Lilly's Trauma

I was making my way down the hall, passing people passing-him-the one who stalked me. Followed me home. To the mall. The store. Everywhere. But he suddenly stopped last week after he brutally assaulted me. My head shot back in front of me when I noticed that I was staring at him. As soon as I was looking forward I ran into somebody. My glasses fell. s**t. I can't see a damn thing, everything’s blurry. Someone takes my hand and sets my glasses in the palm. I look up even though I can't see them, my eyes fall down to where my glasses lay. I reach and grab my glasses with my free hand and shook them to get them open and I put them on. “You have another hand ya know…” I look at my hand still on top of his. Then up at….him? Not the stalker ‘him’ but the school known “bad boy”. Last year he spray painted a wolf on the side of the school building. It was amazing. So realistic. It was a gray wolf with bright blue eyes that shimmered and long fluffy fur that looked like you could reach out to feel the soft and fluffy fur. It was the most beautiful wolf I had ever seen. How did he do it? Specifically with spray paint. “How did you paint that wolf? The one on the side of the school building?” I asked, reading from my thoughts. A smile appeared on his perfectly symmetrical face. Then a flash of understanding flew across his face and left just as fast as it came. He’s probably confused why I asked him that question, I said it so suddenly so I would be surprised if he was. I let out an audible sigh. If only he could read my thoughts. If everyone could, then they would understand why I always say random stuff. I shook my head aggressively and removed my hand from on top of his, but as soon as I did my hand grew instantly cold. I ignored the coolness on my hand. I need to clear my head. Air. That's what I need. I walked away from him knowing that he still didn’t answer my question but even if he did I wouldn't have noticed, I got lost in my thoughts. I wonder what he said if he said anything. I hear his footsteps behind me. Is he following me? He better not be another James, the dude that stalked me all of last semester. I pushed the doors open and as I assumed he would, he followed me out the doors into the courtyard of Blatewood highschool. I walked over to the brick wall and sat on the ground. “Aren't you supposed to be in class?” he said with an oddly deep yet gentle voice. “Ha! Your one to talk.” I looked up at him “I needed air” I continued. “From me?” he said in a dramatic tone, a smile tracing his lips. I rolled my eyes and smiled at his contagious one.``no, I just…..have a lot on my mind.” yeah like James my semester stalker, and how I’m afraid that your gonna be the next James. But I obviously can't tell you that. “Like?” he says breaking me out of my thoughts. “Oh nothing….just…..school..stuff” I hope he heard that hella more confident than I did. He looked down at me with an unconvinced look. It's not totally a lie...he's on the school premises and so is James AND I don't want them following me to and from School. He let out a rather loud sigh as he sat down beside me putting just enough space between us. I looked over at him and I noticed a scar starting at his temple and stopping at his jawline. The scar was a ragged line and grew thinner and thinner as it met his jawline with a sharp point. It looks like a scar from a knife. I reach out and touch the scar. He flinched at the sudden contact but reached up and firmly but gently took my hand off the scar and set it on his thigh. I blushed vigorously and looked down at my lap. I heard him chuckle and ask through a grin “why are you blushing?” I looked away and at the brick wall “I am not!'' I shouted at the wall. “Well hello ‘not’ my name is Zain” he said lightly suppressing a laugh “u-” I sighed through my nose and said “Lilly”  “my Name is Lilly” i finished. “Lilly.” he said in a pleased tone. “C-can I ask you something?” “depends...ask me and you’ll find out.'' I looked down at my thighs considering how the heck I'm gonna ask him why he helped me or why he’s being so nice to me or why he put my hand on his thigh. Or….where that scar came from… Uhg. I don't know which question to ask first or how to ask them. I took a deep breath in and held it but made the motion of breathing out so zain wouldn’t think somethings up. Ok Lilly, think….just pick a question and dissect it, break it up and find the best way to ask.  Why is he being so nice to me? There's really no breaking that apart. Simple. “Why are you being so nice to me? You don't know me...so why? Why show kindness to a stranger who ran into you. I'm a nobody. I blend in and get good grades and no one knows me because I stay to myself and stay out of trouble so I don't get called out and so people don't talk to me.” he examined me “first you're not a ‘nobody’ and I may not know you but I know stuff about you.” He said. Now I'm curious. “Like?” I questioned “Like...that you stick to rules, do everything by the book. You even follow the ridiculous dress code, your favorite color is a purple-gray, and your necklace was given to you by your ex who passed away. Do you wanna know how I know these things?”I stared up at him with a wild curiosity and nodded my head. Please don't let it be creepy.``I know you stick to the rules, given away by your posture and your physique. The way you carry yourself, with just the right amount of confidence. And it's pretty obvious that you follow the dress code. I know your favorite color is purple-gray because your backpack, phone case, and your nails are all different shades of gray and purple. And your necklace…...it’s in a shape of a heart and it has two names and every time you reach up to grab it your eyes fill with sorrow and then you shake Zyour head as if to clear your mind.” wow I had no idea that he…..paid any attention to me. I'm sure he does that with everyone. Pays attention to everyone and everything-well except school of course- but I didn't even notice half the stuff he said. I managed a smile and say “I know stuff about you too.” he looked at me with curiosity in his eyes. “Yeah I know that you're a great artist and you have a sensitive side. I can tell because of the fact that you're being so nice to me.“I say. He looks at me with a slight smile “maybe I'm being nice to you because I like you” I looked up at him dumbfounded and said “yeah right, like someone like you would ever like someone like me.“ I put extra emphasis on you and ever, showing that I sincerely doubted that this was true. “You never know...” he said in a singsong voice. “Do you?” I ask with a teasing smile. “No...” You know it's funny how such a small word can hurt so much. I shouldn't even care and I don't. I don’t know him so therefore I ca- “but…” he said interrupting my thoughts “....do you want to go back to class?” he asked, suddenly taking me by surprise. Taken aby I looked up at him, feeling the flash of confusion on my face. I frowned “hell no. I hate study halls. I never know what to do because I always finish my work in class.” His smile grew “come with me” he stood up and offered me his hand. I politely declined and stood up on my own. “I didn't think you cussed. Like...ever.”  I looked down at his sneakers while we walked. “I don't. Hell isn’t a cuss word. It's used in church and my mom let me say it when I was like 10” his sneakers are black, the laces look torn and the sneakers have a red stripe on the side. They look old yet new at the same time.  We walked in silence as a fatal question popped into my head. I don't know where I'm going. I stop in my tracks and it takes Zain a  second to realize. I look back behind me. The school is still in view, if I run I could make it. I look back at him. I don't want to ruin my quiet good girl reputation. No one talks to me because they don't have a reason to. I don't want to give them a reason. On the other hand, I could risk my reputation to go with a hot guy to wherever the hell he’s taking me. I never risk it but….I don't know...I don't know him. My body moves for me as I turn around and nearly run into him again. “Second thoughts?” he says reading my face “you don't have to come if you don't want to. I'm not gonna force you to come with me.” he says.Welp. Now I do have to, people only use the ‘you don't have to’ to make you feel bad for coming with and then just deciding to go back. “No-well yes- but I made up my mind. I'm coming with you.'' I straightened my back and put on a big smile and maneuvered around him and started walking and he followed.  *Authors note*     If ya'll read this on my other acc the reason I am now on this one is that I forgot my login to my other acc. sorry for the inconvenience but I hope you enjoy!!!