To Be Different

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"You? " I whispered,my voice hoarse from crying.

Immediately I felt his gaze on me, I instantly jerked my hands away from his touch. What does he want from me? I don't want to have anything to do with him, I don't even know his name. I really don't understand. Why won't they just leave me Alone!!!

Did he come to make jest of me or harass me? I'm really tired of all this. I need a motherly figure in my life right now because all I seem to want now is to cry into my mum's arms and also ask why we had to move in the first place. Or wait, is it because I'm different that I'm being treated like this?

Feeling hurt by my reaction,he frowned but Immediately wrapped it up with a concern expression. I took a step away from him and he tried to take one forward but I stopped him mid-step and sniffed. "What do you want from me, aren't you satisfied with what your dumbass friends have done to me, or did you come to embarrass me more?"

He quickly shook his head and I sighed in annoyance. "I'm sorry for what they did, I mean for what Ashley did. Actually the both of them, I had no idea she was going to do something stupid or else I would have-"
Oh so, the stupid blondie is Ashley.

"You would have what, stopped her?! Of course you would. I'm begging you, I don't want to have anything to do with any of you!" I snapped and turned my heels to walk to the bathroom.

"Just please listen to me, let me help you with the mess she's created. I'm sorry once again for what they did" he said looking at the tiled floor. I'm not sure if he's purposely trying to avoid eye contact with me, but the tone of his voice makes me want to believe he really isn't that bad. Now I'm confused.

"What do you want" I asked,still feeling the slight burning of anger lacing through me.

"Come I'd show you somewhere you can clean up" he said. I wasn't actually going to follow him was I? What if he wanted to kidnap me or something.

"I won't hurt you, I promise" I fumbled with the hem of my already spaghetti-soaked top and hesistantly nodded.
I followed him down the hall not to far from where we stopped at a door that says 'janitors closet'. I've read enough of wattpad stories to know what happens in the janitors closet. Is he actually tricking me. Am I falling for his trap? I really don't think I can trust this guy.

He opened the door and entered,but instead I just stood there calculating the distance from here to the nearest classroom for a run. He noticed I wasn't following him as his nose scrunched up in confusion. "What happened, why did you stop. Look, I just want to help you because I feel bad for what they did and I have no idea why you are behaving so stubborn just for me to help you. You are not helping this situation at all. It seems you don't need my help,so I better leave you here to drench in your spaghetti clothes" he rolled his eyes and started walking away.

Jerk alert!!!!!!!

I really don't want to be in this outfit any longer. I literally smell like tomato sauce.

"I'm sorry, help me get out of these" I said, pointing my hands up and down my outfit. He turned around with a smirk on his face and gestured for me to enter the room with him, clearly pleased with himself for using reverse psychology on me.

In the little space of the janitors closet, there were paint buckets, brushes, buckets,glue,electrical appliances and so many other things I failed to recognize. I wonder where the janitor really is. What if someone comes in here and then think we are doing the wrong thing. I just want to get this over with and get out of this stuffy room.

"Are you like wearing a singlet or something, you know because I'd have to.. to ask you to like.... like put off your top. So that I can give you my hoodie" he stammered. I'm sure he feels uncomfortable saying that, I'm feeling the same way too. How can I change here in front of a boy??! My cheeks flushed in embarrassment as the brown skinned boy just looked up the ceiling like I was non-existent. I cleared my throat, trying to get his attention.