The window was dirt caked, just barely clean enough to take a glance out the window, almost straining my eyes in the process. Or, instead of glancing you could just stare. And that's what I did, I stared out the disgusting window, my forehead nearly glued to the thing. I was on the bus, on my way to Hell. Okay so it's not really Hell, but school sounds too nice for where I'm going. Sure to some people school is an outlet, a chance to humiliate people and take them for all they're worth. Cut them down, and screw with their emotions till their self esteem is so low it's hard for them to say a word, let alone have a conversation. That's where I'm at. I have maybe 1, 2 friends, and that's it. Only they have the self-confidence to do something with their life, unlike me. No, I'm the shy little red head who spends most of her Saturday nights reading, instead of at parties like her friends. Who spends most of her time in a library her nose in a book, instead of spending a study hall flirting or passing notes about the upcoming party that Saturday. That's me, like me? I'm not surprised if you don't. It's not all my fault, but I've come to terms with it. I was so very lost in my day dreams about vampires, that I stumbled. On my behalf I didn't fall, I only stumbled. It was still as bad as falling, I dropped my books. All of them. I heard bursts of laughter, everywhere. It felt as though I was under a microscope, and people were just waiting for me to mess up so they could laugh. The heat rose to my face and neck, instantly. Someone was walking in my direction, oh crap. And it was a guy, double oh crap. I'm not good around guys, and as far as I'm concerned guys don't want near me. He knelt down, right beside me where I was frantically trying to gather my books. "You dropped these I see," The boy said, picking up my Stephen King book. Great now he'll think I'm some sort of nut case for reading these kinds of books. I don't try to be "emo". And I'm not, I just read creepy books is all. I couldn't care about labels in the least, we're all people right? So why do we need to be labeled? We don't. "Ye-yeah. I di-did," I stumbled on my words. "Daloris Clairborne I didn't know you read Stephen King." "I normally don't, but I de-decided to tr-try this on-one," I'm such a fool. "Oh, well I read his work all the time. This one is amazing. I didn't quite catch your name," He smiled. "I'm Mel-Melody. And what's yo-yours?" I go to a big school, and being as shy as I am, I barely know anyone of the human variety. "Seth," We had started walking to the front doors. I was still in shock from having him actually talk to me, let alone walk me into the building. " The Silence of the Lambs I read that too. How far are you in it?" Seth's pretty cute, if I do say so myself. Pretty hazel colored eyes, jet black hair, and a snake bite on his bottom lip, left side. I'm amazed he would even want to talk to someone of my kind. Pale skin, red hair, blue eyes. I look normal, I'm not normal, but I look it. He looks like the kind who would want to be with a girl with his hair, dark eyeliner maybe a nose ring or something. But I hate labels so I won't get into that. "Ah, well I hope you enjoy it. What do you have first hour?" "St-study hall in the li-library." "I've got Geometry 2 first hour, first building. Then Biology, secound building" I guess he didn't know many people either, or he wouldn't be explaining his schedule to me. He just laughed it off, "I guess I'll see you there too. What hour do you have lunch?" "5th," I said, returning to my little old shy self. "Me too, we can compare schedules there, if you want," I could see a small tint of color rise to his face. "Ye-yeah. Su-sure. I'd like th-that." The rest of the walk was in silence. Our school building is not huge, but it is fairly large. Two levels in one building, across the grass and down the side walk plants another building. This one is not so large, only one level, but it's where the school gym and pool is, plus the cafeteria. Across a street is the last building, this one is small. One level, holds a few classrooms, and the library. My little safe haven. Me and Seth had made it to the first building, where in due time, we would part ways. "Well, I guess I'll see you next hour Melody. I'm glad I met you," He grinned, showing sparkly white teeth. "Ye-yeah, me too," I lightly smiled before taking myself and my books across the street and into the library. I walked into the building, feeling the light breeze of the air-conditioning, even though it was only early April. I shivered, wishing I'd