Say Anything
Chapter Five
I slumped my backpack over my shoulder and headed out to lunch. Lunch was definitely not my kind of fun. Everyone sat with one another while I usually just sat in the grass and read, or went to the library and... well, read. I’m not complaining though. People-watching is by far way more fun than actually being the people that are being watched. I see girls flirt with boys, and when the boy looks away for a mere second, the girl turns around, flips open her compact and makes sure she looks okay.
I see boys lean against walls and watch girls walk by and then rate them on a 1-10 hotness scale.
I see a group of stoners lighting up on the football field.
I see Alex and Derek sitting there and laughing with girls surrounding them, mainly the girls with the same ‘well-known’ status as them, such as Heather Richards and Justine Powell.
Basically in a nut shell, people at this school are revolting, and I’d choose to sit alone any day than be associated with them.
I reached my locker and was just about to open it when I saw that one artsy girl sitting with her back to the wall, writing something down in her notebook. I approached her and coughed and she looked up at me confusingly.
“Hi.” She said quietly.
“H-hi.” I replied quietly. She looked up at me in shock at the fact that I actually said something and smiled. “Um,” I began and swayed on my feet a little. “I’m sorry about yesterday.” She stared at me and leaned forward. I must have been talking extremely quietly.
“It’s okay.” She remarked. “Do you want to sit down?”
“I actually have to, um, do something.” I replied lightly. “But maybe tomorrow?”
She just nodded and smiled and I felt relief flow over me. Good, one less person to think I’m a weirdo bitch.
I turned around and walked back to my locker. I opened it, and of course a baby blue envelope fell out.
Bay,
I see you do read my letters, and you’re quite the sarcastic one, aren’t you? Who would have known that behind that ‘scared girl’ exterior there would be a girl capable of witty banter?
I don’t quite understand where you are coming from with the whole ‘I don’t get why you are trying to get to know me’ thing. I honestly don’t think you give yourself enough credit. So basically, the next time you decide to put yourself down or think badly of yourself, think about how sick it is that a guy is writing letters to you because you intrigue him.
I guess that could be a confidence booster?
Just trying to help.
And truthfully, I don’t really fit into any of those categories that you suggested. I am not a perv, I am not a geek, nor am I a jock. I guess you could fit me under the mysterious hunky category if you’d like. Since I am a mystery and all...
I play the drums and piano, so I guess you could possibly fit me under the musician label, also. But I hate labels with all my heart. Like I said they should remain on cereal boxes, so let’s just have them remain there, shall we?
And personally, I think someone who decides to stick up for you, and then bashes you again 10 minutes later isn’t worth your time, but I guess maybe he is too afraid to stand up to his low-life lame friends. I guess you could just consider that he’s probably a scared kid who doesn’t have enough balls to step out of the ‘inner circle’, which I think is ridiculously retarded.
I suppose now that I have basically replied to everything you said (I’m not a pathetic asshole by the way), I should give you some sort of hints on who I am.
I have brown hair. I know that pretty much cuts half the school down, so I’m essentially doing you a favor. I’m not going to tell you the length of it nor will I tell you anything else of my physical features, due to the fact that I want to remain your personally named “MM”. I actually do think that name is pretty cool by the way. It does kind of make me sound like a superhero.
I'm thinking this could be the time where you tell me more about yourself, right?
Feel free, because honestly, you’re kind of a mystery to me too.
-MM
Fighting for something that is not worth fighting for is like being in battle you know you’ll already lose.
I sighed and leaned my body against the locker again. This boy, whoever the hell he is, is probably the most amazing person I have ever talked, well sort of, talked to. He chose to look straight through my hardened exterior and past the front that I used in the letter, and most of all, he still wanted to get to know me.
Is it crazy to be falling for someone that you don’t even know?
I shook my head violently, trying to pull out those absurd thoughts. I still couldn’t trust him. This could still all be one harsh joke, and I needed to keep my guard up, no matter what.
I adjusted my mustard colored sweatshirt, dug my hands into my baggy pants’ pockets, and decided that I’d head to the Library. I saw a book in there that I had been dying to read and was excited to get my hands on it. My thoughts then wandered on that letter. He has brown hair and he plays the drums and piano. Both are equally hot. Or this could all still be a complete jok-
Suddenly someone bumped into my shoulder, and my backpack fell to the ground.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry.” I heard a somewhat familiar boy's voice say nervously. I didn't even bother to look up. I just muttered "S'ok." quietly, picked up my backpack and darted away towards the Library.
