Chapter 8: First Time Friends

LILY'S POV

I and the weakling get to the first floor and we hide behind a big pillar when we saw some teachers talking to themselves close to the gate. I make sure all attention isn't on us, and walk towards the back gate of the school.

Luckily, we get there in time and climb the fence out of the school. Like a cheetah chasing its prey, I pull myself and the weakling into a run. Straight to my abandoned house, we stop in front of the hut.

"That was one hell of a run," he says, gasping for breath. His blue eyes turning darker in color makes me a bit scared but it quickly changes to normal. I scoff at him and open the door of the hut.

"Why are we here? Why did we have to sneak out? Why are we skipping classes?" he asks.

"You should ask one question at a time, weakling" I yell at him. His questions are getting too much and irritating. He can just ask one after the other, why in a rush?

"Weakling, huh? Is this why you brought me here? To ridicule me? It's Emal! My name is Emal!" he yells at me making me flinch.

"Why are you shouting at me? Does that description not fit you well?" I fire at him. I know I'm not supposed to do that, but I am angered by him. No one dares to shout at me like that.

He turns around, walking away from the hut. I see a flash of hurt in his eyes which makes me guilty.

"I am a fool for trusting someone like you" he mutters and walks away.

I know I hurt him with my words, but my pride won't let me apologize and set things right. Five minutes after he left, I begin to hear screams and noises.

"What's going on?" I become curious.

Making my way into the woods behind the hut, I see the weakling being bullied. A group of youngsters are ridiculing him and he didn't even lift a finger. At least, he should defend himself. The thought of leaving and acting like I didn't see the scene crosses my mind, but I am not taught that way.

I rush to the spot, sending one of the boys flying in the air with a kick of my leg. Gravity works on him and he hits his butt hardly on the ground with a painful yelp. The weakling looks at me angrily, after the boys all scurry away.

"You should get that bruise treated." I say after him hoping he would just let go, but he turns a deaf ear to me. I wanted to say something again, and he stops in his track.

"Thank you," he mutters and I was dumbfounded. I do not expect him to thank me after hurting him earlier. I only want to make things even between us by helping him.

He continues walking, and I run over to him in no time. For some reason, the urge to help him overcome his problems hit me. Probably, it's because I have never felt attracted to someone like I feel towards him. Biting my lower lip, I have to swallow my pride. I run over to him, holding his hand.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way." I apologize. He looks at me with a side of his eyes and my knees buckle. I guess he's really hurt by my word and still angry at me.

"It's not your fault, I should be blamed for thinking I can at least make a change with you. I thought you really cared and you will be different from them all, but what was I expecting?" a lone tear drops from his left eye and acute guilt fills me.

"I'm truly sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I didn't know your name and I'm used to calling people I don't know with things they are described with." I explain, trying to make him understand and forgive me.

He looks at me for a while, before finally speaking. "It's alright, you don't have to worry about it. I'm not mad at you."

He turns to leave again, disengaging my hand from his. I don't want him to go, but I don't know what to do. I have to come up with something.

"Can we be friends?" I yell after him and he stops. Thank goodness it works. I walk over to him, looking straight in his eyes.

"Can we be friends?" I repeat, searching his eyes for a possible response.

"Do you think our friendship will work?" he asks doubtfully. I know it's because of his past experiences but he should always hope for positivity in his life.

"How would you know if you don't try?" I ask in return.

"I'm not so good with relationships. I don't know how to speak freely and I get hurt a lot..." he looks at me and disengages his hand one more time. "...you don't have to make friends with me, I'm used to being by myself."

"I have never had a friend too!" I stop him and his eyes widen. I think he doesn't believe me, but with time, I can get him to see how my life really is. I just have to get this over with. Come to think of it, I really need a friend and I think he'll make a good one.

"I'm also the same with you, but you should try to change your thinking for better. Let's give it a try and grow stronger together." I persuade him with nothing but utmost sincerity.

He sighs and finally put on a smile which didn't last long. From the look in his eyes, he is kind of scared and my interest in him begins to grow. I would love to know more about him, though not for bad intentions. I just don't know, and I can't describe how I feel at the moment. Just so and so.

"Alright, it's a good idea."

I hold his hand once again, and he looks at me. A part of his lips is bruised and some unhealed bruise lie on his chin and cheekbone.

"I've got a first aid kit, let's get you treated." He nods his head and we return to the hut.