My alarm clock blared, waking me up to get ready for school. I groggily got out of bed and headed into the bathroom to get ready. I looked in the mirror at my curly red hair which was really messy and dirty.
I hopped in the shower and did the rest of my morning routine. I put on a shirt and pants, grabbed my bag and headed out the door. I walked to school blasting music through my earbuds to enjoy the little bit of time I had alone in the morning.
I arrived at school and went to my locker. I noticed a few people staring at me which was unusual. Normally people don’t acknowledge me which I’m completely fine with. I’m not good at socializing with others but it would be nice to have one or maybe even a few friends.
I looked over to the group of people who were staring. A girl wearing a black shirt which seemed to a band shirt but I couldn’t make out what it said. She had dark brown hair in a braid that fell over her left shoulder and glasses. A guy next to her, tall and a decent build with curly blonde hair. He wore a grey hoodie and and black pants and had his arm around her. They were probably dating.
There was one more guy with them that caught my attention. He had short, black, hair that looked very soft. He had bright green eyes that showed imagination. He wore a light yellow, long sleeve collared shirt with a light blue, long sleeve sweater that seemed to resemble the sky. In his hand was a flower crown that had a nice pattern of one blue and purple flower, then a soft pinky-red flower that continued all the way around the green vine giving it its shape. His skin was fair and smooth without any marks, unlike my skin covered in freckles. His smile was bright and welcoming which seemed to match his green eyes well. When he noticed I was looking in their direction he turned away and looked like he was whispering something to the people next to him. Immediately my anxiety kicked in.
Was he talking bad about me? Was he gossiping about me? What was he saying and why? The question that concerned me most though, was why it bothered me so much. I get glances here and there and it doesn’t ever bother me. So why now? Why with him? It was best to forget about it and head to class, but I just couldn’t. I just couldn’t get it off my mind. Or rather, I couldn’t get him off my mind. Why did I care so much about him? Not being able to stop thinking about him concerned me, causing me to think more about it and I was sent into this spiraling of thoughts that I couldn’t even process. I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I had completely missed the bell ringing signaling it was time to switch classes.
“Nate.”
“Nate!”
“Nathan!”
I snapped out of my thoughts and jumped at the sound of my teacher yelling my name.
“Yes sir?”
“What’s up with you? You’re normally one of the first people to leave my class to avoid the crowds.” He chuckled.
“It’s nothing. Just lost in thought, I guess.” I sighed and packed up my things and headed out the door.
“Remember, you can tell me anything, Nate. My doors are always open after school.”
“I know, Mr. Beckett, thanks. I might be able to come today or tomorrow.”
“Alright. Have a good day.”
“You too.” I waved bye and headed to my next class.
Mr. Beckett is one of the nicest teachers here at school. People trust him with issues more than they trust the actual counselors. Maybe it has something to do with he doesn’t try to be professional about it. It’s almost like talking to a friend which can be easier than a professional counselor.
I go to him a lot, actually. He’s like the father I used to have. He used to work at the nursery center I would get dropped off at as a child when he was still studying in college. So He’s always been there for me when I needed it.
He doesn’t know everything, but he knows a lot of what happens at home. The only major details he doesn’t know about are the physical things. It doesn’t happen too often and when it does it’s not that bad so I don’t really see a need to tell anyone about it if I can handle it.
But how would I explain my current situation to him? This random guy I’ve never talked to before or even never noticed for that matter happened to be looking, pointing, and whispering about me and I can’t stop thinking about it. When I say it to myself it sounds even more stupid than it already is. How would he help with that?
I get to my next class, still lost in my thoughts with no sign of escaping them anytime soon. Even playing music wont get them out. I payed attention to the clock this time making sure not to miss the bell again. After the bell rang I went to put my textbook back into my locker. I arrived to my locker and taped on the door was a sticky note with a message written in green sharpie.
"Hey! I gave you my number over the weekend but you haven’t contacted me… So I decided to give it to you again in case you either lost it or just forgot! It’s on the back cuz I’m running out of room. P.S. you’re cute when you smile, try not to be too gloomy all the time! ~ Sam <3"
Great. They sent me another note. Why can’t they just forget about me? Maybe they just want to look good.
"Oh look at me! I’m talking to the person who has no friends! I’m such a role model! I’m such a good person I helped him when he was all alone sleeping outside!"
Pathetic. I took the note from my locker and compared it to the one still in my pocket. It was the same handwriting and the same number, so it’s the same person for sure. If I ignore this one maybe they’ll finally get the message and leave me alone.
I headed to the cafeteria for lunch and sat at the smallest table that not many people sit at. It’s almost like the “reject table” you see in movies or cartoons. I put my headphones in and listened to my music as I ate.
I saw some people walking over here in the corner of my eyes and casually looked over to see who else was about to sit at this table. My heart dropped when I saw the same boy and couple from this morning sit at the table where I was. I immediately lost my appetite.
Why was I so scared of him? He’s probably the least frightening person at this entire school. He had a cute and clean face and his clothes were perfectly neat and clean. Am I really even scared? It’s more of an anxious, uneasy feeling but I don’t want it to go away? My heart speeds up but it doesn’t necessarily feel bad.
Maybe it’s curiosity to know another person who is so much different from me. He wears bright colors, he’s well kept, and has friends, he looks like he wants to give you a hug, he seems to enjoy school, his green eyes seem to shine significantly brighter than my dull blue, almost gray eyes. He’s so different from me in a way I couldn’t have imagined and yet, here I am admiring how bright and happy he seems. Is it jealousy that I can’t be like him? Maybe I’m just need of a friend.
"I’m in need of friend."
Those words rung in my mind. Maybe I was being a bit stubborn before with the person sending me notes. Maybe I could try talking to this Sam kid, whoever they are. I pulled out the two pieces of paper from my pockets and stared at them, rereading them over and over again. Whatever. What have I got to lose? I unlocked my phone and added the number into my contacts and named them “Sam??.” Only because I still know nothing about this person. I decided I’ll send them a message later tonight.
After lunch I went back to my locker to get the rest of what I’d need today. I was kind of bummed when there wasn’t another note but I got over it and went to my next class.
I could barely focus for the rest of the day. I couldn’t wait to text him and find out more about this mysterious person. I was very anxious and excited to talk to them. I hoped that I’d finally get a friend out of it but at the same time, I was scared this was all some scam.
When the final bell rang dismissing the students, I went to my locker one last time to see if they had left another note and to my surprise, they did! I quickly grabbed it and walked out the doors to walk home.
On the way back, I looked at the sticky note in my hand and read what was on it.
“I know I’m probably sounding stalkerish by this point and I don’t mean to be but I have the same lunch as you and I maybe sort of saw you put my number in your phone… sorry! xD I can’t wait to receive a message :) P.S. hope your day is going great! ~ Sam <3.”
Because of you my day is going great.
To be completely honest with myself, I was certain that I wanted to Sam’s friend. Whoever this ‘Sam’ person is, I'm all for getting to know them. I just don’t want to be alone anymore.
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