page. She was working on the water under the tree with hard pencil strokes creating a choppy surface to the liquid. The more she shaded in the more it started to remind me of home.
I gently tapped her arm to get her attention. She tensed up at my touch, her hand holding the pencil trembled a bit before she looked at me. Her eyes bore into mine. The clear green of them framed by a touch of eyeliner drove every thought from my head. I sat there opened mouthed for a moment.
“What?” She snapped at me impatiently. Her hand drummed the pencil on the desk.
“I jus’ wanted ta ask ya ‘bout wha’ happened yesterday.” I stammered out my accent getting slightly thicker in my frustration.
“What about it?” Her lips pursed into a bow as she frowned at me.
My eyes lingered on them for a brief moment as I thought about how they would taste before asking her. “Wha’ exactly happened? We’ve heard dat ya told everybody dat ya kicked Marie’s ass.”
Her eyes widened before she ducked her head closing her eyes. She took a deep breath stole a glance back up at me and explained, “I never said that to anyone. To be honest I don’t even know how it got started. It’s been very unnerving actually. I’m not used to people paying any attention to me at all. Just because I was miraculously able to push your sister away from my friend before she got crammed into her locker, people have been staring at me, talking about me and just giving me way too much of it.” She put the pencil down and ran a hand over her face. “Did you know that Bus has actually walked me to both classes this morning because of it? He is afraid that you and your brothers are going to jump me or something.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and counted to ten to try to regain control over myself before I responded. “First, my brothers and I may be a bit quick tempered but we have never hit a female in our lives. Our mother would skin us if we even dreamed of doing that. Second, who would start it? Was anyone else around you when it happened? Third, why would no one pay attention to you? Finally, Bus has had it out for me ever since my girlfriend started some rumor about his sister. He just doesn’t want to believe that we had nothing to do with what happened.”
She turned in her seat to face me leaning her arm on the table before placing her hand on her head. “I didn’t see anyone else there, but Jess mentioned this morning that the vice principal’s son witnessed it and told his mom. Most people have RA. Long story.” She rolled her eyes. “What exactly happened to his sister ? He never really mentioned the details of it just that she was still in the hospital.” The front of her shirt tightened a bit over her breasts immediately drawing my attention to them. Those were definitely not enhanced by padding.
I shifted a bit in my seat and cleared my throat. “I’ll ask Marie when I get home if she noticed anyone. I have to hear this RA story. As far as his sister goes I don’t know the extent of it just that s he attempted to take her life.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “Wow. I did not expect that.” She picked up her pencil beside her and started adding some grassland to her drawing. “So the RA thing, Roxanne Amnesia, started back in middle school. Once people star ted getting taller and grew up, they stopped talking to me. Then eventually they just stopped noticing me all together.” She bit her bottom lip again as she drew two lawn chairs facing the water.
“Not everyone ignored you, Roxy.” She turned a quizzical gaze at m e just as the bell rang. My lips twitched in the hint of smile as I grabbed my books before getting up to leave. “I know I didn’t.”
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Roxy
I sat in my chair dumbfounded. What did he mean by that? I shook my head as I gathered my stuff to head to my locker. Our conversation had