Warning: this story has subjects relating to abuse and a range of other very dark subjects if you are sensitive about this then please don't read if you do then enjoy and don't worry it's a love story there's always a happy ending in a love story.
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An old plastic tray in my hands waiting in line to get some food, looking around at all the people in the cafetière bored out my mind, in the crowd I see my mate Matt hanging out in a group chatting away.
Me and him are like any 19-year-old boys, normally chatting about girls and complaining about not getting laid, we weren't that good friend we just happen to like the same things and exchange names.
"Next" shouted old fat lady warts forming on her obese face, she was the college cook.
Stepping forward the women had a scowling face as she looked at me, I smile.
"Ah cook, looking as beautiful as ever," I said nobly.
"Ha, funny, what you want Leo?"
I looked at the selection of food before me, "Your finest mash, beans, and sausage please malady."
She gave me a sour grin, "always the joker," she scooped up some mash beans and three sausages, "next!"
I moved away, she was right I am a joker, a funny guy flit and a charmer, but honestly a chill dude, and why? Because it was fun that really was the reason, walking away I made my way to my mate Matt but then I stopped, something in the back o my mind bugging me, something Matt said earlier.
Earlier he was flirting with a cute chick, and this girl as really into him, under twenty seconds she was eating out the palm of his hands (figuratively) she soon left heading to class, he nudged me saying how he going to use her to graduate from his virginity, that all fine by me, but what pissed me off was what he said, about how it was easy it was to use her, manipulate her, that's when it's too far in my opinion.
Standing there with a tray of food deciding where to sit, to pissed with Matt to sit with him there weren't many options...Until I notice a table in the corner, a lone girl sat, her eyes shifting like a mad mouse in an open room, watching people almost fearfully, she had a small plastic box that was crack in parts, eating a sandwich, she was...Really cute wearing this large dark blue hoodie with two points at the top looking like cat ears, she had her hood up trying to hide away inside.
No one was near or sat around her, she was completely alone, I felt bad for her I had a knack for remembering certain people but her, I've never seen her before yet at the same time I sort of do, like deja vu it was strange, should I sit with her? I'm not sitting with Matt and the other assholes, not my type of crowd.
Fuck it, why not I might make this girl's day, she could be really cool and to be honest...she could use a friend. Walking over to her table, she immediately notices me coming, her faces filled with dread as I came closer, arriving I sat down in the chair opposite her eyes sometimes meeting mine, closer now she had beautiful dark blue eyes, I don't think I've met someone with those eyes before.
Blue yes but dark blue like hers, nope, I couldn't see much under her hoodie only seeing hair that was long enough to sometimes covers her right eye, her eyes continued shifting, her whole clothing and style shouted punk yet her mood said the reclusive type, try and hide for existence, I've always had a good read on people.
"Hey," I said no flirting or charm.
She stared at me for a moment, "h-hi," she said quietly her voice was quite cute.
Grabbing my knife and fork I begin to eat, "So why you here all alone?" I said with a mouth full of food.
"I-I like being alone," she said again softly taking a bite out her sandwich.
"Really, it's a shame your quite cute close up," I spoke flirting a little.
She didn't blush she just gave a fearful expression, "y-you like my body?"
I raised an eyebrow swallowing my food, I've never had that response, some blush, some get pissed off but never fear I felt a little guilty saying that now.
"Err well...I don't know I think your eyes are pretty."
She looks sadden speaking quietly, "I hate them, they remind me of my mother."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said this girl clearly has problems, I thought about leaving this wasn't my business.
"D-Don't be, it's my fault...It's nice to talk to someone," she said smiling slightly but it quickly faded.
That fading smile, her previous actions, the way she said 'my fault', at that moment I didn't want to leave her it seemed scarily familiar to...Something I never thought would happen, there's something wrong with her and it's more than just something simple...It's something deeper and darker I could tell but didn't say anything, I just continued to eat.
"Why do you think it's your fault?"
Her beautiful eyes widen a little, seemingly unable to answer the question, "B-Because of what I said."
"Nothing wrong with what you said, but I'm not taking it back, you are quote cute," I said gave a smile.