brought my jacket I kept in my locker in the first building. Maybe the library would be warmer. The door to the library was ajar, and a sudden blast of warm air hit my face. I didn't feel so cold, and it wasn't because of the warm air. It was this fuzzy feeling, deep down inside myself. The kind of feeling I got when I was walking with Seth. The teacher nodded as I walked in the door to go sit in a bean bag chair. Yes, I'm in high school. And yes, I'm in the tenth grade, but I find no reason I can't sit in a bean bag chair and read for 42 minutes. And I'm not the only one who does it, many seniors still do it, since it's a tradition here at Michigan High. The late bell rung and finally . . . I had my time. I looked down at the books sitting on the floor next to me, and I noticed. My Stephen King and Thomas Harris books weren't there. Seth must've taken them with him.....damn him! Sigh. Might as well read the other book I have, I've already read it 4 times, but eh it's still an awesome book. I picked the book up and began skimming through it to find a part I liked, having read the book 4 times had its perks. The bell rung for us to all go to our next classes; I shook my head as the fantasies about vampires escaped, only to return later when my mind decided to wander. I walked off in the direction of the second building for biology....when it hit me. Well not it per say, it was more of a him. Seth him. "H-hey Seth. Go-going somewhere," I tried to act as non-chalant as possible, but I didn't do very well. "Yes I am, I came to return your books, I took them by accident. Sorry," He smiled at me again. "Th-that's okay. Re-ready to go to Biology?" "Yup," And that was it, no more conversation. The Biology lab was the second room, on the second floor, in the second building. Odd? Yeah, not really. Mr. Mayor, Phil Mayor, was a man roughly in his early 40's with a come over so bad, it'd make you want to get hair plugs, just incase your own hair was falling out. He was a good teacher, fairly strict, but a great educator. Seth and I walked in the door, taking seats next to each other in the back of the room. "Today class we will be discussing one celled micro-organisms, Amebas for starts. Everyone find a lab partner and I'll be around to disperse slides and microscopes," Mr. Mayor couldn't have picked a better day for lab partners. "Wa-wanna be par-partners," I asked Seth, who was already nodding his head in approval. Mr. Mayor gave a slide and a microscope to Seth and I. "You first, madame," He said, with his best French accent, it made me giggle.....and blush. I glanced into the microscope to see a wriggling little Ameba, it had so many leg type things, a jelly-like substance making up its body...I blacked out after that. "Melody, Melody? Are you okay?" I awoke to see Seth right above my face, his face so close it was hard not to touch him. I managed not too. "Huh?" Wow, I'm intelligent. "You passed out. How does your head feel?" "My head," my head was throbbing, my legs felt like Jell-o, and everything else felt fairly numb, the feeling in my hands was coming back though. "It doesn't hurt much," I'm such a good liar. Seth touched the back of my head where I had hit it off the floor. I winced in terrible pain. "You little liar," Seth exclaimed, mock shock, "I'll take you to the nurse's office." "Good idea Mr. Cinder, class back to your seats" Mr. Mayor didn't look good, maybe he should go to the nurse. I stumbled to my feet, with the help of Seth, but stumbled right back down. Guess I cracked my head harder than I thought. "He-llo," He split the word into two syllables, "How will I get to the nurse if I can't walk? Maybe I should just stay here-" "No, you're going, even if I have to carry you," Seth smirked. "Now I'm scared. I'm fine Seth really, I don't nEED-" Seth had swung me up and into his arms. "Put. Me. Down," I growled, he only smirked and shook his head. I crossed my arms, and waited the ride out. We were half way to the nurses office, and it didn't help that her room was in the third building either. Why is this so bad? Well lemme think, first off we'd have to go all the way across the school lot, and second I don't like being seen as weak. Seth was walking down the sidewalk, me in tow. "Okay, can I at least try to walk?" "Maybe, if you play nice," Damn him! "Well how do I play nice?" "You'll see..." and his voice trailed off, crap I'm really scared now! "I've got something," He announced. "Shoot, I'll try anything to be able to walk by myself again." "Kiss me," He smiled. Was he fricken serious? "What the Hell?!" "You