The Saving

Chapter 3

I looked at him then at the bench.

"What?" I asked.

"You go like this." He briskly walked to the bench and turned to face his back towards it, "And move your body downwards. Viola, that is how you sit."

I glared and sat down. "I know how to sit, Austin."

"Before or after I taught you?"

Okay. Sass master over here. I glared harder.

"How do you know my name anyway?"

"I go to your school. And everyone knows your name there." I replied simply and sat down.

"You go to my school? My school is pretty far from here." He looked at me suspiciously.

"Okay, fine you got me. I stalked you and was offended you would die before you met me." I replied sarcastically.

He actually cracked a smile, the smile that recently got nominated for best smile in this year's yearbook. He also got nominated for best eyes, best dressed, most athletic and best personality. I thought he had a good personality until today. 
Oh, and he was nominated for most likely to be successful. Basically everything. He was the loved by all, handsome perfect, Austin Hemings.

He gave a chuckle that caused butterflies to flutter in my stomach. "This is so weird. This whole situation, this conversation, and the fact that we go to the same school even though it's miles away."

I had to smile too. "Yeah."

"What's your name anyway?" He asked.

Was it irrational to get offended? We've attended the school the last four eyes and this year we got a class together.

I had look away and hold back tears as some negative thoughts came back to me,

"Hey," He said gently and lightly touched my shoulder. "You okay?"

"Just got caught up in a thought," I replied.

"You were looking that way," He pointed to the horizon,"Upset you missed the sunset, Sunset?"

I gave out a laugh. He's done a complete 180. "Yeah, thanks a lot, doofus. And it's Celine, not sunset."

"Ahhhh, so that's your name. And it's Austin, not doofus." He winked.

I rolled my eyes and couldn't suppress a tiny smile.

He sighed and looked to the sky. I looked at the sky with him. It was now twlight.

This should have felt awkward and weird, but oddly, I felt relaxed. Relaxed, and curious as to why a boy like Austin Hemings would want to kill himself.

It would make more sense if it were me, off the railing and ready to jump...

Celine, dammit. Don't go that low again. Never again. It was bad enough three years ago.

"Celine?" Austin asked suddenly.

I welcomed the distraction. "Yeah?"

"Can I...Can I..." He trailed off. He had his eyebrows furrowed and looked so lost and his inner conflict was apparent.

It made me frown. "Yeah?" I encouraged him to go on.

He suddenly hugged me.