Lonely Heart

II. First meeting

Today is just another boring Monday for me, 'I hate week days because I have to face the cruel reality, if only I could shut everything out.' I'm on my way to school, as always, all I have to do is pass by my old classmate's block and I'm at the station, 'I think I passed by here so many times I could do it with my eyes closed, is always the same, I'm just another passerby so I don't have to worry about someone approaching me, even my old classmate ignores me when we pass each other by.' Once I'm at school I go to my seat and I stay there all day. My deskmate tries to make some small talk but I don't even care anymore, 'I know she's just doing it to be nice but she doesn't really give a damn about me, she has plenty of friends but she got the bad luck of sitting with me.'

We have gym class last period today, 'Oh how I hate it, I am not active and no amount of training will change that, so just leave me be, I'm fine in my own lazy world.' Just as I was spacing out I feel a throbbing pain on my head as a basketball falls next to me, 'Did that just hit me?'

-"I'm so sorry." A boy with beautiful blue eyes says. (WHAT? It was the first thing I noticed)

-"It's fine." I say waving my hand.

-"No it's not! You're bleeding."

-"Wait, what?" Once I put my hand to the side of my forehead I feel a warm liquid. "Hmm...I guess I am."

-"Come, I'll take you to the infirmary." He says as he lifts me in a princess carry and everyone around stops playing to look at me. 'What the hell! It's so embarrassing but...what can I say now.'

Once we are outside the gym I finally say flustered:

-"You can put me down now, I can walk on my own!"

-"No way, it's my fault so it's my duty to take you to the nurse." He said. 'Now that I think about it his voice is quite nice, he's handsome too, with short dark hair and a gorgeous face, his body seems well built too!...Wait, what the hell am I thinking?' As I think that I start hitting my head. 'Ouch...oh right, the wound.'

-"I said I'm fine! Put. Me. Down." I say again in a futile attempt to make this situation less embarrassing.

-"And I said you're not, so shut up and stop struggling." He says in an angry tone. 'Grr...so annoying, but it might be better to keep quiet for now.'

When we reached the infirmary he finally puts me down.

-"Looks like the nurse is not here, sit down, I'll take care of your wound." He said in a kinder voice.

-"I can do it on my own, I don't need your sympathy."

-"Sympathy? You think that's why I do it?"

-"Either that or guilt." I answer mechanically.

-"Have you ever consider that maybe I'm just trying to be nice?" He asks in a slightly sarcastic tone.

-"If so then you're waisting your time...and kindness." I said coldly.

As he takes a piece of cotton and puts some sanitary alcohol on it he asks me:

-"Why are you so cold and distant, what are you trying to protect yourself from?"

-"Wha, what is that supposed to mean?" 'How did he...'

-"Well I think you are scared of something, so you're trying to keep everyone out." He explains as he places the soaked cotton on my would. 'Ouch!'

-"I said this before but I can do it myself, give me that." I say as I reach for the cotton.

-"You just changed the subject." (Actually not my intention) "You don't have to keep your defense up with me." He says as he stops me from taking the piece of fabric. "By the way I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Mark, and you?"

-"I'm...Natalie." 'Why did I answer, stupid.'

-"Nice to meet you, Natalie."

-"Yeah, whatever. Are you done with disinfecting my wound yet?" I asked without even caring for what he said.

-"Almost..." He answered as he let go of the cotton and took a roll of bandages. "...ok, all done."

-"Good, well then I'm out of here."

-"Wait..." He says almost instantly as he grabs my hand.

-"What, do you want me to thank you?"

-"No...your number..." He says shyly 'What the...is he hitting on me, or better said trying?'

-"I don't give my number to strangers, then..." I say as I leave the infirmary and shut the door behind me.

'Was I too mean? Nah, besides if I wouldn't have been he might have gotten the wrong idea. I have no intention of letting others get close to me only so they can hurt me after they get bored of me, I've been there one to many times.' As I think that to myself I hear the bell ring. 'Time to go home, better go get my stuff.'

Once I'm out the school gate I start thinking about what happened today: 'So I got hurt thanks to that Mark guy, but he did help me, not that I needed any help. Hmm...he wasn't bad looking, he seemed popular too...I guess I won't have to worry about meeting him again, and that's for the best, still...I hate the fact that he saw through me that easily, is my defense that weak? Oh well!'