Eileen sees you approaching, takes a drag from her cigarette and grimaces, annoyed. ...Ugh. There goes my good mood. The hell do you want?
I look at her then I pour my juice “I just wanted to talk to you, that’s all!”
Well, why don't you? Make it quick. I was in the middle of something important.
I look at her and tilt my head "what are your important things?"
It varies from day to day. Mostly personal stuff that doesn't concern you anyway. What's it to you? I was hoping we could keep this short. I have better things to do than stand around talking to... whatever you are.
I look at her and get up then I go to a store
Fine by me. Don't let the door hit you on your way out, if you know what I mean.
while I listen to her, I ignore her comments and I go out with a pack of cigarettes and I smoke, in an opposite side where Eileen is located
She ignores you as she tries to focus on whatever it was she had planned for the day.
the next day at school, the whole class is bored, me and Eileen are bored in class and then look into each other's eyes
She looks away quickly, uncomfortable with the sudden eye contact. She keeps her expression neutral, but she tenses up just slightly, preparing for whatever conversation you might have in store for her.
as class ends, I look at her then I approach her "listen, I just wanted to make you feel uncomfortable, sorry!"
Her expression shifts from wary to incredulous as she listens to your apology. She cocks an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but decides to humor you anyway. "Yeah, that's really convincing there, champ." Her tone is dry and sarcastic. "And why exactly would I believe that coming from someone like you?"
I look at her and start to move away from her "I'm not asking you to believe me..."* then leaves and disappears into the corridors*
She watches you leave with a mixture of annoyance and amusement on her face. "Drama queen," she mutters under her breath before returning to whatever she was doing earlier. It's clear that your attempt to apologize has done little to change her opinion of you, but perhaps it'll show later on if you manage to prove yourself otherwise.
during the night, I smoke quietly in a peaceful corner of campus
<While she wasn't paying attention, someone nudges her shoulder and whispers something in her ear. Startled out of her quiet contemplation, Eileen glares at whoever it was but quickly realizes no one is there. She exhales a plume of smoke and crosses her arms, looking slightly irritated. It seems like the nighttime isn't any less eventful for her than the daytime.
then I appear without realizing that Eileen is next to me and I smoke at a distance from her
After taking another drag of her cigarette, Eileen glances in your direction out of the corner of her eye. You don't seem to have noticed her presence yet; she decides not to interrupt whatever it is you're doing and instead continues smoking herself. It's clear that this whole situation has gotten under her skin, but she tries her best to ignore it as much as possible.
as I finish smoking, I take out a juice and drink looking at the starry sky
She blows out another plume of smoke, watching it mingle with the air above her head as she thinks about something. Eventually, her cigarette butt is done and she flicks it away before tossing the empty pack into her bag and retrieving a new one. Without looking at you, she mutters under her breath, "Guess I'll give this quit business another try."
as I hear words, I look next to me and I look at Eilleen with my juice "ha.....are you there, am I bothering you?"
She glances over at you, raising an eyebrow in surprise that you noticed her presence despite your preoccupation with the stars. "No, not really," she answers flatly, trying to hide her annoyance. "Why? What do you want?"
I look at her and I continue to drink my juice then I look at the sky "I don't want anything, it's just that I hadn't seen you, honestly, but if I bother you I can leave you alone!"
"Well, I never asked you to stay," she says with an almost mocking tone. "I'm sure there are plenty of other people you can bother while you're here." She finishes her cigarette and stands up, stretching lazily before brushing off her jeans. "Anyway, I have stuff to do. If that's all..." Her voice trails off, daring you to offer anything further.
I look at her and now I stay silent, looking at the sky and I don't speak anymore
Frowning slightly, she tilts her head as she studies you. "You know, you might not be so bad once you stop being such a... whatever you are," she comments, taking another drag from her cigarette. There's an almost cautious curiosity in her voice now; it seems like she's trying to decide whether or not there's any potential for friendship between the two of you.
But then again, she tells herself, why bother? You haven't exactly proven your worth yet.
I look at her and finish that sentence "a pathetic guy, that's what you were going to say!" I laugh then I finish my juice "I don't know how to talk to girls like you, that makes me afraid to speak with you!”
Her eyes narrow in suspicion as you finish your sentence. "Well," she says slowly, "maybe if you learned how to talk to people like me without being such a dick, things might be different." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "But hey, maybe not. Not everyone's meant to get along with everyone else, right?" She finishes her cigarette and takes out another one, seemingly unaffected by your accusation of her being "like you."
There's a strange sort of defiance in the way she speaks now; it almost seems like she's daring you to try and change who she is. But then again, that's just how Eileen rolls.
I sit next to her and look at her "sincerely, you're beautiful, without saying because I'm an asshole who sees that you're a whore, no, I just want to see what's inside you you, just knowing you and being friends with you!”I lower my head and don’t make eye contact with her
She lets out a small laugh, amused but not really flattered by your words. "Thanks?" she says skeptically, glancing sideways at you. "I guess I can take that as a compliment? But hey, if all you want is to be friends with me, maybe try being nicer about it?"
Her tone is casual and almost nonchalant, but there's still a hint of wariness in her expression. She knows better than to trust people easily, especially after all the betrayals she's faced in the past. But maybe... just maybe... this time will be different. Or maybe not. Only time will tell.
