aye, when you go to John Marury, tell those jocks that you know Eugene Franklin." Eugene said, standing again. He walked away, past Belle.

Belle smiled. He was nice. She hoped that he would still be there when she started Freshmen year.