~~Chapter II: Bell~~
I dressed up late with my usual blue jeans and sweat shirt. "Another day," I murmured as I got in the car. School was the worst everyday. I participated well in class, but I speak to no one. Even Jessica and Mike, when they try to tell me a joke, I did my best to stare at them without any expression in my face although the joke was quite interesting and they will look at me incredulously and will say things like, "Yeesh, just trying to cheer you up!" That was nothing for me of course, though I still wanted to have friends, I feel like they wouldn't be happy if they're spending the time with me. I would've been so hopeless. They hate me.
I arrived in school five minutes late and parked my car outside school leaving a 3 mile walk to reach the steps in school. I decided this kind of thing after semester because I wanted to be unseen or unnoticed every time I entered school. I will be like a ghost to them pretending I don't exist.
"It will be as if I'd never existed,"
The words echoing inside my head; emphasizing the phrase, 'never existed.'
Don't cry Bella, everything's going to be alright. It's going to be okay. Just breathe; my mind told me but it was too late. Tears were suddenly falling on my cheeks alarmingly fast. Sobs came, those kinds of sobs you see in children when they're left in the mall. I couldn't breathe well; my chest was occupied with all the upcoming baby sobs. My throat was busy with the lump that grew bigger and bigger by the moment, made speaking impossible.
I was awoken by a strange familiar voice.
"Bella, why are you crying?" It was Mike, he was bending his knees just to stare at my eyes with deep concern. His baby blue eyes amazed me for the very first time. He rubbed my back in strange directions like he was waiting for me to burp or something. Nevertheless, I was happy that Mike was here.
" M- M- Mike. . ." I choked out. My words are impossible to be recognized since it was rough and lumpy.
"Yes Bella, I'm here. What are you doing here? Why are you crying? Are you hurt?" Mike said his eyes burned with sincerity; his hair was gold in the sun.
"I- d-don't. . ." I was unable to finish. I couldn't help it. I reached out and placed my hand on both sides of his neck and sobbed on his shoulder. He placed his hands around my waist and hugged my gently. For the first time, I liked being hugged by Mike. It was sweet. He was warm and muscular.
"Shh. . . Bella. Everything's going to be fine, I swear. Come, I'll carry you. I'll drive you home okay?" He said. His voice was so gentle.
I couldn't speak; he carried me up into his arms, my head resting on his chest. He smelled like strawberry, probably his cologne. The weird part of it was, I sort of liked it. It has been a long time since I liked the smell of someone