Safe

Is This a Dream?

I stare at the fist in disbelief as the gorgeous guy starts speaking. "Did you hear me Tabitha? If I see you bitching on her again I will make a special phone call to you know who." My hero says through clenched teeth.

"Yeah fine. Whatever Jake, protect your little pussy cat sweetheart because she will be my bitch." Tabitha states, jerking her fist from my heroes grip.

I start to walk away and I feel a presence behind me. "Hey are you okay?" It's that hot guy. Why is he talking to me? Maybe he just wants to have a sob story record of saving the new girl from social death.

"Hello? I asked if you are okay." He grabs my wrist and I flinch, stopping in my tracks.

"Oh I'm sorry. Relax, I won't hurt you. My name is Jake. What's your name?" He gives me a half smile and I show him my schedule.

"Wow. You have a beautiful name: Aubree. I like it." He says it a couple more times, testing my name on his tongue.

"Th-thanks.." I whisper, staring at the ground. "You're welcome. Why are we whispering?" He whispers back. I shrug my shoulders and turn to walk away.

I look over my shoulder and he is still standing there with a dumbfound look on his face. He probably thinks I'm a freak along with everyone else.

Science goes on pretty slow but at least no one stared at me like in history. I'm the first one out of class and I start making my way down the hall to lunch.

I look around the giant two floored cafeteria and frown. I go through the lunch line and make my way to an empty table in the corner of the room.

I get strange looks from everyone who walks by. I look at my plate. I wrinkle my nose in disgust.

Lasagna, my least favorite food, an apple, and corn, and a roll. I pick up the roll and take a small bite.

I grab my bag and shuffle through all my items. Where is my phone? Oh shit I must have dropped it when that girl almost beat me to death.

I guess I will just check lost and found later i think to myself. I put my head in my hands and my stomach growls. I shake off the feeling of not eating in several days and look around the cafeteria.

I see the prep table.

The nerd table.

The jock table.

The goth table.

Several tables full of cliques and I'm just being a loner like usual. I sigh and take another bite of the butter roll.

I see Jake sitting at his own table with two other people: a boy and a girl. He smiles at me and I look down at my plate.

I see him get up out of the corner of my eye and my body becomes tense. Please don't come over here, please don't, please! I shout in my head.

"Hey shy girl." He sits his plate down and his friends sit down with him.
"This is Cory," he says motioning to the boy with blonde long hair covering his gorgeous blue eyes, "and this is Izzy." He says motioning to the girl in baggy clothes, purple streaked hair, and piercings.

I guess they are the bad ass table, I think to myself. I give a small wave and look at Jake for an explanation.

"Here. I found this when I met you in the hallway." He hands me a white iPhone and I smile. Thank god he found my phone and not anyone else.

"Uhm..thank you." I say quietly.

"Woah, she talks." Cory says and puts his hand over the table. "I'm Cory. You're really pretty Aubree." He says smiling.

"Uhm hi and thanks.." I trail off and he puts his hand back over the table obviously knowing I wasn't going to shake it.

"So my boxing buddies are having a party and I was wondering if you wanted to come? It's tonight at 7, I could pick you up." Jake gives me that half smile of his, flashing those beautiful dimples.

"Me?" I ask stupidly, blushing.

"Oh no I was talking to your apple." Jake says smirking. His joke made Izzy and Cory laugh and I just said "oh."

"So do you wanna come?" He asks again looking into my eyes with his gorgeous hazel/green eyes.

"Uhm..sure..okay.."I trail off and take a drink of water. "Great. I'll pick you up at 7 tonight. Uhm..where do you live?" He asks with that soothing raspy voice.

"Brookside Avenue 25th street.." I reply quietly. "Okay sounds good. Me, Cory, and Izzy will see you later Aubree." He flashes his perfect teeth towards me and walks away with his 'crew'.

Did I really just get asked out on a date..? I mentally ask myself as I play with a strand of my ashy blonde hair.