Ajax was incredibly bored while he waited by Yesim's locker. He eventually pulled out his phone and started playing candy crush while he waited. It was a good game to pass the time. he sighed and checked his watch. Where could this damn woman be? What was she doing that was taking so damn long? He decided if she didn't show up in the next five minutes he was leaving, and he so wanted to leave. He had a bed calling his name. He scratched at his swollen eye, wincing at the pain.
(Srry, I'm on the bus and I'll respond when I get home)
Yesim quickly made it to her locker and was surprised to see Ajax, playing a game on his phone while waiting for someone. None of his' friend's locker are near mine, right? I hope not. Or is he waiting for me? What am I thinking? That's stupid. "Umm, hello…?"
Ajax looked up from his phone when heard her voice. He sighed in relief. "Thank god, you were taking forever. I was just about to die from boredom." He exaggerated. "What in the world could have taken you so long to get here?"
"The teacher wanted to talk to me about something. Why are you here?" Yesim asked, looking a bit confused as she turned away and put in the code to open her locker.
Ajax ran a hand through his hair, causing it to point every which way. It made him look more boyish. "I just wanted to check up on you, make sure you're alright. And to make sure no one else is bullying you. You may have a stupid name but that's no reason for anyone to pick on you."
Yesim looked up at him and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "This doesn't feel right, do you need something from me? Since when did you start caring if people picked on me or not?" She asked curiously. Why is he like this? Everything is confusing.
Ajax raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I care? Just because I don't like you doesn't mean I'd let someone bully you. And I never noticed you before, I didn't really want to notice you before, but now I kind of have of to so…."
"Okay then…? Also, what do you mean by you didn't want to notice me before?" Yesim asked, opening her locker and putting away her stuff. Her locker wasn't decorated that much, she only had a few photos, a pencil cup, and a mirror.
"You're not my type. Why would I notice you? I couldn't give a shit about what you did. Now I'm conveniently your partner so I have to notice you. And I've noticed that you get bullied and you don't have a backbone. Which you should really work on by the way. If you're intimidating, they'll leave you alone. Take it from me."
"Of course, not a lot of people notice me. I'm not smart, or pretty, or unique, I'm just that one girl who's in the background," Yesim said sarcastically with a slight laugh, quickly putting some folders and her sketchbook in her backpack before taking it out of her locker and slinging it over one shoulder, closing the locker shut and heading towards the main doors.
Ajax frowned. He took a step and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. "I never said that. I just said you're not my type. You're a very attractive woman, though your name is a bit of a turnoff. What kind of is Yesim anyways? It sounds like yes ma'am but faster."
Yesim yelped in surprise when Ajax grabbed her arm, her face turning pink. "Oh-um-thank you…? Also, I didn't get to pick my name, but I do know it means jade."
Ajax smirked when he saw her cheeks tinged pink. "Then your parents should have named you Jade then. So much easier." He hummed. "That's what I'm calling you from now on. Yesim is too much. You're jade now."
"Okay then…? I don't really care what you call me." Yesim replied. "Also, can you let go of me now?"
Ajax released her arm. "You never did tell me how you were doing. Are you alright? No one messing with you?"
"Yes, I'm alright. No one is bothering me." Yesim quickly said with a slight laugh. "Can I go to my house now?"
Ajax nodded. "Yeah, sure. I'll see you tomorrow." He gave a jerk of the head as a goodbye and walked towardas the exit
"See you tomorrow." Yesim replied, glancing at the clock and realizing she was already late. She speed-walked out of the school then started sprinting towards her house, hoping his dad wasn't awake yet.
Ajax buckled his helmet on before mounting his bike. He turned on his motorcycle and sped out of the parking lot. His bed was calling his name. And that's exactly he did when he got home. He passed out on his bed.
Yesim quietly opened the door, crossing her fingers and hoping her father was asleep. She tensed and shyly walked in as her father stared at her, he stinked of booze and was all over the couch. He's always here. "I-I'm sorry, I can explain. First, this teacher wanted to talk to me about a project then a guy held me up for a few minutes." She quickly lied, well half-lie.
Ajax didn't wake up until far into the night. Once he awoke, he found he couldn't go back to sleep. So he carefully climbed up to the roof to star gaze and await the rising sun.
Her father got up and walked over to Yesim, a broken beer bottle in his hand. Yesim tried backing away but she was already up against a wall. Her father grabbed her collar and pushed her to the wall. "I told you not to be late, and what do you do? You come home late. Do you think I'm just going to let you waltz in here? School ended 10 minutes ago." He yelled at her, shoving her to the side of the wall.
