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“I can’t believe I hit her like that, god what wrong with me. I am cursed, yep that’s the only explanation, mom and everyone else they were all right. I should have done more to help her.” I thought drearily to myself as I sat in class. “I hate this new school, already the teachers, the other kids they all hated me, all except her. I really want to tell her how I feel but I don’t think she likes me she barely ever looks at me, I think she can’t stand the sight of me. She was probably lying to me when she said she thought my eye was beautiful. But what if she wasn’t what if she really does like me?”

“Damn it!” I shouted hitting my head on the desk. “Oh shit what did I just do,” I thought looking up slowly. “Damn every ones staring, oh crap, hear comes the teacher.” I just turned my self in the chair and faced the wall, avoiding all eye contact with the class and the teacher “Maybe she’ll just forget about me, yeah that really likely to happen.”

“Damien I know you’re new so you might not be aware of this, but profanity is not allowed at this school.” I just grunted as my reply, still not bothering to look at her.

“What the fuck did she think I was a complete moron, oh well at least I didn’t get detention.” The rest of the class I just sat their thinking of her trying to figure out if she liked me or hated me, if I should ask her out or just try to convince her to be my friend. “This is so confusing, I just want to scream, damn it this sucks!”

“Finally, last period I get to see her, should I ask her now or later, fuck I just need to calm down.” I walked slowly to class taking deep breaths as I walked. I looked up towards the classroom; I could see her she was almost to the door. My feet began to lead me quickly to the door, I wasn’t even thinking about what I was doing. I got to the door a spilt second before her hand reached the knob, I opened the door quickly for her, making sure at the same time that I wouldn’t split her head open with it, again. “Hi Sora.” I said calmly even though I was slightly out of breath. I hate running, no I hate all sports in general. I can’t stand it all the guys trying to act so macho, and showing off in front of the girls its just sickening.

I looked down at her, a slight smile escaping me. She was just stunning. Her hair was short and covered most of her face, but her eyes just seemed so deep and light, that they just escaped the wall they were behind and just shone out, up to me. They seemed like you could just fit the whole universe into them. She was also pretty small. I thought it was kind of funny she only came to my chest, and when she looked up at me it was like she was watching the clouds, well she probably was why would she look at me? But then why would she be blushing?” She walked past me and to the back of the room; I followed a few steps behind her, I smelt strawberries. Was it coming from her? I sat at the desk next to her, I watched her pull out her Japanese book and then place her head on top of it like she was going to sleep, her eyes were closed she looked so clam, I just wanted to reach out and lightly touch her soft beautiful face.

I reached into my bag and pulled out my notebook and a pen. I carefully ripped the paper in half not wanting to get the teachers attention drawn to what I was doing. I began to scribble a note onto the paper. I wanted to write about how I really felt about her, about how beautiful I thought she is. But no I instead wrote, “How’s your head feeling? P.S. sorry”. Well I was thinking about that of course I was really worried about if she would hate me for it and if she had suffered some kind of brain damage. I folded the paper in half once and then placed it onto her desk when the teacher’s head was turned towards the door.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She looked up slightly confused at seeing the note on her desk. She mouthed the words “yours?” I nodded, and she opened the note. I saw her slightly cringe when she read it. “Fuck she does hate me, I knew this was a mistake.” That and a million other negative thoughts running through my head all at that same instant. She began to write quickly and handed me back the paper. I quickly opened it. Her handwriting was almost illegible in some spots but in others it was almost like calligraphy. I quickly scanned over the note. “Yeah I’m ok, its fine please don’t beat yourself up about it was an accident right”.

“Of course I would never hurt you, I’m glad that you’re felling ok.” I quickly scrawled back, and handed it off to her. She read it smiled, and mouthed the words “thank you”.

“Do you two have something you wish to share with me?” The teachers droning voice asked.

“No I was just asking about how you spell some of the words in the last chapter.” I said back sweetly, even though I really wanted to scream at her to mind her own god damn business.

“Well next time come and ask me, remember that.” She said slightly annoyed that my answer hadn’t been something that she could get me in trouble for.

“Thank you, I’ll remember it next time.” I said even more convincingly sweet, as I laid back into my chair and closed my eyes. “Are all the teachers here annoying idiots who think I’m the stupidest thing to hit this planet? Or do they just like to pick on the new kids to?” I thought bitterly

After class I waited for Sora outside the door. I saw her walk out and I lightly grabbed her arm and pulled her closer towards me. She immediately pulled away and looked petrified, when she turned her head up and saw it was me she calmed down. “Are you ok?” I asked. She was always freaking out anytime anyone ever touched her, well I guess she paranoid from all the bullying here and at home. Must be pretty bad if she this terrified of just a simple hand on her.

“Yeah its ok, please stop worrying about it, it was really an accident right?” she asked looking up at me. The look of pleading for me to understand in her eyes. Oh she thought I was talking about earlier. Again guilt overwhelmed me I know she really forgave me but I just couldn’t help this feeling.

“Ok, Ok it was an accident but I really am sorry.” She just sighed and looked back down at the ground. “But I was wondering about why you keep pulling away and look terrified anytime anyone touches you. Is it really that bad at home?” At this she looked up immediately terror, and the slight hint of tears in her eyes. “Fuck it must be really bad, worse than I had ever thought.”

“I don’t want to talk about it here.” She whispered looking down at the ground. I could tell she was resisting the tears. I wrapped my arm around her. I hated to see her like this no one should be this hurt just from their memories.

“Ok.” I said enclosing my arm a little more tightly around her. I wanted her to know I was there for her. That she was at least for the most part safe with me. I would fight till I died to keep her safe.