For over a year, I'd tried not to get any sort of attention. But doing so, was I getting one?
The bell rang. I shoved my books in the backpack and rushed out of the lab in a flash. It was the last hour of the day, so I quickly headed home, walking with my thoughts, thinking of what to cook today. Hmm... maybe fajitas.
To ask Skye if we had all the ingredients at home, I searched for my phone but didn't find it in my back pocket... or any of my other pockets.
"Ah... crap, I forgot my phone in the lab." I scowled at myself.
I turned around and followed the exact trail that I took, watching the ground for a phone that might have slipped from my pocket and fell.
I reached the school, but still, there was no sign of my lost phone. I grew irritated and annoyed at myself for being careless. I sighed and dragged myself inside the building. The hallway was quiet, the entrance seemed long and cold without the swarm of students I was used to seeing during the school hours.
A mumbling sound behind me broke the quietness. I took a quick peek over my shoulder and noticed two male bodies from the corner of my eye. I wished I'd my phone, but then again I wouldn't be here—alone—looking for it, now would I?
Suddenly I was pulled back by my backpack and grabbed from behind. My face was then jammed into the wall.
"Make any kind of noise, and you'll be hung upside down on the monkey bar." A deep voice warned me.
I was too scared to yell, so I just stayed quiet. But I managed to hit one of the boys with my heels. He cursed and punched me on the side of my stomach, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe and kept quiet, just grunting and groaning.
"Check the bag," the second attacker said while he searched my pockets and found my money—my monthly allowance, that was.
"Hey!" The third voice of a male came, not from too far away. "Leave her alone," the same voice yelled.
"Run!" One of the attackers exclaimed, and they both ran away.
My vision blurred from tears. The third person flew past me; he probably ran behind the muggers I guessed. I could barely stand, and a nauseous feeling came over me. The bathroom was just a few feet away from where I was standing. I covered my mouth and hurried inside, and noticed the two urinals on the wall. I was in the boy's bathroom, but at this point, I didn't give a damn, got into one of the empty stalls, and threw it up. Tears welled in my eyes, and I started to cry. I heard someone walk in. Scared, I shut the door and pushed it by my hand so that nobody could get in. I tried to get up to latch the door, but I felt pain twisted in my gut, and I fell back. A wave of nausea flooded in, and I vomited again. The door slowly drifted open behind me.
"Jesus..." I heard Leo's voice. Puking and embarrassing myself in his presence, more tears began to fall. Great, just great.
"Here... let me help you." He said and sat beside me. All I could see was his shoes, one of the coolest Nike shoes I've ever seen.
"Here, wipe your face." He rolled off a few lengths of the tissue. I grabbed those from his hand. He also offered a water bottle to me. I took it and washed my face, gargled my mouth, and spat out in the toilet.
"Thank you," I said faintly and handed him his plastic water bottle and then wiped my mouth with my hoodie sleeves.
"Did they hurt you?" He asked with a gentle hush.
I nodded, "and stole my money," I added.
"Son of bitches," he reacted angrily. "Do you know who they were? Can you recognize them?"
"No," I shook my head.
"I ran after them, but I couldn't catch them. Bastard split themselves and got away for me. We should file a complaint—"
"No, please don't," I cut him off before he could finish the sentence, and snapped my head up.
Leo was staring at me. I don't think he even blinked.
"I don't like anyone staring at me... or touching me... or near me." I pulled my hoodie over my head and dipped my head down.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I... I've never seen..." He trailed off.
"Please don't complain or tell anybody. I don't want to get into any trouble." I pleaded, placing my hand on his hand. I squeezed it lightly. Leo was surprised by my gesture, and he looked down at my hand wrapped over his. I retracted back as quickly as I could. I could not understand why I dared to touch him when I had just finished telling him that I didn't like to be contacted.
"Tell me how complaining will get you in trouble?" He inquired, looking at me with slightly arched eyebrows.
I didn't want to get involved in anything that would attract attention to me. I tried to keep myself a low profile and away from any drama in school, for my own sake. I did not want this matter to carry forward and blow out of proportion since it involves the school's football star - Leo Carter. I began to freak out a little, and I felt like I was trapped.
"It wasn't my fault anyway, so please just forget what happened here and forget we ever met." I spatted with a bitter tone, although I didn't mean to be harsh.
Leo was calm, but I found him staring again. Honestly, unlike others, his staring did not bother me at all, nor did it make me uncomfortable. Other people's stares were more like leering-lusting.
"Staring is rude," I scowled and dropped my head. "How would you like if someone stared at your attractive face."
"You think I'm attractive?"
I bit my tongue in my mouth. Holy crap, did I just
