Escha Rose

Meeting Ava

"...who are you? you are in my seat." she says very quietly.

I suck in a sharp breath and stutter out "w-what?". I mentally  slap myself for sounding like a f*****g retard. i hear whispers around the class about her being a freak and i should make her sit on the floor. Are these people f*****g retarded? Why would they do that to a f*****g human being? "u-um, would you like me to move?" i ask not really wanting to get up. 

"i would like that, but if you don't want to move i can sit right there" she points to the seat beside me " and leave you alone" she finishes. 

"no you can sit here" i get up to give her the seat and i sit in the other seat. She looks at me surprised then proceeds to try to sit down. Key word: tried . Someone from beside her grabbed her chair right before she sat down causing her to fall. When she looks up the class starts laughing at her because she has tears in her eyes. 'Where the f**k is the teacher and why isn't she saying anything, they are bulling her" i think to myself.

i reach out my hand to help her up.She flinched at first and when she realized i wasn't going to hit her she grabbed it and i pulled herself up. 

I look to the person who pulled her seat out from under her and have him a flat look. "Pulling chairs? That's a little 5th grade don't you think?" i ask with so much pretend curiosity. He looks at me like he's surprised im taking up for her. "Don't do it again, yeah?" i ask rhetorically. He nodded mutely. The bell rung and i grabbed my bag and left. I had no idea where to go but i was beyond furious and i did not want to get into trouble. i look at my schedule and continue on with my day.

~later~

I'm not mad any more, i'm more happy.. I'm happy that this is my last period and i am gonna get to go home in a little bit. 

I walk into the class that is on my schedule and show the teacher. He tells me to take a seat after checking it over. I go to the back of the classroom and sit in the corner seat by the window. Putting my headphones in i turn them up all the way and blast “The Other Side of Paradise". I listen to that song when i feel high sometimes. I change the song to "let me go" by nf and put my head down. i  try to tune out the feet shuffling all around me but look up when i feel a tap on m shoulder. Its the same girl from my first period class. I take out my headphones and raise my eye brow and she looks nervous.  

"y-you are really pretty." she blushes after she realized what she said. I smirk and look at her face. "You are really pretty too" i say back and watch and her blush deepen. "I j-just wanted to t-thank you for t-this morning." she stutters out. ''Your welcome......?" i trail off not knowing her name."Ava." she chirps. "Ava Thomas". 

"Well, Ava Thomas, your welcome for earlier" i say getting ready to put my head back down."ca-can.. can i know your name?" she asks hesitantly. "Rose" i offer her with my head still down. She lets out a little puff like a five year old and it makes me laugh. i turn my head to look at her and i just stare at her. Behind her glasses her eyes are a light hazel and her hair is blonde, almost white. Her skin looks really soft also. I can't really see the rest of her body because 1) we are sitting down, and 2) she has on a big hoodie. I look back up and meet her eyes. She is about to say something when the teacher closes the door and starts teaching. 

I try to focus, i really do but every time i look over at Ava she is staring at me. I don't mind it. Each time i have caught her staring at me she has blushed a bright pink. I smile a knowing smile and turn back to the  front. 

A piece of paper lands on my desk and i look down to see some really neat hand writing. 'Is Rose your first name or your last name' i read off the paper. I write down 'last. tell me about you, Ava' and i pass her back the paper. she looks down at it before freezing. She stares at the paper for a moment and then scribbles something down with a crestfallen face. 'there is nothing to know about me' is all that i see. I look over to see her with her head down. Did i do something wrong? 

'well tell me about you anyway. you seem very...different. Just tell me about what you do on a daily basis. i don't want to put you out of your comfort zone. I wouldn't do that to a friend' i draw a little heart and gently pass her back the paper. It takes her a moment to get it but when she does i see her face change.

we keep passing notes for the whole hour of that class and i found out that she lives by herself with her dad and has no friends.. besides me. she loves to draw and to sing. she loves animals and hopes one day to travel the world and look for new species. and she's gay. she gets bullied for that.

she is amazing. i pity her though. the way people treat her. the way they think she is a freak. i can tell something is off with her, but i don't know what. 

Well this year might be good after all.