legally mute // GxG, PAFP //

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    I tilted my head once more as she let go of my hand, a small frown making its way onto my face. I realized that my anxiety was rushing back at me like a train, my shoulders stiffening in fear. These people won't know me. They won't know about me. I felt myself freeze, unable to move into the door as I thought over my options. Finally giving into my anxiety, I quickly rushed down the hall in hopes of running back into her. I was relieved when I saw her, though I frowned a bit when I spotted the freshmen who seemed to be getting their lesson learned from Ash. I stayed back, trying not to show myself. I knew he hated me more than anything, probably even more than Ash. After a few moments of waiting I shyly creeped out, rushing over to her and taking her hand back, shyly holding it as I looked up with a look that showed my obvious anxiety. I held her hand tight, hoping she wouldn't try to take it back. God, I couldn't walk into that classroom. Now i'm here, holding this girl's hands in hope that she somewhat understood what I was thinking.

    I was on my way to my class when I suddenly felt someone grab my hand. What? I turned to see it was Quinn, "You have class." I said, watching her before searching her eyes. No, she didn't want to go in there. She didn't know anyone, that was the problem. Sighing, I rubbed my temples, "I can't do anything to help you, Quinn. I have my class I have o go to, and you have your class. What do you expect e to do?" what dd she even want me to do? If I skipped, I'd get into huge troube.... Then again... "Well, Where do you wanna go? Library?"

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    I nodded slightly when she suggested the library, glancing down nervously as she said she couldn't do anything to help. Had I done something wrong? She had been so nice not long ago, seemed very sweet. I guess I did something, as usual. I gave a small sigh, waiting for her to lead us to the library. I rubbed the back of my neck with my free hand before managing to take out a piece of paper and scribble some words onto it. 'Are you mad at me..?' I asked nervously on the paper, handing it to her and looking at her face for any expression.

    I led Quinn down the halls to the school library, sitting down at a table and watching her quietly. Ths was all I could do... She scribbled onto a piece of paper and I read it, forcing a smile to my face, "No." I answered softly, "I'm not mad at you." I let the smile fall and got some of my books, setting them down in front of me before sighing, "I'm not mad at you." I repeated. It wasn't her that I was mad at; it was myself for being the way I was. For thinking that I had a chance at gaining a friendship. It never worked, anyway. I either helped and they used me, or I tried to help and messed everything up. This was a case of the latter. I should have known better than had done anything in PE...


    I took a deep breath and glanced at her. She was going to ask who I was mad at, wasn't she? "I'm mad at myself. Not you." I said softly, running my hand through my hair, "I promise it's not you."

    [color=white] I gave a tiny scowl at her comment. Why would she be mad at herself? She didn't seem like she did anything wrong. Giving a hushed sigh, I sat at the table and began to once again gently scribble on the paper.


    'Why are you mad at yourself? You've been the nicest person here so far and I haven't seen you do anything wrong .' I passed her the sheet of paper, watching her carefully for any facial expression. I didn't understand as to why she had changed tones so sudden. Maybe she forgot some homework or something? Possibly a project?

    "Because I can't be who I am." I answered, looking away from her, "I can't be who I am. And because of me, you're going to be beaten by those jerks and I won't be able to do anything to help if you wanted me too." I gave a wry smile, "Besides, here I am, having helped you skip class. I'm sure your mother wont be happy with me for doing that." Shaking my head I looked at Quinn, "do you understand why I'm mad at myself now?"


    I pulld out my bok and opened it, staring blankly at the pages and then sighing, "I try so hard... But it doesn't matter."

    [color=white] I gave a small frown. She thought that it was her fault? I mean, she might of egged on those boys but either way they seemed to have it out for me, even without her being involved. I quickly began to scribble on the paper before handing it to her.


    'It's not your fault. They had it out for me anyways and will still have it out for me. And my mother isn't a stickler for class skipping as long as I manage to pass my classes.' I paused, scowling at her last comment. 'It does. You're the nicest person here so far. I mean, it matters to me.' I handed the scribbled extra note to her.

    I scoffed softly, "You're perhaps the only person who thinks that." I said, sighing a bit. I looked at her before searching her face, "Do you wanna just leave? Ditch school entirely? I mean... Have you seen the town?" If we left, that meant we could at least get away from those punks and I could show her around the town. Then we could decide how she could get to class without having an anxiety attack. MAybe that would be the best course of action? I ran a hand through my hair. yeah, that would be best. Then I could cool down and she could take her mind off of all of this.


    Besides, I had a bunch of things I wanted to know about; what was New York like? How long she'd been mute, things like that. Would she be offended?

    [color=white] I couldn't help but perk up slightly at the suggestion of just skipping the school day. It seemed much safer for the time being and lord I needed to get away from these people.


