Frozen

I was completely and utterly frozen at the shock that someone had sat down on my table, with me.

On our own.

The tomato and basil spaghetti I had queued up for in the line of loud, boisterous teenagers, for twenty, yes twenty, minutes, hung limply out of the left hand side of my dropped mouth.

I could almost hear the static in the air change as the whole cafeteria stared in shock, their own mouths falling to the floor, their beautifully plucked eyebrows raised in question.

Someone is sitting with her?

Is he mental?

What the actual-?

The comments bounced around the room, stifles of giggles turned into full blown laughter as the spaghetti finally fell with a resounding splash onto the grubby maroon tables.

Great.

“I-I’m sorry,” The stuttering voice brought my head whipping up. “Can I sit here?”

My mind wasn’t corresponding with what he just asked as I gaped at him, his blonde air hanging lifelessly over his eyes as he fiddled with his pale hands, his eyes downcast watching them.

“Umm-I-umm-you-” I mumbled, my mouth opening and closing like a fish in water. “Sure.” I quickly put my thumb up indicating it was okay, a small blush rising on my cheeks as his light grey eyes widened slightly.

“T-thanks.” He smiled, a slight dimple forming on his right cheek. Slowly he slithered into the seat opposite me, the table shaking slightly from his movement as he picked up his fork and started poking at his own spaghetti.

I just stared at him, taking in how the slight break in the clouds allowed the sun to leave behind a golden halo around his head, the tiny fibres of hair glistening brightly.

Innocent.

Why would he sit there?

He likes you The voice in my mind hissed in hatred.

My head snapped up, my eyes immediately straying towards the cafeteria doors where I caught site of him. The tiny smirk on his lips indicated I wasn’t going mad, he did just say that…to my mind.

See you soon, sunshine.

His laugh echoed as I watched his retreating back disappear behind the cafeteria doors.

I shuddered.

He knew how to get under my skin, it was like he found every pet hate, every annoying little nit pick, every single detail that I wanted to banish from my life. He knew everything.

Even my hate for him.

“H-hello?” Tim’s shaking voice broke through my barriers, his watchful gaze lingering on my face with a confused expression. Why was he confused?

Because you were staring at Mr Will-him, my idiotic subconscious decided to notify me.

“Nothing, I was just-” I paused, a light warmth lingering on the surface of my face; I couldn’t exactly tell him I was watching our teacher. He’d think I’d have an infatuation with him. “I was daydreaming.” I finished, looking down at my hands as I twisted the striped straw in my milkshake.

Blueberry milkshake.

Blue.

His eyes.

Stop.

“W-why are you here?” I stuttered out, the blush on my face reddening, until I was pretty sure I looked like the spaghetti sauce Tim was currently splashing around. I couldn’t understand why he would sit by me. Out of everyone in the cafeteria, even the shy ones that took up the grotty old table in the back corner just because they didn’t want to start a fight, I couldn’t understand why Tim sat here.

Opposite me.

I’m used to being nudged to the side, scuffed to the floor as some rugby player barges through the schools corridors, without even a look back and an apology. I was used to being invisible, moulding into my desk and chairs, blending into the background and being quiet, just watching, watching them.

You turning into him.

“Why wouldn’t I be in school? It’s compulsory?” Tim questioned, his light eyebrows raised in a quizzical fashion. He didn’t understand my question.

Cute.

My eye’s widened in shock.

Cute? Get a grip Rayne.

“I-I meant why are you here? At my-our school?” I stuttered out, my voice shaking with uncertainty. I watched as Tim’s eyes lightened, a clear shine brightening the light grey orbs, and the little lift of his lip indicating his amusement, at something.

“What do you mean your school?” Tim chuckled, his little dimples becoming a prominent feature on his face. The light blush that had been residing under my cheeks erupted as I quickly looked away from his sparkling eyes.

“I didn’t mean that, it’s just,” I stopped, how can I explain that I’m just not normal? “I don’t speak to anyone else. It’s like I’m alone in this school.” I finished before quickly scooping up my can of juice and snapping open the top, the sound breaking the awful silence between us. Tim cocked his left brow and lifted his hands up cupping his chin.

“I don’t think that you are alone, not really. I mean, look around,” He gestured to the cramped cafeteria, his eyes sweeping over every table, “There is about a thousand people in here, I’m sure some of them would like to talk to you.” I over exaggerated, his eyes quickly reverting back to mine, his gaze smouldering.

