The Boy Who Didn't Talk

5

At 04:52 pm, May stepped into the familiar room of the community hall. She didn't want to be there, but she didn't want to have another argument with her father either, so that was why she was still going to support group and still went to Dr. Walker every Wednesday.
May looked around and she found Nate sitting on one of the chairs. The brunette boy looked back. He watched her walking towards him. He immediately knew that May was nothing but a fragile structure held together by a fake smile. Something was still wrong, but she tried to hide it.
The green-eyed girl took the seat right next to him, she glanced at him as she handed over the note she had written for him a few nights ago. Nate gave her a nod and May forced her lips to form into a smile. The boy unfolded the paper and read what it said.

Of course! Who doesn't know Blink182, duh? What's your favorite song by them?
Well, I'm not what one could call a straight-A student, you know.
Support group sucks, what else is there to say about it? By the way, why are you even going? Do you parents force you?
May

"That's everyone for today, let's start then," Mr. Evens said, asking everyone to take a seat. Nate folded the paper and put it into his trouser pocket and Chris closed the door before he sat down himself.
"Where's Sharon?" Jamie questioned and everyone in the circle looked around, noticing that the blonde girl was missing.
"So the walking skeleton finally managed to starve herself to death," Brian barged in. An indignant murmur went through the circle instantly.
"Don't talk about her like that, you fucking prick!" the girl with the auburn brown hair shouted at the man with the thin lips and crinkly, blue eyes.
"What did you say?"
"I said 'don't talk about her like that. You. Fucking. Prick.'"
"You little bitch, I swear..."
"Jamie! Brian!" Mr. Evens intervened loudly. He then paused a second, to calm his voice. "We don't talk like that to each other... Why don't we tell each other about our progress or latest happenings?" The blue eyes looked around the group, waiting for hands to be lifted.
"I will start!" Dylan said.
"Wait, you didn't tell us what's wrong with Sharon," Jamie stated and Chris nodded slowly.
"Sharon is sick. It's nothing serious, just an ordinary cold. That's it." The girl with the chrysolite eyes thanked him with a nod.
"Alright, Dylan?" Mr. Evens said and the boy with the brown eyes began to speak.

By the time it was May's turn to tell the group about her week, she had completely zoned out once again. It took Chris a while to get her to look at him. When her green eyes finally met his blue ones, he repeated his question. "How was your week, May?"
The girl shrugged her shoulders and her wavy brown hair swayed slightly.
"You don't feel like talking today, do you?"
"Right. I don't," May managed to get out of her dry throat.
The blue-eyed man nodded acknowledging and went on without bugging her about it.

Once the session was over, May said goodbye to Nate and left the room. She went down the corridor and stepped out of the building soon after. By the time May was about to cross the second street on her way home, the feeling of a soft tapping on her shoulder made her cringe. She turned around immediately, staring at the brown-haired boy she had sat next to for the last one and a half hours.
Can I accompany you? May shrugged her shoulders before she started to walk again. Nate followed her and the two of them walked side by side. He thought, this walk is even quieter than the one last week.
A gloomy silence spread out from the girl next to him and he wanted to change that. He pulled his cell phone out of his trouser pocket and began to type something into it. When he finished he gently poked the arm of the girl to his left.
"What?" she snapped quietly. She stared at the rectangular bright screen in front of her. Do you wanna go to the park?
"No."
Why not?
"Because."
C'mon. Just for a little while?
"You don't have to waste your time on me, you know," she replied plainly before she continued to walk.
After a few seconds, he held his cell phone right in front of her face one more time, which caused her to stop again.
"Tchah." A sound of annoyance escaped from between her lips before she gave him a look. Then she grabbed the phone and read what it said. But I would like to go to the park with you.
The girl with the wavy brown hair glanced up at him, her face in a frown. Nate's right eyebrow lifted upwards and his lips formed into a faint but still friendly smile. May couldn't help but return a feeble one. This was the first time that she had actually seen this boy smile.
"Fine," she finally agreed. "Let's go to the park." Her mood was slightly lifted and Nate was glad to see that his plan was working.