"I love you." That statement is nothing but a lie to me. Every girl but me seems to have a boys she loves to tell her that she's beautiful, smart, pretty; I've never have those compliments. I've always been called a freak of nature, stupid, disgraceful, and, the classical, emo girl. I'm not emo; I've just always been wrapped up in my own little bubble since that day.
This is my story; the story of a girl that had never been loved, except by one boy, a man if you will, that had seen the rose underneath all the thorns.
It started out like any other day; wake up, eat breakfast, get dressed for school, go to the bus stop, get on the bus and sit and wait in my own seat, alone as usual. My eyes stared out the window; no emotion was visible on my face. My eyes were a dull shade of hazel, darker than usual of course. I had been growing my hair out, so it was past the mid-section of my back. My black hair was behind my shoulders, I acted like I heard nothing, but I heard every gossiping comment, rude statement, or anything people said while I was on that lonely bus. The bus stopped, but I kept gazing out the window.
After a few seconds, I heard a voice, male, talking to me. I looked up, seeing a boy, not much older than I was, looking down at me. I've never seen him before, he must be new, I thought.
"Can I sit by you?" he repeated, his smile was friendly enough.
I merely nodded, looking back out the window again. I felt him sit next to me; I could feel him looking at me. "There a problem?" I asked quietly, not looking over to him as I kept staring out the window.
"Um, no… You just seem a little… Sad is all." He leaned forward so he could look at my face, but I kept staring out the window.
"What more would you expect from the shunned girl?" I stated flatly, my eyes lingering over to him, my eyes still dull.
"'Shunned'?" he quoted, confused. "Why would you be shunned? You seem like a nice enough person." He smiled.
I laughed darkly, shaking my head. "You really must be new… No one's even complemented me before." My tone was quiet. "I'm the so called 'freak'." I looked back out the window. "No one's even sparred me a glance."
He looked at me confused. He opened his mouth to speak, when one of the most popular girls, her nickname behind her back was "Terrible Terry," in the school peeked her head over our seat, her evil smirk and all.
"Hey, you know you're next to the emo girl, right?" Terry asked sarcastically, I could hear her posy giggling in the other seats around us.
He looked at me, I was quiet. "I'm sorry, you must be mistaken, I don't see any emo girl, I see a girl who's misunderstood." He looked back up at her in midsentence.
I looked over at him, my mouth was wide open. Terry seems shocked as well. She just sat back in her seat, and then I realized the whole bus was staring at us, everything quiet.
I leaned over to his ear, whispering, "Thank you." I smiled weakly up at him. "What's your name?"
He whispered back to me, I could feel my cheeks heat a soft pink. "Jacob. Call me Jake." He smiled at me. I swear he looked like an angel.
"I'm Amy," I whispered back, smiling up at him.
But that was just the beginning of the events about to take place, some I never expected.