“You don’t know them, they hate me.” I sighed. “Hell, they don’t even know me yet the still glare, look.” I lifted my hands and pointed to the table closest the food, my eyes straying towards where Stacey and her minions sat giggling and laughing, their eyes locking on mine.

“Well, they’ve got to have some reason,” Tim shrugged, “teenagers aren’t that irrational.” The slight fall of his eye’s seemed to indicate that he disagreed with his own comments. Had something happened? Sighing, I tried to find a way to tell him that these teenagers were mean and, well, bitchy.

“They’re different, they grew up in those households were they have everything.” I scoffed, my eyes gluing to the sparkly gold bracelets on Stacey’s wrist. “Ever since primary school they turned into this, it’s sick.” I gestured around, stopping on the hair gelled boys and the caked on makeup of each and every girl.

“What made you so different?” He asked, the sound of clanging as he dropped his knife and fork onto his finished plate, echoed as he lifted his eyes directly into mine. My eyes couldn’t sway from his, the grey sparkling as he lifted a small smile on his lips in encouragement.

“Y-you wouldn’t understand.” I stuttered out, trying to break free from his gaze. If he knew that some freaky guy, who so happens to appear to only torture me, drown my dog, almost drown me, and then only recently slammed me against a wall, he would send me to the crazy house. Drowning seems to be a recurring thing for me. “Can we change the subject?” I pleaded, finally breaking my eyes away from his grey orbs.

“Sure,” He sighed, ringing his hands together, “What do you want to talk about?” He asked. What did I want to talk about? My life? No. My family? No. Him? No.

“Why did you move here? What brought to Firview high?” I questioned whilst playing with my empty plate, running my hand over the rim, my eyes trailing the fingers as they scraped against the cool material.

“Nothing important really,” Tim continued, “This school was just closer to our new house.” He sent me a sad smile, before abruptly standing up and gripping his lunch tray. I scrambled up after him, quickly whipping up my own plate and scurrying after him as he walked to the bin.

“You moved? Why?” I asked as I watched him dump the remains of the pasta sauce into the stinking bin, I’m pretty sure flies were buzzing in there. He stepped sideways allowing me to move past him, dumping the reaming spaghetti in the blue plastic. I turned back just in time to see him shrug.

“My father got a promotion,” He quickly spoke up, “he was transferred here so we just found a house close to everything.” He smile, “This place is twice as big as my old one.” He laughed before opening the cafeteria doors floor me. I nodded thanks, before my squeaking shoes hit the vinyl corridor floors.

“So you like it?” I chirped, slowing down until he walked to my side, his shoulder lightly brushing mine.

Thump, thump, thump.

My heart sped up as I willed the underlying blush to not erupt before turning to face him. The slight sign of a dimple littered his cheek. My grin widened. Tim turned to me, his eyes quickly connecting with my blue ones.

“It’s nice and spacious, my parents seem really happy about it.” He sent a quick smile to me before veering right into the empty classroom. Sighing I followed after him, I hated English. Looking up I watched as he took a seat next to the one I usually occupy. Smirking I walked towards him before dumping my back and sliding into my own seat.

“What about?” I asked.” Are you happy?” I tilted my head sideways resting it on my closed fist. Tim’s eyes flowed to the front watching the bustling teenagers enter the classroom before the lunch bell rang.

“Yeah, I’m happy.” He turned back and smiled at me before the ringing sound of the metal bell rang out, cutting him off. Turning my body to the front I watched as all the students bombed into their seats quickly scurrying to get all their books on their desk. “I still need to tour London though.” Tim whispered over to me. I jumped at his voice.

“I-I can show you around.” I smiled turning back to him, before picking up my pen and scribbling my number onto a piece of stray paper before passing it over to him.

“R-really? So you’ll show me around?” Tim stuttered next to me, his pale cheeks once again flushing to a light pink as his eyes fluttered from my eyes to anywhere in the room.

“Sure.” I smiled, before turning my head to the bald headed teacher as he stormed into the room.

“Page three, all of the questions!” He thundered. Student’s heads snapped to their books, and that was how mine remained the rest of the day.

Not once did I think of what the consequences of agreeing to a simple tour would do.

To me.

And to Tim.

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