"A real man can't stand seeing his woman hurt. He's careful with his decision and actions, so he never has to be responsible for her pain."-anonymous
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The gentle chirping sound of the alarm woke Lavender up from her peaceful sleep. Shifting under the covers of her bed, blinking her eyes to adjust to the shimmering morning light peeping through the window, she turns to see the time on her night stand. It was 6:30 am, and she was ready to get out of bed.
Adjusting her silky pajama gown, she got up to take a shower and get ready for her first day of school. She had been home schooled for the past seven years because of her parents business work, which required traveling around the world. But this year she wanted to experience the last year of high school in her hometown in, Pennsylvania.
Cassidy, her mother was not keen on leaving her daughter alone for a whole year with only a nanny. Yes a nanny, even though Lavender was almost seventeen years old.
Lavenders parents have always treated her like a child and kept her away from people of her own age, claiming that they'll be a "bad influence" to her beautiful yet, innocent nature. Hence her lack of confidence and social skills. The girl has always been a shy introvert. So, going to her first ever high school was nerve racking not only for her but, her parents as well.
Getting her parents to agree, was a huge mission which involved a lot of begging, crying, and puppy eyes. You can only imagine the happiness shining through her eyes when her parents finally agreed.
So here she is coming out of the shower and putting on the clothes laid out by her the night before. She wanted to make an impression on her first day in hopes of getting friends. So, she chose a bright yellow wrap dress that goes till her mid-thigh, white sneakers and her delicate rose-gold locket her parents gifted her on her flight to Pennsylvania. You best believed she cried the whole way back, and the two weeks she had been home, knowing she'll miss them dearly.
She applied a small amount of makeup, perfume and kept her hair as it is. When she was done getting ready, she went downstairs and was greeted by her nanny, Martha.
"Good morning Lavender, did you sleep well?" Martha was an old soul that reminded Lavender so much of her grandmother. She was always there for Lavender whenever her parents weren't around and have always given Lavender the best advices in life.
"I slept very well, thank you. What about you?" Lavender replied in the softest and most polite voice you can imagine.
"I slept well too dear, I made you your favorite waffles for breakfast."
Blush coated on Lavender's cheeks for the effort Martha put into for her favorite meal. "Thank you Martha, but you didn't have to go through that trouble." She said softly portraying her gratitude.
Martha knew Lavender was very grateful from the way she was eyeing the waffles on the table. She knew that she would've been happy with a granola bar from the pantry. Even though she worked for Lavender for years, she was still amazed by her politeness.
"I know dear but anything for you, now hurry up before you're late to school."
The girl nodded and went straight to eating her delicious meal. When she was done, Martha dropped her off to school since lavender does not know how to drive.
Upon entering the school gate she rushed towards the entrance, wanting to escape from the curious gaze of her peers. Maybe wearing a bright yellow dress wasn't the best option.
Since lavender had already been given a tour of the school, she knew where all of her classes were and went straight to her first period, history.
Walking into the empty class and choosing a seat in the middle, she sat and waited for the other students to fill in the empty seats. After waiting for twenty minutes in her own thoughts, she realized the class was already filled with students, not long after, the teacher came in.
She began attracting the heated stares from some of her classmates as the teacher, Mr. Rodriguez asked her to introduce herself to the class. "Come on girl don't be shy." He encourages.
"My n-name is Ll-lave-ender, I ca-came back to Pennsyl-Pennsylvania from A-Australia." She stutters, looking down flushed.
"Thank you Lavender." Said the teacher and carried on with his introductory explanation for the up coming semester.
The day went on with the same routine, being introduced as the new girl and all lavender wanted to do was sit at the corner and cry. No one has tried to talk to her, thinking that she's abnormal because she struggles in forming a sentence without stuttering.
The only attention she was getting was from the immature guys, trying to flirt or seduce her innocent beauty.
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This continued on for days. It was now Thursday, still no one has even tried to be-friend lavender. She had tried to introduce herself to the girls in her class, but they just walked or turned their heads away.
When the fourth bell rang signaling lunch time, lavender knew she couldn't walk into the cafeteria with hundreds of students knowing; none who is genuinely interested in becoming her friend. So she went to the bathroom in hopes of staying there till the tears in her eyes stops forming.
Going to the nearest bathroom to her, with closed eyes. She doesn't realize that the bathroom is for the males and sat on the floor near the sink and let her silent tears fall down.
A door creak from the bathroom stall stoped her from sobbing. A male walked out. He was sporting a black leather jacket, classic black jeans and a navy blue shirt. But what got her attention is his beautifully sculpted jaw, piercing almost-black eyes, effortlessly messy black hair and his very tall-muscular built frame.
Her eyes widen as he raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow as he washes his hands and she quickly stood up, looking around to see that she was indeed in the boy's bathroom.
Embarrassed by the encounter she mumbled, "I'm s-s-sorry I-I didn't s-see the -si-sign." Rubbing away her tears, she was about to leave when she felt someone hold her wrist and pulled her average 5'6 petite frame to face him.
He looked down into her aqua colored eyes and rubbed away her access tears delicately. Afraid of scaring her with his rough hands.
"Why are you crying?" He asked her. Voice so deep and groggy it sent chills down her spine.
"I-it's n-no-nothing." She whispered and looked down. Face flushed and embarrassed.
"Tell me." He almost commanded. Tugging her chin to look straight to him.
She thought about telling him the reason for her tears but thought of the outcome, which would result in him laughing and decided to shake her head.
"Tell. Me." He asked again this time voice edged with slight anger. Although she didn't know why.
Lavender felt the need to cry again, and so the tears flowed freely against her flushed cheeks. "N-no o-o-on-one wants to be my fri-friend." She answered, expecting a laugh.
But all he did was stare at her with his furrowed brows. The only thought going through his head was, "Is this girl serious?" Although he didn't voice out his thoughts, instead, he took a step back and looked at her.
It was the first time he saw her in school, but that was mainly his fault for ditching the other days. His friends told him about a new girl joining their school but he thought nothing of it.
But now seeing her face to face, she was easily one if not, the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. From her rosy flushed face, pouty pink lips, big aqua eyes, tiny waist and to her long sexy legs that was showed off by the small lavender dress she was wearing. The last thing he would've thought was her struggling to make friends. More or less cry because of that.
So he did what he knew was right. He picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter which brought out a small yelp from her.
He took some tissue from the dispenser and wiped her puffy eyes and tear filled face. All while she stayed still and quiet, not saying a word. She reminded him of a small puppy.
Once he was finished he stood between her legs and she instantly blushed. So cute. He thought, although his face remained serious as ever.
"You don't have to cry because of dumb fucktards, красота. If it means something to you, I'll be your friend." He said calm and collected. You can almost hear the possessiveness in his voice, but he himself does not know why he's acting like this towards a girl who he just met.
What he didn't expect was for her to throw her arms around him. He stood still for a while before hugging her back.
She pulled back and stared at him with doe eyes. Fuck, he thought as his little friend down there was strained. "Ar-are you sure?" She asked quietly. Hoping he would say yes and not lie to her.
"Yes, angel I'm sure." He said and picked her off the counter before dragging her to the cafeteria.
"Wait! my name is lavender Walker, what's you-yours?" She almost formed a sentence without stuttering but failed when he turned around to face her.
Her name fitted her perfectly he thought.
"Orion. Orion Adler." He replied and continued his way towards the cafeteria whilst still holding Lavenders hand.
Thank you for reading!!
There will be grammatical mistakes so feel free to point that out♡