"Hey, dipshit! Wait up!"
I continued walking. I never let people order me around and that includes Han – especially Han. I threw the cigar stick that just ran out in frustration. That was my last stick for the entire week and it's only fucking Tuesday. Fuck. I should stop making my own rules if I'm bound to break them afterwards.
"Forest Laken Young."
I stopped. Han knew I hated being called by my full name and she knows very well when to use it against me.
"You can hear me call out to you when I'm barely yelling but you don't when I do?" Han was already next to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulder as she dragged me to walk with her. I hated walking like this with her. It's only going to convince people more that we were lesbian couples or some shit.
"If you call me that one more time, I'm ripping your head off your body."
She smirked and tightened her grips over my shoulder. "Then maybe you should start paying attention to the only person who gives a shit about you."
I turned to her raising my brow. "Guess who gives a shit about people who gives a shit about my existence?"
"That guy who's always under your nose recently apparently."
I shook my head, sighing in annoyance.
Han removed her arms around my shoulder and gave me a sly grin. "What are you going to do with that poor guy this time? He seems pretty…" She paused. "Godly."
I looked away in frustration. The fact that we're talking about that annoying kid this early in the morning (it's eleven, by the way) was making my whole body warm up furiously. It's a good thing I haven't seen that guy since my first class because if I did, I would literally leave school and just ditch my other classes. Although yesterday he was pretty funny. Who, in their right minds, fall off their chairs alone? Fucking klutz.
"What's up with that dude? He seems persistent."
"Don't even start talking about that dog."
"I'm just saying, he might be serious guy you've always—"
"No one's too serious for someone."
"The same shit you said when Gavin was—"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Okay, okay. Whatever." Han flickered her hand, rolling her eyes. "We missed you at Xander's party last night." Of course this is what she actually wanted to bring up until this moment. "Where'd you went?" She asked but I kept a straight face and kept walking. "Or did you went to a better part with better, you know," She grinned. "…better candies?"
"Whatever I did," I paused, "I assure you that none of it is your business to mind."
She snorted out loud. "Okay bitch no need to be so spicy but anyway," I heard her sigh. "So Jaxon's throwing another party tonight. You're coming right?"
"Depends on the circumstances."
"What circumstances bullshit?!" Han hissed. "You even bailed last night. You got your good night sleep yesterday already so get your ass in Jaxon's party tonight, you weakling." She threw a teasing punch over my arm.
It'd be cool with me if I actually had my good night sleep. "And you're getting on my nerves. Fuck off."
She clucked her tongue in dismay. "How rude of you to talk to your only friend like that."
"Friend, my ass." I turned to my right and finally parted ways with the bitch.
"See you tonight!"
Nope. I answered in my head as I made my way through the crowded hallway.
"Ignoring me now huh?!" She still yelled and it echoed in the hallway. "Forest Laken Young!"
I turned around and saw her grin before running away. I grunted and proceeded to my class before I decide to run after her to beat her ass. She's lucky I'm in no mood to fight today because if I was, I would have wrecked her face the moment she first called out my full name.
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I was supposed to have a peaceful lunch but ever since this kid showed up, my lunch breaks are my worst nightmares – plus Chemistry class. Fuck this kid who doesn't learn how to give up. I couldn't even shoo him away now because I was too pissed that he's doing such a good job at disregarding my kind threats. I watch him eat comfortably next to me in my table. Like he wasn't even sitting with me. He was just fucking eating there like a pig while I'm here with nowhere else to go to. This was my table to begin with. I have every fucking right to stay here and he doesn't.
"Here." He suddenly brought out old fucking Mcdonalds from his bag and handed them to me in the middle of his meal.
I stared at the bag he was holding up in the air for me to grab but I ain't getting it. His arms can rot right here waiting. "You expect me to take that garbage?"
"Of course, it's food. No one calls food garbage except you." He laughed. "I found out yesterday that two sticks of French fries is equivalent to one cigarette." Is he fucking serious right now? "Just thought maybe you should change bad habits into something more appetizing."
I ran my tongue over my teeth and glared at him. "Is that supposed to insult me?"
He finally lifted up his gaze and looked at me. "It's only insulting if you find it offensive. Do you?"
My jaws clenched. The kid knows how to answer, I acknowledge that.
He slid the bag of Mcdonalds over to my direction. "French fries is best when they're still hot so you might want to start eating them before they turn soggy and all weird."
I frowned and pushed the bag back to his side. "I don't need your stupid Mcdonalds."
"Just take it. You ran out of cigar sticks right?"
I looked at him in confusion. How the hell—
"I noticed you only smoke about two or three days and sometimes it just happens in the first days on the week. It was strange but I realized you only finish a box of cigar for a week. You usually smoke before you attend your class before lunch break but you didn't today so I figured you already finished your box. Or maybe you're just saving the sticks for the next days. I mean, that's pretty, well, not healthy, but a healthy way to watch your cigar stick count, I guess."