Then she blushed for real it was sweet, finishing her sandwich, she grabbed her box placing it in her tatted old backpack I noticed her nails were black, she stood wearing black leggings with a short black skirt she had a slim figure.
"I-I need to head to class...M-My name is Penny."
"Leo, I'll see you later then."
She hurried off staying by the walls, I continued eating, but as she left I noticed Courtney a sexy bitch with long dark blonde hair, nobody like her but she was so hot so no one would really say no to her she was a part of the cheerleaders so it made her popular, she walked out with her lackeys leaving a shiver went down my spine...Poor Penny.
Lunch was soon over, making my way to class watching people go by, I shivered as I saw Matt chatting with the girl again, leaning against the lockers smooth-talking her, she blushes and played with her blonde hair.
I patted Matt on the shoulder, "Dude come on we got class."
He turned seeing me grinning, "Yeah, yeah sorry beautiful class is calling."
"Oh ok we can talk later, right?" she asked.
"Sure babe, cya."
The girl gave a wave, so did Matt as we both hurried off, once we were far enough away Matt opened his gob.
"Hook, line and sinker buddy, looks likes I'm gonna be getting some pussy while you'll sit around and cry."
"Fuck you," I said in a joking manner, "She looks like those type that will just blue balls you when it's about to happen."
"Oh trust me it will be so fucking easy that dumb bitch has already fallen hard for me all I need to say is some romantic mumbo jumbo then she'll be sucking my dick at the ring of a bell."
Again I shivered at his twisted words a part of me want to say something but I knew it would just fall on deaf ears, seeing my class I split off.
"Whatever dude cya."
"Cya," he says walking off.
Entering a large room with several small levels of desks going higher and higher, the desks were long and curved, chairs placed accordantly, on the board my Math teacher wiping away the felt tip numbers preparing for his next lesson.
Seeing as the room is so big you could really sit anywhere, I normally sat around the middle or the bottom, but looking at the top I notice a familiar figure in the top corning away from everyone, cute little Penny hiding away under her hoodie.
I made my way to her, she rested her head in her arms, sleeping I guessed as I slowly got to her, sitting at the back next to her seat she hadn't noticed me, I grinned.
"The view up here is really great," I whispered.
She shot up surprised the hair covering the right of her face moved and both her eyes stared at me in shock, I smile finding her surprisingly cute.
"Hey there Penny."
She looked around panicking seeing if anyone else was nearby as if waiting to get her, I raise my hands gently.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa calm down it's just me."
She calms down a little but was still scared like a corned animal.
"H-Hi again."
"Hey, you alright?"
"Yeah fine," she said quickly quietly.
"Alright then," I answered not convinced.
People started coming in finding a chair, nobody noticed us, I realized I didn't really know what to say she seem to flinch at any word I might say, close to having a panic attack but at least she relax a tiny bit when I relaxed, I pull out my maths book, she pulled out hers. Like her bag it was tatted and ruined but it seemed held together with duct tape as if ripped multiple times.
I pulled out a basic case filled with pens, our teacher appears and he was a creep the type to kidnap a student and do horrid things too, he spoke to his students about what we would be learning...Algebra god what a boring subject like this damn class, looking over I noticed she was panicking looking though her bag franticly, she had no pen or pencil or anything to writer I felt bad.
"Miss Candle, why aren't you writing any of this, this will be on the test!" my teacher shouted up to us giving a creepy grin.
She panicked again clearly getting distressed I felt bad for the little girl.
"She's just catching up sir," I shouted quickly passing a spare pen putting it on her book.
She looked up to me confused at my act of kindness, I pointed to the book, she gave me 'are you sure?' face I nodded, her dark blue eye sparkled for a moment before fading looking to her book using the pen and quickly started writing and she was quite a fast writer, little Penny.
"Oh I see, if I'm going to fast please say something, Miss Candle."
She nodded nervously and continued writing getting all the information into the book, I ignored it and started writing myself he did say it was on the test, but to be honest whenever a teacher said '
this will be on the test
' it always never was, so damn annoying, Penny passed the pen back to me, both her dark blue eyes looking at me, I pass is back.
"Keep it I got spares, you clearly need it more than me."
Again she was surprised, "t-thank you, I-I'll make it up to you."
"Forget about it, Penny," I whispered to her.
