~Chapter 2~

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~Arora's POV~

After a full 2 laps around the whole school I stepped outside once more. Finally seeing the  dark shade of Seaside Blue. I starting jogging to the Trans Am, thinking of what would happen if we were late again. But a voice stopped me dead in my tracks,

"Nice frisbee flamer."

It was Patrick. I could hear his smirk from where I stood my face scrunched in disgust as I turned around before hearing a,

"You s-s-suck Bowers!"

My head snapped into he direction of the voice. Knowing that it was Bill.

"You s-s-s-say something? B-b-b-Billy? You got a free ride this year because of you little brother. Free rides over."

Henry smirked stepping closer to the shorter boy. A light blue uniform and black hat cught my eye. I looked over to see none other than my dad. 

"Henry, don't."

I warned my blonde brother slowly stepping closer to him. When I could finally reach him I said,

"Dad, 10 o'clock."

Henry's face washed to fright as he looked over at his father, before quickly faking a brave face to Bill and his friends.

"This summer's gonna be a hurt train. For you and all your faggot friends.'

He licked his hand before dragging it along the side of Bills face. Bill's face scowled at the bowers boy as he wiped his face. The Bowers gang  walked away leaving the youngest one behind.

"Get in the car Arora. Remember dads right there don't make this harder on yourself."

Henry yelled. I looked at the losers club, only knowing one of them.

"Sorry about him guys. He can be a real duche bag."

I said as I rocked from toe to heel. Just as I was about the walk away Bill spoke again

"W-were going to the b-b-barrens tomorrow wanna c-come?"

I smiled at the gesture and said

"Ill try to come, what time?"

"10 o'clock hot stuff."

Shouted the one with big eyes, obviously trying to get all the attention off of Bill. I rolled my eyes and turned around. Walking to the Trans Am before getting into it. I played with the rip on my jeans while Henry yelled at me for talking to the losers but I just couldn't get the curly headed one out of my head. His hair was like noodles. Oh! Noodle head? Noodle boy? I like Noodle head.



A/N: Don't forget to vote and Comment! Tell me what you think so far! Also sadly this will be todays only update but I will try and update 2 or maybe 3 times tomorrow Word count: 412

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