The Boy With No Voice

Part Three: Respect For The Weak

A few more classes into the day and, now lunch...

Great.

I sat at my usual table that sat in the corner of the yard as I pulled out my laptop and continuing to study my notes for Algebra 2, yet I was distracted as my eyes kept darting from the brightly lit screen to the other pupils as they made their way to their destined tables. The cheerleaders all sitting off the left of me, the multiple sports jocks sitting all together and taking up- three tables? Then the "normal" kids, or the none athletic but still a human being as they found their friends and sat down to chat and eat.

I sat there with my back pressed against the cold brick wall that kept us in from the outside, well until 3:30, my eyes wandered among the from home food that sat in front of me.

A turkey sandwich, a bag of Lays, and a bottle of water... The perfect lunch, right?

I grabbed the sandwich and took a bite, looking back to my laptop as I noticed a message alert had appeared in the bottom right corner as I arched an eyebrow; setting down the food and dragging my finger over the touchpad I brought the pointer over it and opened the messaging engine.

While the app slowly opened, I found myself staring off into space. My eyes darted over towards the cheerleading table as I listened carefully to their conversation...

"Did you hear about what Marcel pulled on Rebekah?!" A platinum blonde girl squeaked as the others giggled.

"Oh, please, who didn't, or well besides you know, Ivory..." A brunette snickered as I arched my brow once again and shook my head as I turned my head to where I could hear them again but that's when I saw... Her, that Ivory girl that had passed me that note and is dating Marcel...

My focus seemed to blur out the world as I watched her movements. The way she so... So confidently moved, each step showing it easily. The cheerleader outfit that wrapped her body clung to it tightly, yet it seemed to fit her in all the right places, yet I could still tell that it bothered her to wear it.

Suddenly a loud binge came from my laptop, thus making me look down and turn down my volume as my eyes darted up to see that some people were looking towards me, but none seemed bothered.

Exhaling carefully I redirected my eyes to the screen and saw a bright gray message that read,

"Hello, Mr. Emerson, I hope I'm not bothering you but I wanted to message you personally and tell you that your special class will either be canceled or delayed today. I'm not for sure, though. If I do not get to see you at all, thanks to some personal conditions, let me thank you for understanding. "

Have a good day.

- Ms.Wendell

P.s. Sorry for the inconvenience.

I stared at the message as I sighed heavily, hanging my head low as I took my hand and rubbed the back of my neck, trying to relax myself some. Just as I was about to reread the message, the sound of a tray hitting the place next to me made me jump and look up quickly to see- Ivory?

"Hey, Lucas, right?" She smiled down at me as I felt my lips grin as I slowly nodded as she sat down, fixing her mini skirt.

"Cool, well, I'm Ivory Michelson. It's nice to finally meet you, by the way." I smiled widely as I closed my message app and brought up my notepad once again; quickly and almost effortlessly I typed out;

Hello, Ivory Michelson, I'm Lucas Emerson. And it's nice to meet you too. By the way, why are you over here? Shouldn't you be with your jockstrap boyfriend? Or your friends?

I showed her the text as I watched her read it, her eyes quickly read the lines as her lips turned upwards into a large grin as she giggled and gasped this weird, yet cute snort.

"S-Sorry! Oh my gosh, I've never snorted in front of someone, and to answer your question; Marcel is being a huge dickhead and those are just snobby cheerleaders that I have to be on a team with, but that doesn't make them necessarily my friends." She giggled again as I released a weird laugh also, while quickly typing.

Haha, it's fine, it's cute. I...I mean, never mind. And well, if you see Marcel as a dickhead then why date him? And haha, oh, so they're just "work friends", I'm assuming?

"I'll forget it, haha. And well, our relationship is more of an "on and off" thing that I'm not really interested in anymore, but I'm practically stuck in... And meh, you can call them that." Ivory smiled gently as she cracked open her water bottle and began to eat as I typed out a response.

Thanks.. And that makes some sense... But, why are you stuck in a relationship that you don't want to be in? And haha, we can just call them the "snobs."

I turned my laptop around and showed her when my eyes darted towards a large group of people walking towards us. That's when I looked up to see Marcel and his groupies standing in front of us as I closed my laptop and lowered my head, trying to hide my eyes.

"Hey, freak boy! Ivory, why the hell are you over here with him? Go sit with the cheerleaders or us. Plus that's all you get to sit by." Marcel spat as he went to grab her arm but she suddenly pulled back and looked up at him with stone cold eyes as I from him to her, then back to him.

"Don't call him that, Marcel. And no, I'm allowed to sit with whoever I please." Ivory spat as she went pull away again. Marcel's hand flew away from her arm as he just stood there... Baffled.

"Excuse me? Ivory, I don't think your father would approve of you not listening, now would he? So why don't you just run along and go play with your little cheerleader friends, huh?" Marcel's voice was filled with anger as Ivory got up from her seat, standing a few inches away from Marcel with her arms crossed over her chest.

"God, I'm so sick of you trying to use my father against me! You're such an-"

"Yea, what am I?!"

"An asshole! Why can't you just leave me alone you selfish pr-" Before Ivory could finish her rant, a loud skin-hitting-skin sound came from her and Marcel.

I stared with wide eyes as I quickly got up to help her, but two of Marcel's groupies grabbed my arms holding me in place as I struggled against their hold. Marcel slowly crouched down to where Ivory sat on the ground as she held back quiet sobs, her hand holding her somewhat swollen cheek as she looked over at Marcel.

"You'll be fine. And for you, b***h, I don't think Ivory's daddy would like to hear about his daughter getting beat up by- oh, No Voice, here. Now would he? So, I suggest Mr. Weakling over here leaves- and like he always does, never says a word. About anything he saw. Got it?" His words felt like daggers in my heart...

She was the first person to make me truly smile ever since... Corban...

I hung my head low as I slowly nodded, I could hear Ivory's quiet sobs as Marcel grabbed her and began to drag her away. The two groupies I threw off as they stumbled back and held up their hands with smug looks as I grabbed my things and started back inside, the feeling of ice on my heart as I slowly walked by their table seeing Marcel laugh madly as he judged the size of the knot on Ivory's cheek...

She was on the verge of tears...

God, I'm such... I'm such an i***t for thinking I could have any normal friends. No... I'm such an i***t to think that I would get respect from them... Even after Corban's death...