I squinted my eyes. For a moment, I was scared for the way he's observing right now. People don't normally notice that habit of mine but he somehow did. This kid is interesting. He got me there. How interesting. "What are you really trying to prove here, Mike?"
"It's Mark."
"I don't fucking care."
"Well, for one, cigarette's bad for you – for anyone's health really."
"Who do you think you are, trying to stop me from doing what I want to do?"
"A friend."
I glared at him "You're not my fucking friend."
"Don't you ever say a sentence without having to use that, you know, the eff word?"
"No and you got nothing to do about it."
"That's one."
"Fuck off."
"That's not another word." He closed his mouth briefly before speaking again. "I'm just saying that if you still want to be with the people you love the most, you should at least take care of yourself and live long with them right?" The way he just fucking said that made it sound like he's a fucking fairy godmother or something.
"I don't fucking love anyone. Not even your stupid God."
He looked a little surprised but he recovered quickly. "I'll respect your religion."
I scoffed. "I am a fucking catholic, for fuck's sake."
He looked more surprised now. "I'll," he paused. "Respect your beliefs then."
"Even the most wicked demons on and underneath the surfaces of the Earth?"
He smiled, nodding his head like a fucking dog.
That didn't work. I thought it was going to scare the hell out of him.
"There must be someone you love. Even Hades loves Persephone."
I paused. I felt my stomach gnarl as I picture Polar in a bed lifeless. "Look, Mason." I slammed my palms over the table and glared at him. "Don't even think that you're having the slightest chance of being with me. I've seen better guys than you and I turned them all down because I fucking despise creatures of your kind. Save you fucking heart and screw away."
"I would but the thing is, I'm not Mason." He continued eating calmly. "Besides. I'm not hoping for a chance to be with you because I already am with you. I just want to be friends. There's really nothing wrong with that."
When will this guy stick in his weed brain that I will never acknowledge him as my friend? This is making me even more frustrated than having to deal with creatures like him. I should just fucking ignore him by all means. I should.
"And I'll only get more annoying if you ignore me."
I turned to the guy furiously. Fuck. This one's smarter than I thought. If there's something I really hate the most, it's the annoying smartass ones. "Then so be it. I'll just have to lay my fist on your precious fucking angel shit face." I threatened but the kid fucking smiled and looked at me with him dumb face.
"You wouldn't do that though." He looked up to me and smiled wider. "You only hit people when they do something wrong."
I tried to hide how surprised I was by this guy – I'm getting too surprised by him and I don't like it.
"Am I not right? You have your own sense of justice."
I don't fucking like it one bit. "You don't fucking know that."
He let out a small pathetic chuckle like a girl in pig tails. "I know because you even saved me that night."
That night? What the actual fuck is this guy saying? Is he actually a drug user and he's just fucking high the whole week?
"That night they were forcing me to drink that stuff in a red cup. You came up and drank it for me. You even glared at me."
I creased my brows. When have I ever— No shit. Is it this guy? Detective Conan kid? Holy fucking shit. So this was the nerd that Walter was messing with at that shitty party. I crossed my arms. Funny how my memories are so clear when I picture notes and lectures but never to people. I guess the alcohol's a big effect. "That night, I didn't want to see a cockroach die just because he can't even handle himself."
"You're not even denying it. Cool." He looked back at his food and I was confused. Why would I deny? "What if you were pregnant and I tell you that I'm the father because we were wasted last night?"
What the fuck? I crouched away in disgust.
"This is why you shouldn't believe people too easily."
"Seeing you at the party is a fact. Me, having sex, is not a good example because even if I was paid to have sex with a billionaire with jaw dropping looks, I still won't do it."
He looked at me with a smile, then he nodded. "See. You're a good person. You just don't want to admit it."
I looked away in regret. Why did that even came out of my mouth after just telling myself to fucking ignore the kid. Fuck. This isn't going the way I hoped. "I'm not and you better stop talking to me. I hate having to deal with this kind of attention everyday just because a popular jerk like you is sitting with fucking Lucifer's daughter."
"So you know,"
"So of course I know! They amplify their fucking whispers like they don't fucking know!"
He smiled wider. "I'll leave you alone now," Finally. "So you can eat comfortably." Fuck. "I'll see you at Chemistry class later." Yeah, no. Don't fucking bother – the way you never bothered me before.
I wasn't even heading to my Chemistry class enthusiastic anymore because I knew the kid would be there to annoy the hell out of me. I've done everything in my power to try and scare the shit out of him but they never worked on him as opposed to other guys I've dealt with for the past years. Maybe I should think of something bigger now. Maybe I should kidnap him or something or make it look like I'm going to kill him so he can stop.
"You are to finish the test in thirty minutes and by the time I start this timer, your thirty minute starts." Well, no shit. "Go!" Not even a countdown. Okay. Fucking tests and bullshit.