22The cold bar pressed against his stomach as he peers over the railing.
"One jump..." He mutters to himself. " One Jump and I end it all."
He lifts one leg after another over the fence and sits on top, not bothering to grip or hold on to anything for support. Closing his eyes, he lets the wind push against his body.
"Cold?" A gentle voice calls out, riding on the waves of the chilly autumn air.
"Like summer in hell." He replied without moving to see her never failing smile.
A sudden powerful gust of wind blows from behind him and a smirk appears on his usually down-trotted face. Time slowed down as he was tilted forward, but a tug of his shirt sends him backwards and he collides with the concrete with a thunk.
He opens his eyes from his place on the floor and muttered, "You bitch."
"You know, when somebody saves a person's life, then the person is supposed to say Thank You."
"I suppose it's an unwritten rule then."
"That's right! Also common courtesy." She replied with enough warmth in her expression to melt Antarctica, and if she's lucky, his heart. "Makes sense, don'tcha think?"
She bent down a little to get a good view of his face then offered her hand to him, but received nothing but a glare from the boy in return. He knocked her hand away and helped himself up.
"No, that's bullshit." He responded, the cool wind surrounding the both of them like a cold, yet comforting blanket. And she giggled.
Though his face showed no expression, he stared at her with puzzlement. Everyday she offeres a smile and friendship and every day he pushes her away with cursing and pessimism.
"Why the hell are you here?" He suddenly asked out loud to her, catching her by surprise.
"Hmm?" She questioned.
"Why don't you leave me alone?" The boy explained.
There was silence among the two. The wind howled as the five seconds of thinking passed.
"Well, because you want me here." She stated.
His face drowned in honest confusion and just a twinge of anger. "How the hell did you get that idea?" He spat out. After all the put downs and name calling, she thinks he wants her? "You're fuckin crazy." He added bluntly.
"Maybe..." She laughed. "Or maybe in love, but I guess "love" can classify as crazy."
"Oh?" He challenged. "Who's the lucky guy?" Unknown to him, jealousy built up inside, an emotion that might convert to rage and would most likely get him in a fist fight again.
She laughed. "You are a moron."
He was about to retaliate with a comeback, but realized that the topic has switched completely.
"You have managed to change the subject. I applaud you." He sarcastically remarked.
"Why thank you. I learn from the best."
"What's that supposed to mean? Wait hey, don't fuckin change the subject anymore!"
"But it's true, isn't it?" She pressed on calmly despite his slightly vicicious looking expression. "Whenever we're talking about you or something relating to your life, you change the subject."
"I don't bloody change the subject. You just ask stupid questions! Why do ya gotta be so damn nosey? You're spose to be in class right now anyways."
"See..." She pointed out before he could utter another sentence.
Automatically but unconciously, he had avoided conversing about him like so many times before. He kept his mouth shut.
"I already told you. You want me here, so I won't leave."
"When have I bloody said I wanted you here?"
"You never said you didn't."
He stopped to think and found it out to be true. All the people who approached him were sent away with continuous vulgarities or violence until they stopped trying. But she never stopped, and silently he knew that he was glad.
"Do you like me?"
He looked up from his concentrating gaze on the ground before his feet due to his surprise, but didn't say anything.
She smiled. "I'm glad."
"What?! I didn't say anything!"
"I know, that's why I'm glad."
"I don't understand you."
She giggled. "I know you. You're always saying stuff like, "Don't ever talk to me." or "I don't wanna see your face again." to other people, but never have I heard them directed towards me."
He was touched, but replied, "You're fucking scary."
She felt unsatisfied with his response and walked closer to the railing.
"What are you doing?" He cautiously interrogated, hoping his suspicions were false.
"Gonna jump." She replied bluntly, swinging her leg over the top.
He dashed over and hastily snatched her arm. "Don't you fuckin dare."
"Oh, you can, but I can't?"
"It's...It's different in my case!"
"How so?"
"You got people who care about you! Friends...family!"
"And you got me." She offered with a smile.
Silence clung to the cold afternoon air once more as they both mentally contemplated on eachother's feelings.
"You like me, don't you?"
He pulled her off the death rail. "I don't hate you."
"Ok." She smiled with satisfaction, understanding how much improvement he has made from when they first met and he never uttered a word or even sound. She unattatched his hand from her arm then headed over to the door leading to the school.
"Where the hell are you going?" He asked out to her retreating form.
"To class." She stated simply before shutting the door quietly behind her.
Now he was alone again with the wind. He glanced back at the railing he once relied on for relief of the world, then back at the door where she dissapeared from. A minute later, a second pair of steps could be heard.
A/N: I quickly wrote this last night. It was basically just a spontaneous thought I had to write down and expand on. Not sure if anybody noticed, but they don't have names at all in this little chapter thing. This was just an idea for a fic. Hope I didn't bore anybody to death and please check out my work in the future!