The Boy With No Voice

Part Two: Zero Audio

The drive to school seemed to be more soul-sucking than last Fridays'... Strange. Once I realized that I was sitting in the parking lot and watching the other hormonal teenagers sitting around waiting for the ear-bleeding screech that they call a bell to send them to class...

I slipped my tongue through my dry lips and allowed a somewhat breathless sigh to leave my parted lips as I turned off the Jeeps' ignition and climbed out; slamming the door shut behind me as I looked up through my long, thick eyelashes to see that some people were already starting to stare...

Terrific.

Inhaling deeply I corrected the resting position of my messenger bag on my shoulder as I began to walk along the small and crowded sidewalk. Suddenly I felt someone shoulder check me thus making me stumble forward and turn quickly to grab- what felt like to be football jersey material- in a tight fist.

"Yo, easy man!" The quarterback, Marcel Watson shot as he held up one of his hands in defense as I released the material as my eyes trailed from his bulky build to see that his other arm was wrapped- tightly might I add, around a petite girls' waist as she was contained in a very... Provocative cheerleading outfit, and honestly, she looked ashamed to even be wearing such a thing.

"Aye, don't be checking out something that is off the market... Freak." He spat as he suddenly slammed his large palm against my chest, thus making me stumbled backward some as I snarled my lip only to throw his hands off of my body and spit a wad right next to his cleat. He looked up quickly from the wet spot on the cement and went to launch himself at me- that's when the girl spoke up; loudly that is.

"Marcel! The... The bell rang." Her voice sounded... Terrified? As is she was scared for... For me? No... No, no, it's just my imagination... It has to be...

"Yea, okay, let's go... This freak ain't worth my time anyway." Marcel laughed as he grabbed around the girls' waist again- fairly rough also.

I stood there and watched as they left me standing there with my bones still intact, none of my blood on the cement... And nothing I have to explain to my parents. Perfect... Shifting my bag once more, I huffed a breezy breath as I turned towards the double doors and as I did so- I could hear the faint whispers... The murmurs... The idiotic gossip. My feet seemed to drag along the rough cement below my souls as I grabbed hold of the handle; only to pause for a second and turn to look over my shoulder. Now I could see everything... Everyone... Anyone.

My eyes scanned over the crowd as they landed on a group of girls that stood only a few feet away as I heard one loudly whisper to her friends', "that's him! The boy with no voice!" My nose crinkled as my lips frowned at the new "nickname" I was given to by my fellow pupils.

I merely shook my head and turned back around; now entering the below freezing atmosphere of the somewhat abandoned hallways. My converse somewhat squeaked as they scrapped the newly polished floors, I stopped once I came to my dark blue, somewhat of a rustic looking shade locker; only to see a bright yellow sticky note slapped against the dull paint.

Raising an eyebrow, I took my index finger and my thumb to grab hold of the piece of thin paper by its edge, now reading a very... Cursive? Handwriting that read,

I'm sorry for how you get treated just because you don't want to talk to them... But, I'm always here to talk, that's if you'd like too! Um, yeah... Well, message me at 237 765-9978 if you ever want to talk to someone who will listen... Bye!

Oh, p.s. my name is Ivory. :)

I couldn't help but smile, my eyes darted back to the beginning as I re-read the whole thing, even if it wasn't very long it was... Sweet. Suddenly the loud screech echoed throughout the empty halls as they began to fill with hormonal hurricanes as I quickly took the note and folded it, stuffing it into my jacket pocket as I opened my locker and grabbed my first hours' book.

The classroom felt as if Hell had frozen over and we all had to sit through some... Old man droning on and on about Chemistry; which I couldn't help but think back to last night, Marcel and I's chemistry is some kind of failed experiment. I sat at the somewhat lukewarm table as I tried to warm my legs while also trying to tame the... The shameful skirt that the cheerleaders had to wear and of course, it was the football teams' pick this year...

Terrific.

While waiting for Jacie to show up, my eyes darted to the table that sat at least two or more tables away from my own, and there he sat... Mister "No Voice" himself. I moved to the side a little bit when I saw him pull out a small, neatly folded sticky note from his jacket pocket; right away I knew that it was mine. I couldn't help but smile as I watched the corner of his lip twitched into a small grin or a small smirk of some sort.

I mean he... He looked happy.

"Boo!"

"Bah! What the fu- Jacie?!" I snarled as she gripped onto my shoulder with one hand while her other hand held onto her stomach while she laughed.

"That wasn't funny, asshole." I spat as I huffed and rolled my eyes at her as she moved to where she could sit down on the stool. She wiped away a fake tear and wheezed as I shoved my elbow into her side as she snickered some more before quietening down.

"Oh, please, I'm hilarious. And why were you making googly-eyes at No Voice?" She asked as she hunkered down and giggled as I pushed her away and rolled my eyes once again.

"I wasn't making googly eyes at him, jerk. I was... I was seeing what he was looking at." I confessed as she arched one of her neatly done eyebrows as I tried to hide my small blush as she leaned forward trying to see my face as I swatted away her smirking face.

"Oh, shut up, Jacie. The class is starting..." I spat as she giggled and leaned back on her stool and began to get out our book as I sat there trying to collect my thoughts; that's when a crumbled piece of paper landed in front of me this making me jump and quickly look up to see No Voice was still sitting like he was when I had looked at me... So where did this paper come from..? Carefully I uncrumpled it and read somewhat neat writing that read,

So you aren't scared of talking to me..? That's a new one. You seem nice, but I'm afraid to even look at you because I feel that I'll... You'll not like what you see or get to know, but I'm curious about you. I'll message you after school... Ivory. Also, thank you for standing up for me with Marcel. See ya.

P.S. Hi, I'm Lucas :)

I couldn't help but grin largely as I re-read the words that seemed so... So strange; especially since I don't even know what his backstory is and why he doesn't speak anymore. All I know about him is that... He's different and people make fun of him for it and honestly...

I just want to get to know him... To be his friend.