Jun shook her head a little relieved he hadn't tried to force her away. She reached out her hand and nudged him a little. He was nicer than she first thought he would be. She had been scared to talk to him for a while now in fear that he would reject her words and lump her in with the rest of their school. The way his voice boomed through the library sent little chills throw her, never had she thought his voice could rise above his normal tone. She had flinched slightly, but more because it reminded her of her father yelling at her mother right before she left and didn't come back for months. She wasn't sure if she wanted to run and write about the encounter in her journal, or continue the conversation. Instead she pulled her headphones from around her neck and unplugged them from her mp3 player. She placed them around his neck and placed the cord in his hand.
"You need these more than I do," she said with a calming smile plastered to her face, "I plan on making you my friend and I don't want them using me to get a rise from you."
She refused to be used as another excuse for violence. Her parents had put enough of that blame on her without any hesitation. Every time her mom hit her father it was because Jun had mentioned something in passing conversation. Every time her father got into a drunken brawl at a bar it was because she made him drink. She wanted Kenton to associate her with kindness and affection, not slander and rage. She didn't want his voice to raise the way it did a couple minutes ago because people had nothing better to do except pick on them. She pulled her hair up into a pony tail so that she wouldn't be able to hide from the insults. "If they're going to hurl them at us I might as well take the hit with him," she thought as she looked around.
Befriending Kenton would be liberating. She would be going against the accepted norm at the school and she didn't want him to think she was embarrassed about it. She leaned forward again to whisper in his ear, getting a little closer than last time, "We can be outcast together. I never really liked these people anyway." She sat herself down at the table beside her and the two students who had been there previously quickly got up and left. She gestured with her hand for him to take a seat. She wanted to pick his brain a little. The only things she knew about him were all made up stories from her mind.