Not even knowing that I just bumped into MM himself.
I see boys lean against walls and watch girls walk by and then rate them on a 1-10 hotness scale.
I see a group of stoners lighting up on the football field.
I see Alex and Derek sitting there and laughing with girls surrounding them, mainly the girls with the same ‘well-known’ status as them, such as Heather Richards and Justine Powell.
Basically in a nut shell, people at this school are revolting, and I’d choose to sit alone any day than be associated with them.
I reached my locker and was just about to open it when I saw that one artsy girl sitting with her back to the wall, writing something down in her notebook. I approached her and coughed and she looked up at me confusingly.
“Hi.” She said quietly.
“H-hi.” I replied quietly. She looked up at me in shock at the fact that I actually said something and smiled. “Um,” I began and swayed on my feet a little. “I’m sorry about yesterday.” She stared at me and leaned forward. I must have been talking extremely quietly.
“It’s okay.” She remarked. “Do you want to sit down?”
“I actually have to, um, do something.” I replied lightly. “But maybe tomorrow?”
She just nodded and smiled and I felt relief flow over me. Good, one less person to think I’m a weirdo bitch.
I turned around and walked back to my locker. I opened it, and of course a baby blue envelope fell out.
Bay,
I see you do read my letters, and you’re quite the sarcastic one, aren’t you? Who would have known that behind that ‘scared girl’ exterior there would be a girl capable of witty banter?
I don’t quite understand where you are coming from with the whole ‘I don’t get why you are trying to get to know me’ thing. I honestly don’t think you give yourself enough credit. So basically, the next time you decide to put yourself down or think badly of yourself, think about how sick it is that a guy is writing letters to you because you intrigue him.
I guess that could be a confidence booster?
Just trying to help.
And truthfully, I don’t really fit into any of those categories that you suggested. I am not a perv, I am not a geek, nor am I a jock. I guess you could fit me under the mysterious hunky category if you’d like. Since I am a mystery and all...
I play the drums and piano, so I guess you could possibly fit me under the musician label, also. But I hate labels with all my heart. Like I said they should remain on cereal boxes, so let’s just have them remain there, shall we?
And personally, I think someone who decides to stick up for you, and then bashes you again 10 minutes later isn’t worth your time, but I guess maybe he is too afraid to stand up to his low-life lame friends. I guess you could just consider that he’s probably a scared kid who doesn’t have enough balls to step out of the ‘inner circle’, which I think is ridiculously retarded.
I suppose now that I have basically replied to everything you said (I’m not a pathetic asshole by the way), I should give you some sort of hints on who I am.
I have brown hair. I know that pretty much cuts half the school down, so I’m essentially doing you a favor. I’m not going to tell you the length of it nor will I tell you anything else of my physical features, due to the fact that I want to remain your personally named “MM”. I actually do think that name is pretty cool by the way. It does kind of make me sound like a superhero.
I'm thinking this could be the time where you tell me more about yourself, right?
Feel free, because honestly, you’re kind of a mystery to me too.
-MM
Fighting for something that is not worth fighting for is like being in battle you know you’ll already lose.
I sighed and leaned my body against the locker again. This boy, whoever the hell he is, is probably the most amazing person I have ever talked, well sort of, talked to. He chose to look straight through my hardened exterior and past the front that I used in the letter, and most of all, he still wanted to get to know me.
Is it crazy to be falling for someone that you don’t even know?
I shook my head violently, trying to pull out those absurd thoughts. I still couldn’t trust him. This could still all be one harsh joke, and I needed to keep my guard up, no matter what.
I adjusted my mustard colored sweatshirt, dug my hands into my baggy pants’ pockets, and decided that I’d head to the Library. I saw a book in there that I had been dying to read and was excited to get my hands on it. My thoughts then wandered on that letter. He has brown hair and he plays the drums and piano. Both are equally hot. Or this could all still be a complete jok-
Suddenly someone bumped into my shoulder, and my backpack fell to the ground.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry.” I heard a somewhat familiar boy's voice say nervously. I didn't even bother to look up. I just muttered "S'ok." quietly, picked up my backpack and darted away towards the Library.
Not even knowing that I just bumped into MM himself.