You can call me a creep

Chapter 3

But my thoughts get interrupted quickly by hearing some guys laughing out loud and as I look up I see Collin pushing Eric to the fence that outlines the schoolyard and hear him shout.

 “She just wouldn’t fuck you because you’re an asshole.” His words are followed by a punch in Eric’s face. As I see this happen my jaw drops.

Eric hits the ground and Collin continues.

 “You’re just a big disgusting jerk!” Collin tells him and spits in his face. I run at them as close to the fence I can get. As Eric stands up I beg him not to hurt Collin. Cause what he just did could get him killed.

 “What?! You’re defending that bastard?!” Eric rattles between his teeth rubbing his jaw.

“No I am not! I just don’t want anyone to get hurt because your self-image is that small… And that’s not the only thing.” I state giving a little nod towards his pants.

“You fucking bitch!” he hits hard on the fence. “Wait till I get you in my hands!” he snaps trying to climb over the fence. Before I can terminate what to do Collin grabs Eric by his t-shirt and pulls him back down, as he falls Collin kicks him in the face.

 “Don’t you dare to touch her!” I hear him say as I notice Eric’s face is starting to bleed and he is a bit unconscious.

Oh god no this is going wrong.

 “Collin don’t.” I defend Eric a bit. Soon I see teachers coming and tearing Eric and Collin apart. I decide to walk away so I don’t have to go to the principal and explain everything.

I know Eric will be at the nurse now, been taking care of his nose and eye. Collin got him pretty bad. I still don’t understand why that weirdo freaked out but most of al defended me while he doesn’t even know me. I just decide to go back to my room and take a shower.

Collins p.o.v.

I hate sitting here on this stupid bench waiting to go to the principal. What the hell was I thinking getting into a fight with Eric. I can’t remember anything that happened before I slapped him only that I got a big urge to do it.

Suddenly the office door opens and they tell me I can go in. after half an hour nodding and promising I wont ever do it again and that I was wrong they let me go with a mild punishment I just need to clean some classrooms for a month and I already get started tonight.

 I start picking up the biggest papers of the floor and put them in the garbage bags, which make me think of Allie. The first time I talked to her was while I was putting away a bag like these. Why do I think about her so often today? I clear my head and go to the shed to get a bucket and a mop to scrub the floor. As I come back I take a look out of the window as my eyes fall on a window where a girl walks by wrapped up in a towel in don’t mean to stare but yet, I keep looking. She is standing with her back towards me when she drops the towel and puts on some panties. I tell myself to look away cause this is disrespectful but my eyes just stay focused on the girl.

When she turns around I’m stunned. It’s Allie. My jaw drops so hard it’s almost on the floor as she stretches. I get a weird feeling in my stomach almost like the feeling of throwing up but now in a good way. I oblige myself to turn around cause that’s the wisest thing to do at this moment or my thoughts would be going insane. As I keep cleaning the classroom I notice a desk with Allie carved in it.

I immediately rub my eyes I must be imagining this.

I am speechless when I still see the name carved in there after wiping my eyes several times. She must have carved this in here with her compasses during a boring class. I finish cleaning the room and decide to stick a note onto her desk.

 Hey, Allie

It’s me the person of your other letter. I just wanted to let you know if you want to answer just stick the note here.

G.C.

I hope she will answer back as I leave to go to bed.

 I haven’t slept much I was constantly thinking of what she will answer IF she answers. Hours go slowly all day minutes feel like hours. I’m burning of desire to go back cleaning to look if she has answered. I never thought I would be this happy with a punishment. I am craving to get in there as soon as possible. In my head I’m imagining of all the things could grow out of this letters. I don’t even recognize myself anymore. But then reality strikes again, I realize I would never be able to have a decent conversation with her or any girl I am to much on myself for that.

I push those thoughts away and look under her desk as I enter. There is a note there.

 Who are you?

 That’s al it says. I grin at the note, typical for her. Wait what I seem to know her while, well I don’t? Maybe I just do know her better than I think and am I better in estimating people than I thought. I write her a note back and say it is better that she doesn’t know who I am but that I really want to run away someday and ask her if she wants to come with me.

I finish cleaning the room and go back to bed.

 Following days and weeks pass the same as today slow lessons and longing for finding her letters stuck on the same place every time. She starts telling me more about herself and I am really starting to like her. She tells me she likes her music loud and hates the way she needs to be dressed here and that she would rather wear baggy clothes and get herself tattooed, that that is the reason why her parents send her here. She also tells small details like she loves cats because they are so on their own and that she loves salty popcorn. I agree with the second thing but I hate cats its not like I would torture them or some I just don’t like them around me. We seem to have a lot in common we both like to read but are really picky about the writing style and subject, we both aren’t scared of much, like to walk into the woods lost in thoughts not aware of the world around you, like to stand in the rain and feel it soak your clothes an touch your skin, lighting fireplaces and enjoying the heat, and so much more. She also tells me about Eric being a prick all the time making fun of her and trying to get her back by being a scumbag. After more than tree weeks sending notes she finally answers the question I asked her the first time.

... I’m really getting sick of this school and most of al Eric trying to get me back and making me jealous with that bitch of a Stacy smirking all the time. I want to get away from here.

 I want to run away…with you…<3

 My cheeks flush by reading this. She wants to go away just like me another thing in common and most of al: she wants to do it with me.
I send her a note back.

 Well okay let’s do it then, when and how? <3

 When I leave the room from cleaning I realize that there are only three days left I need to clean here. I hope she answers soon.