"Well, maybe if you had known self defense, this wouldn't have happened again." I rolled my eyes and gritted my teeth to refrain from yelling. My father had kept trying to get me into fighting and self defense, so I could 'be like every other real man.' Yeah, as if. I'm about as strong as a boiled spaghetti noodle. I had lost a lot of weight in the past 2 years, but I was still left with absolutely zero strength and an dissatisfactory round face. My mother said it was cute, but I mean, come on. My mother thinks everything is cute. "Dad, for the last time, I don't want to get into more fights. It's just a few bruises." I sighed. "Fine. Go to school." And with that, I fled from the house.
I entered the school with three things: a Starbucks coffee, a cut on my lip, and a throbbing headache. I wanted to go to my locker, but I was a little nervous (for obvious reasons) that grabbing a few things would cost a not-so-fun trip to the hospital. I didn't realize I was just standing in front of the locker bays, thinking. I looked up, and noticed Frank staring at me. His gaze met mine, and my eyes widened. He began to walk towards me, so I just rushed straight to my class. I sat in my seat with relief, gasping for air. The bell rang seconds later, so I tried to pay attention in class. Hence the 'tried.' I pulled out my sketchbook about five minutes into class and began to edit an old drawing that I still wasn't satisfied with. It was of that kid, Frank.
It's not like I felt anything for him, he's a complete jerk. Frank's just so... aesthetically pleasing, I could say. In fact, I had many drawings of him; I found it difficult to resist the temptation to draw the intricate design of his flawless face.
Ugh, I sound like a 10 year old girl fangirling over Harry Styles. The bell rang, so I rushed out of class once again. While doing so, I realized that I never really did anything new in my life. It was like I was running on the same, crappy routine daily.
I must've been too deep in thought, because I felt myself hit the ground and my schoolwork went everywhere. Kellin had tripped me, and he and all of his friends were dying of laughter. Except for Frank. He just kind of stared for a minute before gathering my papers and offering to help me up. I just laid there idiotically, my eyes wide and mouth agape. His "friends" seemed just as shocked. I shook it off, took his ink-covered hand, and pulled me up with his surprising amount of strength. "Th-thanks…" I stuttered, trying not to sound like I had some mental or speech disorder. He just smiled crookedly, handed me my papers, and nodded. "Sure, no problem." And with that, he spun on his heel and left.
-Lunch-
"I don't know. He didn't seem mean about it, he seemed genuinely nice." I tried to explain to my friend, Vic, who was shoveling potato chips in his mouth as fast as humanly possible. "I dunno, man. I don't know a whole lot about this kind of thing. Now go get some lunch, you need to eat today." I groaned and got up from the table. I don't eat a ton, because I'm trying to watch my weight still. Everyone says that I'm really skinny, but I disagree. Vic told me it was extremely unhealthy to eat as much as I do and could get me hospitalized, so he helped me "get better," one lunch at a time. I grabbed a tray and immediately got a Pepsi. I also got soup, a pack of apple slices, (Yes, they clash badly. I found out later.) and walked up to the cashier. Once I paid, I began to head back to my seat but was interrupted by someone walking past me and bumping into my shoulder, causing my Pepsi to fall off of my tray. The person who bumped into me caught it before it hit the ground and handed it to me. It was, of course, who I expected. What the hell, Frank, why are you so perfect? Wait, did I actually think that? Shut up. "Thank y-you, sorry for bumping into you." I mumbled and walked away quickly. When I sat down, Vic was looking at me weird. "What? Why are you acting weird?" I said with a slight smile. "First of all, your face is super red. Second of all, Frank just helped you." He turned and looked across the room for a second. "And right now he's kinda staring at you like you're a slice of cake." I looked as well, and Vic was right. Frank's gaze met mine once again, and I felt my face heat up, so I looked down at my lunch tray and began to eat.