Author: Mariposa2 PM
Xander meets a girl who's not accepted at his school. He falls in love with her, but realizes that it's not as normal as he thinks. One shot that my crazy friend came up withRated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 1,109 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-02-05 - id: 1876031
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They were making fun of her again. They had since the day she moved here into our closed minded small hick town a week ago. I didn't understand why they would do that to her. She was smart, beautiful, and for some reason, she would smile even when being called freak. It was almost as if she fed off of it. Her books were scattered all over the floor as the hallways were clearing. Only few people running to class hoping to make it before the bell rang, but not her. She took her time. Slowly gathering her paper's one by one as if each and every one of them was a delicate flower that could be bruised easily. Looking at my watch I realized I only had a few seconds till the bell rang, and seeing how my first period class was across the building, there was no point in rushing myself. I was going to be late, might as well do it fashionably.
Walking over to the auburn haired girl, I leaned down and helped her gather her papers. The bell rings. I'm officially late to class. As I help her, it seemed as if she didn't even notice me, then she softly whispered thanks as we both stand up at the same time.
"No problem" I reply just as softly though I'm not quite sure why. It seemed appropriate. She began to walk off again but I continued, "Wait" She stops. "What's your name?"
She smiles softly at me and I know right then, that I'm in love with this blue eyed beauty. "Alexandra. Alex for short." She tells me. I look at her almost in shock. My entire life I've lived in this small town, and I finally come across an Alexandra.
I smile warmly at her to cover up my shocked expression. "My name's Alexander. Xander for short." She smiles again understanding why I gave her such an obscure look before. "So I'll see you later?" She nods her head still smiling and heads off in her different direction.
It's third period. She's in this class with me. She sits next to me in the back of the class where the empty desk used to be before she came to this school to occupy it's vacancy that used to mock me. I'm early into the class as usual. It's my favorite. Psychology. She walks in timidly and sees me smiling at her. She smiles back. I love her smile. She takes her seat next to mine and we begin to small talk. About the weather. The bell rings and students are in place. Some of them keep looking back towards us, as if they are surprised that we're bonding. They say nothing at first as the teacher is taking roll. Then, when the teacher leaves the room to use the restroom, the name calling begins. I'm not sure who they're directed to, but we both ignore it. Psycho, freak, weirdo, they were just words. Words that she was used to hearing since she moved here. I still don't understand why they call her these names. She seems normal to me.
Lunch, my second favorite class of the day. We sit together outside in the warm sun. Her hair seems to have a glow to it. I still don't understand why they make fun of her. She's beautiful. No need for makeup. That would drown her beauty. Her hair looked soft and her eyes were hypnotizing.
"Xander, can I tell you something? Something a little personal?" She asks barely above a whisper. She looks so serious it almost scares me.
"Yeah, sure. Anything." I assure her.
"It feels like we've always known each other. Do you feel it too?" Her stare is stern to tell me she's not joking.
"I know exactly how you feel Alex. I've never felt this way about anyone before." I return the stare. She smiles at me again, but I don't return it. I'm so lost in her smile I can barely move. But somehow I manage to. I begin to lean forward to kiss her. I've never kissed a girl in all my seventeen years, I'm ashamed to say, but I know it will be worth the wait. She closes her eyes but I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my stomach. I look up to see Alex's tormentors standing above me ready to give me another kick.
Freak they call me and I don't understand. Alex was normal like me. There was nothing wrong with her. Why did being around her automatically make me a freak as well?
"You gonna make out with yourself?" One of them say. Now I'm confused. What was he talking about?
"I wonder what the sex is like" Another says and they all laugh. Another blow to my stomach make me unable to reply.
"Can you believe that they let him stay in public school? He should be in a loony bin."
They're confusing. I'm getting dizzy. I don't understand what they're talking about.
"He even made her name like his. What a psycho." One last punch to my left side. I get the wind knocked out of me. When I catch my breath, I look to see if Alex is still next to me. She's gone. I call out her name, I get up and look for her, but she's no where in sight. I go back to where we were eating. There is an indention where I was sitting in the tall grass. There is only one. She wasn't that thin. She had to have somewhat of an indention.
It hits me.
It hits me hard.
She doesn't exist. They've been calling me the names the entire time. The seat in my third period class has always been vacant, there never was an Alexandra.
I am a freak.
A/N: This was an idea my crazy ADHD friend from Virginia who just turned 18 today came up with. He hadn't taken his medications for about a week and kept giving me the most random ideas to write about and out of all of them, this was the only one that caught my attention as actually becoming an actual story. I know it's not very descriptive but it's late and I just needed to get it out or I'll never get around to it. Hope you enjoy.