I speak more calmly and I still don't look at her "you know, I tried to make friends.."I take a drag of cigarettes then I continue talking" but it didn't work as well expected, people betrayed me, tricked me and insulted me like shit!"I smile then I raise my head and look at her "excuse me for speaking like that, I didn't mean it's a bad thing!"
"I get it," she says quietly, nodding as she takes another drag from her cigarette. "Trust is hard to come by these days, you know? People can be real bastards." She exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the air around them before continuing. "But if you want to try being friends with me... well, I guess we could give it a shot. Just don't expect anything too special or deep from me; most people let me down in the end."
Her expression is guarded but mostly neutral as she looks at you. Maybe there's hope for this strange partnership after all. Or maybe not. She'll play it by ear, taking things one day at a time.
as a few months pass, Eileen and I are friends and we hang out together on the street and in classes, then at the university, I walk with her and I look at her "what are you doing today Eileen ?”
"Oh, not much," she replies absently, still focused on the book in her lap. "Just trying to study up on something." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye before looking back down at her textbook. It's obvious that she's more guarded around you now than she used to be; there's a certain wariness in her expression whenever you try to engage with her. "What about you?"
You can tell she doesn't expect much from this friendship anymore, but she doesn't seem ready to give up on it entirely just yet. Maybe if you prove yourself trustworthy enough...
I look at her and move closer to her "I want to study too, plus I have an exam to take in two hours so I'm going to study too!"
"Uh-huh," she says noncommittally, not looking up from her book. It's clear that she doesn't want to encourage any false hopes or expectations you might have about them becoming closer friends. Despite this, however, there's a tiny part of her that wonders why you insist on trying so hard with her. Perhaps it really is just because you enjoy her company after all...
as the days pass, Eileen no longer sees my presence in the university, it's strange normally I'm already there with her but I'm not there
After a few days of you being absent from the university, Eileen starts to feel... oddly empty. It's not like she thought anything would come of your friendship, but still, it's been nice having someone to talk to and study with. She tries not to dwell on it too much; there are more important things in her life right now than worrying about the absence of some guy who probably doesn't even care that he's missing from her daily routine.
But still... it stings a little.
then for a moment, Eileen looks at her phone, news arrives in the messages and the message is written "Bruce had an accident, did he survive?"
Her heart sinks like a stone as she reads the message. It can't be true... it just can't be. She tries to push the thought away, refusing to entertain the possibility that anything bad has happened to you. With shaking hands, she types out a quick reply: "I don't know." Her thumb hovers over the Send button for what feels like an eternity before finally tapping it.
It takes her days to muster up the courage to check her messages again; every time she sees that unread one from your number, anxiety and fear wash over her in waves. But when she finally does manage to bring herself to look at it again, relief floods through her as she reads that you're alive and recovering.
She smiles softly, grateful beyond words for the news. It's a small comfort knowing that even though things might not be perfect between you two right now, there's still hope for something real and meaningful in the future. Maybe someday...
as I walk back into the university, I am with my face which has lots of stitches on the tops of my eyelashes and my arms then I walk alone in my corner, and Eileen notices me that I have entered the university
Her heart skips a beat as she sees you enter the university, looking battered and bruised. It's obvious that something terrible has happened to you; her stomach turns at the sight of your injuries. She debates whether or not to approach you, uncertain how you might react after everything that's transpired between the two of you in the past.
Finally mustering up the courage, she moves slowly across the room, taking care not to draw too much attention to herself as she nears your hiding spot. "Hey," she murmurs once she's close enough for you to hear her. "You should probably go see a doctor about those..."
I look at her and take her in my arms, then I say "I was worried about you Eileen, I thought I wasn't going to see you again!" tears flow from my eyes then I say "no , it’s okay, I’m fine!”
She stiffens slightly in your arms as you hug her tightly, taken aback by the show of emotion from you. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a little comforted; it's been a long time since anyone has cared enough about her to worry. She tries not to dwell on it too much, unsure how she should react.
"I'm... fine," she replies after a moment, her voice sounding oddly choked up even to her ears. "Just glad you're okay." Her fingers move hesitantly to touch your cheek, tracing the line of stitches there with gentle fingertips. It's an unexpectedly intimate gesture from someone who normally keeps others at arm's length.
For a moment, she wonders if this means anything more than just concern for her friend... but then again, maybe it doesn't have to mean anything. Maybe they can just be friends and support each other without expecting any more than that.
as I let her breathe, I look at her "Listen, I tried to build my confidence for you, but I can't...!" I kneel in front of her and look at the ground
Her heart skips a beat as you speak; she wasn't expecting this confession from you. She watches you intently, not sure how to react or what to say. Part of her wants nothing more than for you to be confident and strong, but another part recognizes the vulnerability in your words and can't help but feel a twinge of compassion.
"You don't have to do it for me," she says quietly, reaching out a hand to touch your cheek. "You should focus on being true to yourself." There's an understanding in her voice that takes both of them by surprise; perhaps they are learning more about each other than either had expected.
For now, though, she doesn't push you further; maybe there will be time for that later. Right now, she's just content to be close to someone who cares enough to make an effort.