Unexpectedly!We meet again!

I stared at the empty street for a moment. Everything was silent except for my heavy breathing. I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself. My heartbeat gradually returned to normal. I started to walk again, keeping my eyes fixed straight ahead. I walked down the long road, passing by the shops lined with colorful umbrellas. I noticed a group of students huddled together on the curb, laughing. One student suddenly stopped laughing and pointed behind her.

Turning around quickly, my eyes landed on the source of her sudden outburst. Standing behind her was another boy, holding his phone and filming a group of people stood beside her, laughing hysterically who were shoved another student, sending him sprawling onto the concrete. The boy screamed in pain as the ground began to crumble beneath him. The girl watched the scene unfold apathetically, only giggling occasionally.

"Oh my god," she laughed, raising the phone high above her head filming. "Look at his face! Isn't this funny?"

They laughed even louder. I turned away, biting my lip to hide the rage that was beginning to well up inside me. I tried to keep my voice steady, but I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

I'm so pathetic, I thought.

I clenched my fists tightly to stop my hands from shaking. I took a deep breath.

"Get out of his way," I said angrily to the girls.

They froze and slowly turned around to face me, fear evident on their faces. I stared at them sternly. They didn't dare move. Suddenly, a voice called out behind me.

"What are you doing?"

One of the girls squealed and hid behind the group of students. The other two girls shrieked in terror. I looked behind me. Another boy appeared, standing right behind me.

"What are you guys doing?" he demanded.

I hesitated for a moment, unable to speak. He stepped closer to me.

"Who are you?" he demanded sharply. "What are you doing hanging around these girls?"

I swallowed nervously. The guy standing in front of me was the umbrella guy...but why would he recognize me? I was dressed in my uniform jacket, my hair tied up in my usual ponytail, and my name tag read 'y.n' Why would he know me?

Before I could answer, the guy pushed his hand forcefully against my back. I stumbled forward a few steps backwards.

"Move!"

His tone scared me, making me flinch. I glanced at the other three girls behind him and quickly started moving. I quickly turned around and sprinted off down the road, not daring to look back.

I ran and ran and ran until I was sure I was far away enough to stop. Panting heavily, I leaned against the nearest tree and slid down to the ground. I sat there and tried desperately to control my breathing as tears pricked my eyes. Why did it have to be like this? Why?

Why do you have to see me like this?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

The words repeated over and over and over again in my mind. I sobbed loudly into my sleeve as I clutched my knees to my chest.

When i thought he was a kind person, someone who i imagined turned out to be a real person...that the guy who was standing in front of me wasn't just another shadow on a rainy street.

I wiped away the wetness on my cheeks as I stood up, sniffing back the tears still pouring from my eyes. Why? Why do i have to feel like this? why i am disappointed? is it because i liked him? someone who we didn't even share a conversation but I couldn't believe my stupidity. He was trying to help.

Maybe he wanted to see if someone like me was capable of understanding what he'd done and why.

But I can understand why he did it.

And it hurts.

So much he thought i can't stand fighting with that group of assho*ls he hought i was weak so he maybe protected me in an indirectly way, just to keep me safe. But i don't need protecting. I can handle myself just fine on my own. What's wrong with him that he wants to try to help me but can't take responsibility for his friends being when i'm doing just fine on my own. Why can't i understand why the hell would anyone want to help someone who doesn't know. I'm not weak and i don't need any help.

I shouldn't have come here today.

I shouldn't have come here at all.

I picked up my bag before walking to the school. If he's here he'll see me at school. He might explain .

I arrived fifteen minutes later and walked into class just as I always do. I took a seat in the very back row. I ignored everyone's curious glances. No one asked anything or commented on my tardiness. As soon as class ended, I grabbed my stuff and made my way outside.

"Hey, where are you going?" someone asked, causing me to freeze in place.

Slowly, I turned around and saw none other than the umbrella guy walking towards me. His expression remained emotionless. I averted my gaze, refusing to make eye contact.

"Can i join you?" he asked, glancing over at my bag.

Without saying a word, I walked past him and continued walking to the bus stop. Just as I reached the edge of the park, I heard footsteps coming from behind. I paused to wait for him, but he never appeared. I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe he got lost or something.

