I am nobody. No one ever sees me. They don't take the time to talk to me, not even a hello. I was fine with that, until he noticed me. How was it that he had seen me? The star football player, the guy that sleeps with other guys moms. He had to go and notice me.
It was Tuesday after school, and I happened to be in the auditorium, waiting for my father to pick me up. I come in here a lot, to sit and play the piano, when I know I am all alone. It helps me to relax, and passes away the time, from after school, until my ride gets here. I started to play a few chords of the song Luck, By Jason Mraz, featuring Colbie Caillait. I sang the boy part anyways, even though I am clearly a girl. I transitioned into the girl part, and was about to start the chorus, when I heard someone stand up, and make a move towards me.
I looked up to see a boy with a mohawk in a football jacket. I didn't stay, I was too frightened. I bolted away from the piano, and ran out of the auditorium. I heard footsteps behind me, but I just kept going. It seemed there was no end in sight, until I saw the door to the girls bathroom. I was two steps away, and I knew I could make it. There was no way this guy was going to come into the girls bathroom. There I was at the door. I wrenched it open, and ran to the first available stall. I didn't hear the door open, but I waited a few minutes anyways. Then I stepped out of the bathroom. I thought that was in the clear, but boy was I wrong.
"Don't run. I want to talk to you." He said.
"Why shouldn't I?" I asked, crossing my arms across my chest.
"What's your name?" He asked me.
There wasn't a hostile tone to his voice, but I was still cautious. I had had problems with the football players in the past, and he was obviously on the team.
"Why do you want to know?" I asked, being difficult.
He squared himself up, to make himself appear taller, and more menacing. Like that was really going to get me to open up, and tell him my name.
"I tend to make it a point to know the name of the person that I am talking to. Are you always this difficult?" He asked.
Looking up into his eyes, I could see he didn't mean me any harm. I didn't see why I couldn't just tell him my name.
"My name is Lexa. And yes, I am always this difficult. What's your name?" I asked, seeing as how he knew mine. And I truly didn't know his name. I chose not to get too involved with school cliques and such, even though I was considered an outsider. He puffed out his chest, and had an incredulous look on his face.
"Wait… You mean you don't know who I am?" He asked.
"Are you always this pompous?" I asked, raising one of my eyebrows.
"Puck, and I don't know what pompous means, but if it means that I am full of myself, then yes, I am always like this." He said.
"Puck?! Your name is Puck?" I asked, stifling my laughter.
His chest deflated a little, and he got a defensive look on his face.
"Yeah. You have a problem with that?" He asked.
"I just think it's an odd name." I replied.
"Well it's my name, so get used to it." He said, gruffly.
I looked at the clock, and realized I was late. My dad was probably sitting in the parking lot, and would be getting annoyed that I was late. I looked back up to his brown eyes, and then I immediately looked away.
"I'm late. I have to go." I said, and with that I moved away from him.
I was just about to reach the door to the outside of school, when I heard him call to me. I turned and saw him wave, and shook my head.
"I'll see you later Luscious Lexa." He said.
I was quiet all the way home. My dad was fine with that. Since mom left, that's all that we ever seemed to do, was be quiet. Dad never showed an interest in my life, and I never showed an interest in his. Maybe that was because I reminded him of my mother too much. But I never really paid attention to my appearance, because no one had noticed me. It didn't take long to get home, and I bolted out of the door. I got into the house quickly, and went right upstairs to my room. Inside all I could think about was Puck, which was still a weird name to me. But he had heard me. The ball was in his court. He could do one of two things. Choose to bury my talent, or he could choose to acknowledge my talent. I preferred the first.