The Green Field

The Conversation

 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 from his contagious one.``no, i just…..have alot 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?” hes 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 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… Ugh. I don't know which question to ask first let alone 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 do 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 you 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 and phone case and your nails are all different shades of gray and purple. And your necklace…...it has his and your name on it and everytime you reach up to grab it your eyes fill with sorrow and then you shake your 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 accept school of course-but i didn't even notice half the stuff he said. I stuffle 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 interrupted 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 chuckled   “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.