When the bus finally came I climbed aboard and waited quietly. A few moments after I sat down, the boy stepped on, sitting next to me rather awkwardly. I sighed and shifted so that I could lean against the window. Neither of us talked during the whole ride. When we finally arrived at our stop, the boy gathered his belongings and left without saying anything. I walked the rest of the way home silently. Once I entered the house I threw myself down onto my bed without bothering to change out of my school uniform. I stayed there for the rest of the day. I felt exhausted and numb. My body ached and every muscle in my limbs felt stiff. All I wanted to do was sleep and forget about everything that happened yesterday.

I lay in my room all night, barely sleeping and tossing and turning. Finally, around midnight, I gave up. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of my bed and trudged across the hall. Opening my bedroom door, I shuffled into the living room and sat down on the couch. I gazed listlessly out the window as the sky darkened. The clouds grew darker and heavier with each rain drop passing second.

Suddenly, the curtains flew open by the wiend, revealing the silhouette of a familiar figure standing right in front of the window. A cold wind blew the curtains shut once more. The figure was too distant for me to distinguish any features on his face, but judging from the way he carried himself I knew instantly who he was. The figure moved away from the windowsill, disappearing once more into thin air.

Just then, my roommate walked in.

I was startled when I heard my roommate telling me to close the window and get changed. It took some effort to pull myself together, but I managed to do so. After changing, I laid on my bed and closed my eyes, trying my hardest to go to sleep. Unfortunately, that plan didn't work. After hours of restless sleep, I was completely awake by nine thirty, the sun now peeking through the blinds. I yawned tiredly, stretching my arms above my head as I rose from my bed and made my way to the kitchen. As I opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk, I heard my phone buzz in my pocket. Confused, I put the milk back into the refrigerator and dug my phone out of my back pocket. I unlocked it and found a message from one of my roommates.

[9:23AM] Nini: Hey, you're still not answering your phone!! We were wondering if you're okay

[9:25AM] Nini: Did something happen last night? You never answered me yesterday, and I was starting to worry.

[9:27AM] Nini: You better not be skipping class!

She probably thought the same thing that all the teachers thought. That it must have been about that drunk guy at that night if something had happened she would take it to the heart for not begin there for me...and I don't need a lecture on how irresponsible I am for getting in such a state. I should really have expected her concern, considering what we were talking about the previous day. She is worried about me, and i don't need her worrying any more than she already has.

[9:29AM] Y/N: Sorry.

My finger hovered over the send button before hitting it. I set down my phone on the counter next to the carton of milk before making my way to the bathroom and quickly showered and dressed before running down stairs. I checked the clock to find that it was ten minutes after o'clock, meaning classes began in just under thirty minutes. I headed out of the dorm building, ready to catch the bus.

When I reached the school, all the students rushed into their classes, leaving only the teacher and staff members lingering outside. Some of them were staring at me, giving me concerned looks while others tried to ignore me. I looked at the ground, feeling shame and guilt consume me as i walked through the hallways. I kept my head low and refused to meet anyone's eyes. After awhile I finally reached English and plopped down into a desk near the back of the classroom. I placed my head down on my desk and tried to will myself to fall asleep. However, no matter how hard i tried, sleep would not come. I could only lie there and stare at the blackboard, watching the letters turn slowly into shapes as the seconds ticked on.

It was nearing 11 o'clock when the bell rang signalling the end of classes and I jumped up from my desk. As I exited my classroom, people began to crowd the hallway, waiting for their turns to leave. As i passed by, a couple girls bumped shoulders with me, causing them to spill their books everywhere.

"Watch where you're going, bitch," one girl scoffed angrily as she pushed herself off from the wall.

The words stung but I kept walking. I could hear her sneering again, "That fucking piece of shit."

I clenched my fists in anger. I shouldn't have let them get to me. Not today of all days.

When i approached my locker, i noticed a boy leaning against it. When he heard my footsteps he turned around to face me.

He frowned and raised his eyebrows. "You look pretty pissed" he said while looking me up and down, smirking at me. 

^^^to be continued....^^^

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