said anything." "Yes, I did. But...I don't know!" "Fine, but I guess you'll never walk until we get to the nurses." I sighed, why did he have to say that. Sure I wouldn't mind, and sure I probably could do it without hesitation, but...oh I don’t know what to do now. Why all of a sudden does he take an interest in me? I really don't understand anything, I think the world's gone crazy! Yup, that's it. Or maybe...I'm the one who's gone crazy. That idea seems a little more plausible. Or maybe it was a dare! That's it, I'm sticking to that one. It was a dare from his friends, he doesn't really want to do this. I should've known, it's all a scam, a trick on the shy girl. This isn't fair, couldn't they just leave me alone? I teared up. Anger, frustration, confusion, despair, hurt. I felt all of these things in one sudden burst. "What hurts, Melody? Why the tears," Seth had interrupted my thought fest. I wish he would die. "Nothing, put me down. Now!" "No, not until you kiss me," Why is he still putting up with this charade? "I know what this all is. This is some trick, some dare. Sure pick on the little shy girl, couldn't you all just leave me the Hell alone? Seriously, I don't get it. And there's no other reasonable explanation, so put me down," I kicked my legs, which the strength of had returned. My head was still throbbing though. "I...I don't get it. This...isn't...a trick. What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about you and your friends trying to let me believe for just one second that you actually liked me! Then after everything is done you'll laugh at me and how much of an ass I was! So put me down!" He didn't let go! Why wouldn't he let go!? "Put. Me. The. Fuck. Down. NOW!" Of course he didn't let go. He walked me into the building and into the nurse's office, where he set me down on the paper covered bed. The nurse so happened to walk in, I had the ugliest look on my face. Could you blame me? "Oh dear! What happened?" "She fainted in Biology, and cracked her head off the floor," Seth put on such a nice smile, damn him! "Oh my, well let me take a look." The nurse looked at the back of my head, I winced and Seth held my hand, no matter how many times I nearly cut off the circulation in it completely. He could let go now! "Well you have a fairly large bruise and a very, very, very slight fracture. Not big enough for the hospital, I nearly missed it. The bruise should heal in a few days, while the fracture will take a few weeks to heal. I'll go call Mr. Mayor and tell him you'll stay here for a while longer, as get you a few ice packs. You can go back to class now Mr. Cinder." Seth shook his head no, "I still have a few things I need to talk about with Melody, ma'am. If you don't mind, I think I'll stay here for a little while. Thank you." "Uh, sure hun. Take your time. I'll be in the office across the walk, if you need anything call." She gave a quick grin and left. I knew I should've faked fainting again, maybe she would’ve stayed then.
The transportation vehicle stopped in front of the building, my head hit the window with a loud "thunk". I heard numerous whispers, some where giggles and some where just pity conversations. About how sorry they were for me. If I had the confidence I'd actually tell them I didn't need their pity, but I wouldn't. I couldn't. The side walk was pathetically cracked, and it took all of my ability not to trip and do a full on face plant into the concrete, that would surely cause an uproar.
I was carrying numerous books, most were pretty thick. An occasional medium sized one found it's way in there by demand, not interest. Stupid math book. Math sucks, I am fairly good at it, but it still sucks. My other books are much better. The few I decided to bring with me today were piled on top of the math book, just sitting there waiting to be finished. Well except for the first one, "Daloris Clairborne" by Stephen King, I hadn't started that one yet. But don't worry little book, you'll be started in study hall today. Another was "The Silence of the Lambs" by Thomas Harris. I'm only part way done with that one, although it is quite interesting so far. A bit messed up, but awesome none the less. These were a break from the vampire books I were reading last week. Sigh. Those beautiful vampires, why can't they be real?
"N-not very f-far. I l-like it though," I was still so very shaky.
"I have Biology 2nd hour, second building too," I exclaimed, a little too happy. I flushed, deep scarlet color staining my face like blood.
"You sent her away, now talk before I bite your hand off."
