Nesmay left for school in hopes that her best friend Heather received her message regarding her rebellion plans from her mother. Her best friend was free-spirited, had a mind of her own ,and a mouth no one could control. She was the only person she ever trusted and the ONLY person who saw her for the real her. She was smacking her gum with a huge smile as she parked; which let her know she did in fact get the message.
“Girl I must say the new down due has you looking brand new. Now let’s get you out of that tooty good shoos outfit and into something umm what’s the word NORMAL!” . I laughed. She pulled out a bag with some faded blue Jeans, nude strappy wedges and a simple peach blouse.
” Okay Bitch you look HOT, maybe I should start running 5 miles every day haha”. I snickered.
” You should running does the body and mind good”.
” Girl you’d know I’d die, or end up eating a fatty cheeseburger after”. I chuckled.
” Listen you’ll l be fine senior year is going to be your best year yet. I’ll see you at lunch can’t be late for first period bye boo”. Heather strolled off as I made my way to my first period class.
“Move fucking idiot! You want me to pummel your ass to the locker”. I looked over as soon as the kid hit the floor. If this was going to be a new year i was going to interfere on this one.
” Get the Fuck Out of here Brock. Don’t you got something better to do?”. His wicked eyes locked with mine.
” Since when does little miss perfect have a dirty mouth”.
” Leave before I tell Jason you disrespected me”. I hated bringing Jason into the mix but everyone including Brock and me where fearful of him. And clearly Brock knew if he crossed Jason’s line he’d be the one on the ground.
” Hey sorry about him, he was out of line. What’s your name? I’m Nesmay”. I reached out to shake his hand and caught a glimpse of some nasty fresh bruises on his wrist, I was about to ask where the bruises came from however he quickly covered them from view, so I dismissed the question.
” I’m Elijah” he said in a high-strung tone as he was picking his books to prevent eye contact. I knelt beside him
” Nice to meet you Elijah” I reached for his schedule as I took his appearance in.
The dark circles below his eyes informed me he either suffered from sleep apnea, or he was just very very tired. His cardigan was clearly a hand me down from some one who was 2 sizes bigger then him, his hair was chocolate-brown with small waves that hit his pale cheeks. But…his eyes where a turquoise blue a blue you’d only see in the clearest waters of the world, eyes that made you feel protected; which was really unusual for someone who just got shoved to the floor. Unfortunately he kept them hiden behind broken rused covered glasses.
I coughed surpirsed at my own thoughts. ” It looks like you have 3rd period with me which is the last class before lunch, do you want to have lunch with me and my best friend?”.
Why was she even talking to me, he’d always admired her from afar since freshmen year and here she was speaking to him so gently. Except Her hair was down, he’d never seen it down before. Soft dark curls that cascaded down to her back and those emerald colored eyes. The same eyes that made him feel like she knew everything about him even though she didn’t; he hoped to hell she never did because he’d never drag her down his path of sadness. He wasn’t a safe place for her and either she’d get hurt in the end or he would. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from agreeing “Sure”.