The way she looked at me, spoke to me. Stared me up & down...The object of...desire? So many emotions read through her beautiful sky blue eyes, like diamonds, I knew there was desire there. The way she held her head; that head of beautiful, luxurious long wavy bright red hair, as she looked at me.The tone of voice she used; soft, melodious, like every word she said to me came out as a peaceful ballad. I knew she liked me. But in her eyes, I also saw something I knew so well, something I not only knew, but had gone through, UTTER CONFUSION & DISGUST! Disgust in herself, confusion of her thoughts, her feelings, so new to her. I'd been there, not long ago. So difficult was that path, I had to help her. When she grabbed her crutches & ran out of the room, I knew it had something to do with me, or rather the thoughts racing through her mind about me. Iwas compelled to help her, maybe because I could relate, maybe because part of me was already falling for her, but anyway, I looked at Mr. Maveric, apologized, & ran after her. When I reached her, in front of the school, I caught her shirt & gestured for her to sit on the step with me. She didn't, saying only 1 thing before running off 'They won't want me' I ran into town after her, but even on those crutches, she was faster then I'd expected, plus I didn't want to force her to talk if she wasn't ready. Finally, in 'our' restaurant (where we met) I found her sitting there, thinking. I sat across from her & looked at her, I just waited for her to talk. Instead, she did the 1 thing I doubt, I'll ever forget: she grabbed my hand, & looked at me, with pleading eyes begged me, "Anaiyah, help me, why is this happening?" I wanted to cry because I knew that question so well. I couldn't anwer her, so I said so, also saying, "but I can be here for support Isabella, I care, & I've been through it" She leaned forward & hugged me tight,I swore to her I'd hep her, & I would keep that promise...if it killed me in the end, I didn't care.