He sighed, "This isn't a trick, Melody. I swear on my fricken life, it's not. I'm not aloud to like a girl am I? Well I guess not you, or you wouldv'e kissed me before hand. I'm sorry if you still think I'm playing some kind of sick joke on you, and I'm not. But can you try and believe me?" He looked up at me with pain filled eyes, and tear stricken cheeks. I'd never seen a guy cry before.
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"If you can't believe me now, when I've got tears in my eyes, how will you believe me later?"
I felt bad, enormously bad. I felt as though someone had put a large paper weight on my chest, and kept adding weight to it. I felt constricted.
"Come...sit up here," I patted the spot right next to me, he blinked. But jumped up and snuck his arm around my waste.
"Woah there boy, keep all hands to yourself when on this ride." He took it away, but grabbed my hand instead. That was a little better. He started playing my finger tips, and snaking little kisses up and down my hand. Kissing every little crease, every little piece. I giggled, never was I used to this kind of affection.
"So," He started.
"So?"
"So, can I put my arm back? Pwease?" Aw! That little puppy dog look was unbearable.
"Sure."
"Score!" I giggled again.
I felt his arms tug me closer, and only one little 'eep' escaped my lips, just one. I am so powerful! He laughed. I twisted my body, so only my torse was facing him, and that my feet stayed forward. Pulling his arms away, I just slightly grabbed his wrists, just so I wouldn't be constricted when I would try to kiss him. He gasped, I let go.
"What did I do?"
"N-nothing, it's fine." He looked pained.
I gently caressed the sleeve of his arms where his wrist should be. Looking up, I begged him to let pull the sleeve up. He only nodded, as just one single tear fell and landed on my hand. I, very gently, tugged it up, and noticed the most horrific thing I'd seen in a long time. Little red marks made their way up his fore arm. And deeper slits were near his hand. I started to cry, like the emotional girl I am.
I put his hand to my face, kissing his palm. He attempted to take it away, I pulled it back.
"No. Leave it here, I'm not done." I snaked my lips up and down his arm, from his elbow back down to his finger tips. Trailing tiny, little kisses where I found it necessary. I heard him sigh. My tears streaked his arm.
"Why," I murmured against his palm.
"Because life sucks. Life sucks, and it hurts. And I actually feel alive when I bleed, it gives me feeling."
"Please don't do it anymore."
"I can't just 'stop' Melody, I'm sorry. It'll take time. But I'll try...for you." He grinned, our eyes sparkled with tears.
"Okay, please try hard. I don't want you hurting anymore. Because when you hurt, I hurt."
He laughed, "What?" I asked.
"I never had anyone tell me they actually cared, it's a nice change."
"Well, I do care...a lot."
I let go of his hand, momentarily, and put both of them on either of his cheeks. "Love you." I whispered, before pressing my lips to his. "Finally." He murmured, wrapping his arms around my waste. Mine left his face and rested on his chest.
I pulled away, slightly dizzy, and took his hands back into mine. "Love me back?" I asked grinning at his finger tips before kissing them. "Most definitely." He kissed my forehead, I kissed his. He kissed my palm, I kissed his. He kissed my cheek, same deal. He kissed my lips, I kissed back.
The door creaked open, and in walked the nurse. "Oh my!" She exclaimed, dropping the few icepacks she had. I blushed, damn we'd been caught. Seth picked an icepack up, handed to me. "Thanks Mrs. Morgan. See you later." He grabbed my hand, and for dear life's sake we ran. ^.^
~He picked me out of the corner~ An Emo Boy One-Shot!
I probably should've written another chapter to me story, but I needed to write this one! It was like burned in my brain and such. I most likely won't have any other new chapters up for...sigh. This sucks, but like 3 weeks. Why? 3 words. Vacation, Banp Camp. I've got vacation on week, and the 2 weeks after that s Banp Camp! So deal with it, and enjoy this until another chapter insures it's way up here. Also I'm reading these books in here, The 2 books are effed up, to say the least.Did you like this story? Make one of your own!
