She waited for a reaction from me, so she just stood there with a cheesy grin on. But I didn't won't to give her that satisfaction. And so I casually walked over to the sink, which was conviently behind me, got a cloth, dampened it and started my attempts at getting it out which was impossible. It was yellow paint and I wore black jeans and a navy blue top. But as I tried to wipe it out, the laughter started.
'HOW EMBARASSING!' I thought. I wanted to see just how many people I had embarassed myself in front of when the outcast boy walked to towards me. "Here, let me help," he said an grabbed another cloth and helped me out. Gradually, the laughter stopped and the paint that I and my helper could get out was, well out.
"Thank you," I politely said as we sat back down. He didn't say anything, he just looked at me and gave me a smile and went back to his artwork. It looked as though he had even more anger to take out on the artwork now than before. The rest of the lesson went farily quick and it was then the end of the school day. 'TIme to finally leave' I thought. But as I made my way to my locker, I saw my art class helper walk towards my locker and slip something in it.
I decided to pick up the pace, I wanted to see what it was and to thank him (if it was something I wanted to thank him for). But he ran off too quick for me to even talk or thank him. Now from the day I had, I took caution into opening my locker door. Who knew what these people put in lockers. But I was happy to see there were no surprises, except an envelope. I opened it of course there and then. I was the artwork he had just done. That brought another smile to my face. But when I held it, I felt something rough on the other side of the peice of canvas.
Turning it over, I found that he had written me a letter:
Hello there,
Thanks for the support at lunch time. There are so many jerks in this school to say the least. I haven't seen you around here, so I'm guessing your new. I wanna know is why did you want to help me or talk to me? If you haven't noticed, I'm not the mister popular around this school, so if you wish to talk, look, listen or keep in contact with me don't expect to be popular either. If this is some sick joke, then just leave me alone.
HIV.
I felt kinda sad for him after I read that letter. When I looked back up to see if, just if I could see him, my luck turned around because I did. He was down at the main entrance stairs and three guys were punching him up really bad. As I stood there, I could hear what that were calling him. "Poof!" "Loser!" But it seemed to me that the word he disgusted was "Faggot", he finched everything they called him that.
I was amazed no-one tried to help or even stop this brawl. They were just glad school was over and were walking pass the fight as if it wasn't happening. But what was I suppose to do? Then it hit me. I remembered that I had some left over water bombs in my bag from a night I went out just throwing them at houses. With no hesitation, I ran over to the drinking taps and filled up about five of them. Then with them in hand, I ran up behind the jocks.
"Hey?" I yelled to one of the jock's backs. As I planned they turned around, unaware of what was about to happen. But I didn't give them a chance to react. All five water bombs hit them at least once or twice before bursting all over their Bakersfield High jackets. This got everyone's attention and they stopped in their steps.
I knew that I was going to get hurt, one way or another. So I looked for my art class helper and ran towards him. "C'mon," I said as I grabbed his hand and started to run out of the school grounds with him. As the both of us ran, I could hear him wimper. When we were across the road from the high school, he stopped. "I know where we can go, it's a safe place," he said and started to run. At that moment in time, I just wanted to get out of there so any idea seemed good. He ran quite fast, but I kept up with ease.
Ten or twenty minutes after running, he stopped at a maroon and navy painted house. "This is it," he said and this time he grabbed my hand. We walked up to the garage door and he knocked twice on it. As we waited for whatever I didn't know, he introduced himself to me. "I'm Jonathan." It seemed the right time to introduce myself too. "I'm Veruca".
WIth that, he gave me a smile that made my heart melt. 'Do I have a crush on this boy? I've only just met him. That's impossible' I thought to myself. I smiled back casually. Suddenly the garage door opened. The boys that were with Jonathan in the bathroom at lunch were there. A wave of 'hi's' and 'hey's' went in Jonathan's direction when we entered the garage room which seemed to be made into someone's room.
He walked over to the black leather lounge that could sit three people on it and sat down. I kinda felt out of place there, so all I could think of what to just stand there and be thankful that I wasn't being chased anymore.
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