Chapter Two
As soon as I stepped out I realized that is was pouring like mad. I must have been too preoccupied with my thoughts to realize the massive storm going on outside.
It didn't seem like the storm would stop anytime soon so I decide to make a run for it. I have a 'reserved' parking space so I was fairly close, although it took about two minutes to become fully drenched in water. I sigh. My poor car.
I settle into my car, shivering from the cold. I put my heat on blast and pull out of the parking lot. I notice that everyone is running to their cars in hopes of staying dry. One kid even slips and falls in a puddle. I chuckle.
I'm only moments away from leaving the school when I see someone miserably walking through the rain on the sidewalk beside my car. I slowly drive beside him to get a closer look and through squinted eyes I see that it's Alexander Wells. I didn't really know the kid aside from what I've heard people say. They said something about him being snooty and antisocial.
I don't know what compeled me to stop beside him, but when I do, I find myself rolling down the passenger side window.
"Hey, asshat"! I yelled over the pounding rain. He stoped not sure if my voice was directed at him. He turned towards the passenger window and bending down, probably trying to see who was behind the mystery voice. He sees me and looks at me with a confused expression.
"Yeah you, get in", I yelled over the pounding rain.
Still confused he asked, "Why?"
Seriously, he's asking why as it's shitting buckets out?
"Dude its pouring out, but I mean if you wanna drown in your own self pity, that's cool". I shrug.
"Aren't you worried I'll ruin your precious car?" He says with a smirk.
I glare at him, and he decides that getting in my car is a good idea. By now his clothes are soaking wet. I glance at him and realize that maybe my poor seats didn't benefit from this soaked figure. I shook away the thought. The poor kid could have died of hypothermia or something. It was seriously freezing out.
I start to drive not knowing what to say the to guy. I threw him small glances as he looked out the window. He glanced at me when I looked away.
"Where do you live?" I ask him as I look out to the road in front of me. It was hard to see where I was going as the rain struck my windshield.
"Near the old Chapmen Church, do you know where that is?" He asks monotonously.
"Yeah I know where it is, it's the same way to my house", I say with an equally monotone voice. He really didn't seem like a friendly guy, but who was I to judge? I don't exactly give off the most inviting aura either.
We began route to the old church in silence. I couldn't help but steal tiny glances at him. All I know about him is what I've heard from others. And what I've seen in the library.
I know he's from England and that he transferred here towards the end of our junior year. He had no friends and barley talked to anyone. They say he ate in the bathroom because he's such a loner, but I knew that was a lie. He ate in the library. I know because I'd go there a lot during lunch when I didn't feel like listening to the trivial conversations of my friends.
He always sat in the last isle, all the way in the corner. I won't lie and say that didn't peak my curiosity. Sometimes after he'd get up, I'd go pick up the book he previously had in his hands.
What can I say, I'm a bored guy.
"Do I turn left or right?" I ask at the intersection passing the church.
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