If I Said I Didn't Love You

Chapter 02 PT I

Watching him walk away from me, without even glancing in my direction, made my heart wrench. I had mustered up enough courage to even ask of his name, but he only replied with that. He wasn't like everyone else. This boy, Hiro, piqued my interest. I wanted to get to know him. I wanted to be with him.

"Dara! Daraaaa!"

I spin around. One of my familiars from Junior High was approaching me. Great. That was all I needed. One of my previous "friends" as you would call them, come to annoy me. My morning was going from bad to worse, and it only took about 5 seconds for the intervals. With my elbow, I attempted to shield my face. I begin murmuring lamentations under my breath, hoping that they will run by.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

Keeping my face hidden, I nod. I don't reply to their apology, but instead keep moving to my first period class. My schedule claimed I had Environmental Science first period. Environmental Science. What a great way to start the day off. The first day of class is always the same old. You listen to the teachers talk about who they are, and what you'll be learning this year. They swarm you with form after form, wanting to obtain everything down to the last detail about your personal information. You spend an hour just reading through the paper telling what you're even filling out. It must be some kind of plot to get all of our must personal records, and use it against us.

"Welcome to Environmental Science." chimes a man in late 30's, looking quite excited to be at school this very day.

Everyone replies mechanically "Thank you". I keep my mouth shut, not thanking him for welcoming me to such a loathsome place. There, of course, is no one I'm acquainted with in this class. Everyone is looking up at me, almost waiting for me to do something stupid. I refuse to make such a mistake. I find a seat near the white board, and plop my stuff down beside me. The teacher begins to babble onward about something I could careless about, so I keep my headphones in my ears. Plus, my favorite song is playing. I'm not going to give up a moment not listen to Season's Call by Hyde if the universe allows me too. Everyone is still conversing with their friends, where as myself, I'm sitting alone. Our ever so enthusiastic science teacher passes out some papers and forms, and everyone gets down to work. As for me, I stuff them down in my backpack. My thoughts are not on this school, this paper work, or anything concerning this wretched class room. No, my mind is off somewhere in space, drifting along side the milky way. I'm thinking about him.

"I wonder what he's up too.."

"Wonder whom WHO is up to?"

Wonderful. My whispering skills were ineffective, and attracted the attention of some fellow idiot. I bite my lip and attempt to think of how to approach the situation.

1. I could bite her head off and get into an argument.

2. I could kindly tell her that I was merely talking to myself.

3. I could ignore her, until she becomes so angry, she quits looking at me.

Me, being such a saintly girl, figure number 2 is my best option. So, sucking in some air, I take out my headphones. I look at the girl, surveying her for a moment. She appeared to be one of the "cool" kids, as the world dubbed them, by her dress and her obnoxious voice. The girl awaits my response, hands on her hip.

"Oh um, I was talking to myself--"

"WOW! What a loser! You know, talking to yourself is a sign of being a little mentally unstable. By the looks of you.." She eyed my body up and down, "You don't appear to be all here. Aren't you that one girl. Sara was it?"

"It's Dara."

"Dara! What kind of name is that?!"

The next thing I know, she is cackling with laughter, along with her friends. I bite my lip harder, forcing the tears out of my eyes. Why is it that I always seem to make the worst possible choices?

"That's your opinion." I utter.

She glares at me. I feel her eyes pierce through the skin, and into my being. I'm unable to form words on my lips, so I manage to give a hick. The girl laughs at me harder, seeing my eyes begin to tear up.

"This isn't fair This isn't fair."

Before she can insult me any farther, the bell begins to ring. I gather my things as fast as I possibly could manage, and zoom out the door. Shaking my head, I try to push the thought of what just happened out of my mind. It wasn't right for what she said. It wasn't what I wanted--

"Ahh!" I cry.

My pencils were strewn about on the floor, and I race frantically to pick them up. I crawl on the floor like a dog and my face comes into impact with some kind of material. My eyes look up, but my face instantly reaches that same state of red it did before. My knight was just about me… with my face neatly imprinted on the crotch of his pants. The students begin to laugh at me, but I can't seem to hear them. My senses are deterred. As I struggle to remove my face from such a private area, he begins to speak.

"Excuse me. What are you doing?"

Oh what a voice. Although he was rebuking me, I couldn't help but melt in it. I don't even believe chocolate could be so sweet, along with hints of seduction. (Okay. Maybe he didn't have a seductive voice, but to me, it was.)

He lifts me up, and gives me a hard stare. This wasn't going to be good. I obviously wasn't making a good impression on the guy. Every time we met, it was under the most perverse accidents. Well, to me it was.

"I'm really sorry!" I sputter out.

"It's fine. Now excuse me. I really need to get going. See you later."

Once again, I watch him walk away from me. It was becoming such an unnatural feeling for me, that I couldn't contain myself. I wanted to chase after him. I wanted to follow him, and apologize more. My feet wouldn't move though. When my senses returned, all I heard was laughter.

"Looks like the little freshman is quite enthusiastic."

I snarl at the student, and walk off. I wasn't being enthusiastic. I accidentally ran into his, erm, crotch. Although I must admit, I enjoyed what I got my face into.

"Time for my next hellish class. It's not even 9:00 yet."