Chapter 12 Crash

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Hey everyone! Sorry for the long wait :( Hope you're all well and good ;) And I hope you enjoy this new chapter that I finally forced myself to write, I'm really sorry its so short

Chapter 12

"So you're the school bad boy eh?" Rosalie muses with a raised eyebrow, smirking as always. "Keep on bothering me and you'll soon find out," I mutter, lowering my head back onto the desk. God I hate this place. "How's Jake?" She asks, still attempting to strike up some form of conversation. Mr Graham mumbles on in the background, talking about some 'fascinating' maths equation that I doubt anyone cares about. "Fine," I finally reply, raising my head to glance at Rosalie before staring out the window beside me. The one day in about a year its actually been sunny and I'm stuck listening to some old geezer mumble on about maths. "Hey Dexter," I glance around to see Mia sitting at the table behind us, her dyed blonde hair glinting in the sunlight. I look away without replying. "I think it's really sweet you have a son," I whip my head back around to glare into her hazel eyes. "What?" how does she know about Jake? It's supposed to be a secret. "Your son. Jake is it?" She smiles, obviously taking pleasure in my discomfort. Rosalie's hand rests on my arm, even that doesn't comfort me. "Although, you can't be a very good father if you keep losing your own son."  Rosalie opens her mouth to defend me but I'm already up and moving. Mia cries out as I slam her back against the wall, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Don't say another fucking word," I shout, Mr Graham starts calling my name and a few seconds later hes inbetween us. "Isolation. Now."

"Fuck that," I shout back on the verge of killing both him and that bitch, his frown deepens when I make no sign of moving, Mia smirks at me from behind his back and it takes every ounce of my self control not to reach out and smash her smug little head in. Before I know it Rosalie is standing beside me, her beautiful bear eyes regarding us all carefully. "I'm not going anywhere unless that bitch is coming too," Mia scowls at me,

"You're mental. I didn't even do anything," she sniffles dramatically, pretending to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand. "Dexter out, Rosalie sit down," Mr Graham orders gruffly, Mia smirks victoriously. "And Mia, you might want to consider acting lessons." her smirk immediately vanishes as she stares up at Mr Graham in complete shock. Rosalie gives me a small shrug before sitting back down. The rest of the stupid class gawk mindlessly at me as I grab my bag off the floor and stroll out, slamming the door shut behind me.

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"Heard you got iced," Brody grins, using his special slang word for isolation. "Mia's such a bitch," I grumble following him out the student support entrance and into the warm sun. "Yep, I noticed." he pauses to light a cigarette before following me over to my car. "Say hi to the little guy for me," I smile as he mounts his black and red motorbike and it roars to life, "Pretty sure you should be wearing a helmet," I call over the deafening engine noise. He sticks his middle finger up at me before speeding away out the school gates. One day he's going to crash and that'll teach him a damn lesson. I slide into my car and start the engine, immediately the radio flicks to my CD and Keith Urban's voice begins singing 'Tonight I Wanna Cry', "I don't think so," I mutter to myself as I quickly flick to a different song using the dial on the steering wheel. James Blunt 'Goodbye my Lover' starts playing and I roll my eyes, what happened to cheerful pop music? Oh of course, this is the CD I played during my depression period after she left. I flick through a few more songs as I pull out into the evening traffic. "I give up," I whine angrily flicking the radio off altogether I turn my attention back to the road just in time to see a silver Volvo ram into me. I stay concious just long enough to see the car spinning as the windshield shatters and shards of glass cut into me from every angle, smoke billows out of the bonnet and darkness takes me.

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