Face It
Oblivious
The girl's books slammed into her locker. She hadn't meant to put them in so harshly, but it was of no consequence. She gathered the books for her next class. Biology, great.
"Hey! Hey, you're Shepard, right?"
She looked over at a boy. She wasn't sure who he was, "That's me."
"Someone told me your a biotic."
"What do you want?" She pushed past him and continued on her merry way.
"I-uh, hey wait!"
Shepard hated people. The guys at this school were jerks. They all thought that she was some exotic commodity. Sure, she was a biotic, and those were rare on this little backwater planet, but that didn't make it okay to come and hit on her. She hated it when they did that. People were generally intolerable, but that made her want to use the biotics in a violent way...
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He hadn't stopped trying to talk to her for almost three weeks. He hadn't even said his name- not that she was giving him much time to do so- or anything about him. He'd asked rather invasive questions, to which she'd given rude remarks. She didn't understand what his problem was. If it turned out to be about her biotics, someone was going to end up hurt.
"Hey, Shepard."
"What is your problem?" Shepard demanded, suddenly rounding on her heels.
"What?"
"Why do you keep trying to talk to me? I'm obviously not the friendly type."
"Well, no but-"
"But what? Gah, leave me alone." She began to storm off in the opposite direction.
He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. Her face was angry, but the boy just couldn't take a hint. He started leaning towards her, deeply crossing the barrier of personal space. For a moment, Shepard was stunned. Her eyebrows were shot high, but she quickly got over that. The boy's nose touched hers, and her fist connected with his face.
He looked up at her from the ground, hand nursing the already blossoming bruise.
"Don't ever. Get that close to me. Again." She growled.
"You're crazy." he said.
"You were breathing my air. You don't do that to people."
"I was trying to kiss you."
Shepard's eyebrows, once again, shot up. She hadn't even considered what he was doing. She was just sure he was popping her bubble. It hadn't been comfortable in the least. It came as a shock.
"You don't even know me." She said.
"I've spent three weeks talking to you."
"I don't even- I don't even know your name!"
"Are you freakin' kidding me? We have four classes together."
"Four?"
The boy started saying something, but he was interrupted by the nurse. It was kind of funny the next few days. He had horrible bruises and his jaw had to be put back in the right place. Sure, she'd been suspended for a few days, her parent's hadn't been pleased, and she'd missed a ton of work. But people left her alone after that. It was a blessing.