"What happened to your eye?" He asks, I totally forgot. There's a little bruise next to my eye from when my mom got home last night.
"Oh uhh...uhhh I-I fe-fell." I stuttered, "You fell? How'd you fall?" He asks, "Well it's none your business." I say, he smirks.
"Awww stutter girl can talk." He says, oh my gosh. I did talk without stuttering...that's the first. "Hey! No talking in my class." Mrs. Sanchez says, she glares at me and the dude. I still don't know his name.
"So-sorr-sorry." I stuttered, "I'm not sorry." The boy says, "Well, you can go to the principles office if you'd like." Mrs. Sanchez says,
"I would, I really would. But I'm new. I have no idea where the principals office is. So I'm going to need someone to take me." He says, Mrs. Sanchez sighs.
"Who would like to take this young man to the principals office?" She asks, all the girls in the class raise their hands. "Actually, can this girl take me?" He asks, pointing to me. "Sure." Mrs. Sanchez says,
"Do I-I ha-have t-to?" I stuttered, "Yes, you have to." She says, I sigh. The boy smirks at me.
I grab my things and put them in my book bag then walk out of class with him. "Now you can't ignore me stutter girl." he says, "Stutter girl?" I mumble rolling my eyes.
"Yes, because you apparently don't like to talk. Why are you so antisocial?" He asks, "I-I'm not." I say,
"Yes you are." He says, "I-I talk sometimes." I defend, "No, you stutter sometimes. Because that's all you do, stutter girl." He says, I look at the ground. Not going to lie, that hurt my feelings a little.
I don't stutter all the time. I can talk. "People probably walk all over you too. Don't they? And you let them do it. You're....defenseless." He says, I have to hold myself back from crying.
"N-no I'm not! I-I can defend myself." I say, "Stop letting people walk all over you then." He says, "How?" I ask, "I don't know. But you better find out." He says,
He starts to walk away from me. "What are you doing? I'm supposed to be taking you to the principals office." I say, "Oh, I already know where it is. I just wanted you to talk me so I could get to know you, stutter girl." He says, winking at me.
"My name isn't stutter girl." I say, "What is it than?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "It's Thalia." I say, "Okay, now I know your name stutter girl." He says,
"C-can I know your name now...?" I ask, "Nah," He says, "What?" I ask, "You can't know my name." He says, "Why not?" I ask,
"Because you might stalk me or something, that's what you girls do when you meet a hot guy. Am I right?" He asks smirking, "What makes you think that you're hot?" I ask,
"Because when I made you look at me earlier you started checking me out." He says, "Actually I was just scared." I say, which is the truth.
I never really got the chance to see what he looked like. Because I'm not used to making eye contact with someone. But now that I got the chance, he's actually pretty hot. Not going to lie.
He has dark brown hair that almost looks black. He also has beautiful blue eyes. "Mhmm...so this time you're not checking me out?" He asks, smirking.
I smile and blush. Which is weird because I never smile. Actually I've never seen myself smile before. I know that sounds weird but I just never have anything to smile about.
"Wow," He says, "What?" I ask, "You have a dimple on one of your cheeks and not the other. That's so weird." He says,
"I do?" I ask surprised, "Yeah, how do you not know that?" He asks, "I've never seen myself smile..." I say awkwardly,
"What? How?" He asks confused, "Well...I never smile." I say, "Oh," He says, frowning.
"Well I'm going to go now...since you know where the principals office is." I say, I start walking the other way towards the bathroom. "Bye, stutter girl." He says,
"Bye," I mumble, I walk to the girls restroom. I really don't want to go back to class. So I guess I'm just going to chill in here for the next 20 minutes until my next class.
It was finally time for lunch. I pack my things into my blue book bag. "Bye class," My science teacher, Mr. Bandel says.
I walk out of science. Luckily I haven't seen the boy from earlier in any of my other classes. But he could still be in the principals office. Who knows?
I go to my locker and put my books up. I usually go to the schools library for lunch. Mostly so nobody can bother me. It's the only time I really get some peace and quiet.
But I'm hungry today so I'm just going to go to the cafeteria. I walk to the cafeteria and get in line. Today they were serving fruit and a choice of either pizza or pasta.
Both of them looked gross. So I just picked the pasta because the pizza looked way worse. I hate eating school lunch. It's always disgusting. The only time I eat lunch is when I'm really hungry or if they have frys.
I start walking to a table, hopefully there's a table at the back where nobody else is. But as I'm walking I bump into someone and spill all o my food on them.
It was Tiffany. Oh dear lord, why did I choose pasta? And why did I have to bump into Tiffany out of every other person in this school?
"AHHHHH! You bitch! Watch where you're going you bitch! You clumsy mistake!" She screams, slapping me. I fall on the ground.
I heard a few people laugh but the rest were in shock. I started crying. I got up and ran to the bathroom. I locked myself in that stall for the rest of the day. I was to scared to come out.
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"What happened to your eye?" He asks, I totally forgot. There's a little bruise next to my eye from when my mom got home last night. "Oh uhh...uhhh I-I fe-fell," I stutter. "You fell? How'd you fall?" He asks. "Well it's none your business," I say...