    'Yes please. I don't like it here at this school. No offense, I like you but not the teachers or school.' I wrote, quickly passing it to her before standing and stretching. I rubbed the back of my neck, waiting for her to show me out since I really wasn't that keen of this school. 'Also no, I haven't seen the town much.'

    That seemed to make her happier. I shoved everything into my bag and stood, slinging it overmy shoulder, "Alright, let's go." I said, offering my hand to her and giving a bit of a smile.. Now I was in my element. It'd be okay. She could get t know me and it'd be okay. I read her note and nodded a bit, "Don't blame you; everyone's either super cheery or they don't care. The principal, whats-his-name, is like that." I said, starting to lead her out of the library. I was lokoing around a bit to be sure hat we weren't gonna be stopped, knowing for a fact that either a teacher or some punk wuld be in the halls. However, if I needed, I'd say that I was 'showing Quinn around'. They'd never suspect otherwise, and I wasn't technically lying... "Well, It's not exactly like New York." I said, glncing back at her, "Much, much quieter."

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    I gave a shushed giggle, following behind her as she lead me out. I offered her my hand sheepishly, hoping she would take it. It was terrible, knowing that I looked like some little kid who wanted the adult to hold their hand for safety. Maybe that was why people found me immature? A little kid? Shaking the thoughts from my head I gave a small nod in agreement. I knew this city was far from New York and the atmosphere was so much more peaceful. I could hardly walk out by myself in New York without being threatened, pushed, or pick pocketed. Don't get me wrong, I loved it there. The lights were perfect and the city kept me hopeful but at some point it got too much for me and my mother. My father had stayed because of business but planned on moving here in a few months. Well, hopefully he still planned on that. It's been a week or two since I've chatted with him properly.

    I couldn't help but grin as she giggled, gently taking her hand and leading her outside, "aybe we culd get lunch at some point? I'll buy as long as you promise to tell me about New York." I said, looking at her and giving a grin, "Come on." I led her to my car and opened the back for our things to go in, thinking it all over. We'll end up just hanging out and I could drop her of later, "You sure your mom won't be mad as long as you get good grades?" I asked, walking with her and purring lightly.

    [color=white]I nodded at her suggestion, just in time for my stomach to let out a small growl. I blushed sheepishly. I hadn't eaten all today because of my anxiety of the new school and it was suddenly coming back to me pretty hard. I put my stuff in the back of the car, nodding at last comment. My mom was fine. She knew my anxiety and she didn't pressure me as long as I was making a friend or two alongside some good grades. I also was perfectly fine with filling her in about New York. It was fun talking about it, even if I had some bad experiences there.

    I smirked a bit as Quinn's belly rumbled, starting the car and glancing at her, 'no breakfast, huh? WE'll get some lunch." I said, looking at the road. I waited for her to tap my arm or something before I started driving, staring at the road, "So, basically, this little town was founded off of the railroads. Not sure if you saw them, but those railroads were used a long while ago to transport goods. They got rid of them a while back because we're not exporting anymore, but that's besides the point."

    [color=white] I blushed at her comment, almost as if she read my mind. I nodded shyly before scribbling down something, handing to her. It read, 'That seems pretty boring to be honest. Where are we going to eat?' I handed it to her, licking my lips slightly. Now that my mind was on food it would be hard to take it off of it.

    I managed to read her note, chuckling a bit, "It really is boring... We've got subway or a little burger shop. Preferences?" I asked, glancing at her, "If you like milkshakes, the burger place is to die for." I stopped at a stop sign, taking this chance to look at her, "Do yo want me to drop you off at home later? School gets done at three."

    [color=white] 'Burger place then. Please.' I scribbled out sloppily before handing it to her with a giddy look. I glanced out the window, eyes shining slightly as I glanced around our surroundings. It was peaceful and calm. Nice. 'If you can please. I don't want to rush to school just so I can be dropped off back there.' I added, handing it to her as I waited patiently.

    I glanced at the two notes when we got to a stopsign again, turning left, "To the burgers then." I smiled, nodding, "I'll definitely bring you to your place. Idon't care for school myself... Too many idiotic freshmen trying to pick fights." I said before turning into a little parking lot. The café was a little empty, but that was no matter; I was a regular here, and they knew pretty much what I wanted and which table I preferred, "After you."

    [color=white] // sorry for the wait! school has been pretty demanding at the moment.


    I gave another hushed giggle at her comment, nodding in agreement. The freshmen seemed very socially demanding these days, especially fight wise. It was like they couldn't go a day without trying to get into a fight- both verbal and physical. Once we got to the place I got out sheepishly, stuffing my hands into my pockets shyly before heading over to her. I carefully walked into it, looking around before glancing at Ash. Just like before I then offered my hand.