dinohigh, no humans allowed!

suarastar- triceratops-

her pov-

Was this monkey really talking to me? He kneeled next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. He was wearing a tennis cap and a mask that covered his face.

but his eyes smiled. She felt off by it. It was that uncanny, carnivorous, smiling gaze. She couldn't tell if it was fake. or if all their expressions hid their inner danger.

He continued saying many nice things that made her feel better. It was comforting that he made her feel safe. but she couldn't help feeling vulnerable, and something was telling her to run away while she could. probably because he was a carnivore and she was an herbivore. those primitive urges so strongly yelling at her in her mind to run. to find a herd of her own kind. But how could she do that when it was her own kind that did this to her? that made her feel so dangerous. 

Everyone was beginning to gather around, asking her if she was alright. Wiping her eyes, she tried to get up. She felt so embarrassed looking this way. Her impression of being a strong, noble species was shattered. the illusion broken by her own kind lashing out at her for something trivial she didn't understand.

They were dinosaurs of all shapes and sizes, even non-dinosaurs. She at first felt disgusted. but then thought to herself. well.. At least they care to see me okay? Maybe they aren't that bad. I mean, they are the best of the best for their own worthless kind. So, of course, at least these few types will be good enough to act civil. She caught herself using that word. She felt dirty. She felt wrong. She had begun to talk like the people at her mom's work. referring to her mom behind her back as not like other trikes...

my hair. Was she seriously mad about my hair? She had said that out loud by accident. The crowd gawked at how shallow the other girl was and shot her angry glares as she hurried off. one of the students scribbling on their notepad, then licking the page with their long tongue. slapped a piece of paper behind her back that said, Kick me, but I guess she didn't notice since she walked off without removing it.

The crowd chuckled, doing their best to keep it down. That sort of cheered me up a bit. as I let out a muffled bout of laughter, doing my best to cover my loss of composure with a hand on my mouth. but it was pointless since the laughs flowed freely.

The human looked at me, unexpectedly saying some uncharacteristically nice things for his monkey kind. Hay, its okay, he said. We know you do not like those triggas. You're one of the good ones. your civilized. He said that last part with a lot of pride. but it made me feel bad. and I didn't want to feel bad. I knew he meant well. but some parts of me hurt a little.

but at least it was an attempt. I hold on to the urge to correct his wording, like my tutor told me: the public was no place for social change. Social change happened in quieter places, like at work. or in Congress. or in bed. I blushed at that last part, remembering the dirty joke the tutor said afterwards.

holding my cheeks as they blush red from my internal embarrassment at my own thoughts. The human misinterprets this and thinks I blushed at his compliments. boys are just? so easy to please. They take any small amount of affection and think it's aimed at them. Or maybe it was just because he was a human. I wondered how starved for love his kind was.

I frowned as I noticed him recoiling back. Oh no, I've scared him. He was already standing up and walking away. mumbling to himself.

I could hear him over the crowd dispersing around me, but only faintly. 

what! that isnt what did i say! How could I blow it?

He looked so cute being flustered. It was like a guy who fumbled his shot at a girl. I hadn't really seen a boy this upset about saying something wrong. It looks like he was the type to think about stuff over and over before doing it. then beat himself up over it and think about it at night while staring at the wall until the sun comes up.

I put both hands on my cheeks. I was wondering why I was letting myself think this way about a monkey. He looked so clean. He smelled like flowers. He dressed well. Even his way of talking was so refined and caring. It was kind and also knowing. It was the voice of a person who said things because you needed to hear them even if they didn't mean it all in their heart. It was the level of apathetic maturity that reminded her of her tutor.

oh goodie. He was a mature boy for his age. She wondered what it would be like to have a boyfriend with more experience than her. Maybe this whole dating and relationship stuff in high school would be easier that way. but she caught herself. She was following him without him knowing; close behind, he was too lost in his thoughts. to realize she was trailing behind. But was it really a good idea? to go for a human.

well. No, but dating other dinosaurs wasn't a good idea. They had too many differences. She remembered what her mom had used. humies once her dad left them. and her mom had only good things to say about monkeys. At first, she didn't realize it and thought it was gross. but her mom said she would understand when she was older. But had she gotten older already?

She looked at him as he stopped. suddenly turning to stare at her. like he snapped out of his thoughts. but it was also seeing her reflection upon opening the door in the classroom. Looking behind him, he eyed her. but forced his head away awkwardly. trying to break eye contact.

She knew from years of looking at her mom's work. that the human was lost in thought about stuff. maybe even about her. she blushed. It was a good feeling for a girl to be gawked at. This is the most she has seen a monkey think they have this dim-witted look of a souless animal normally. but this one was just so unorthodox.

The classroom bell jingled. class had started as everyone took their seats. one vacant one next to the human as people fled from him, scared of his presence. Did she even have one? history class. She couldn't remember. but I guess she could always pick and choose. She wanted to study this "thing" a little closer. It's like he knew what to say. Did he experience this before? Did he just comfort people a lot? That was a heartwarming thought, but an even more bittersweet one. behind those jaded eyes. What did he say to me? What he wanted to hear from others for the longest time...