The Bad Boy Has Issues

Chapter 2

I sped up my pace  as fast as I can until my mothers voice start to fade out. I can picture her in my head shouting my name with anger in her face, all while my father stand beside her trying to calm her. I didn't stop running until I reach the Ava's house, the maids didn't even bother talking to me as its evident on how red my eyes are. I bet they're thinking how fucked up my family is.

As soon as I reach Ava's room, I didn't hesitate to cry while hugging her. I must caught her off guard. 

She started rubbing my back to soothe me. We stayed like that for a few minutes, when her door suddenly opened. Showing both of parents looking at me with pity, while her mother have her phone against her ear. She signalled something to Ava before exiting.

"Yes, she's here. She can stay for the night," Ava's mother said. Her voice slowly faded out.

That must be Dad...

"Hey, you okay?" Ava asked while holding my frail hands. Napatingin ako sa salamin sa harap ko, my eyes and nose are red from crying, my pink dress is all scrunched up. My small frame is evident with thin arms, I could almost see my bones poking out, I look like pale as a ghost. 

Ava offered me some water and a piece of strawberry cake, it took seconds before drinking it, avoiding the sweet treat. I could practically hear my condescending mother telling me how much fat that cake contains, making me want to peel through my skin, hating my own body.

A sixteen year old worrying about her weight and body. 

"Sorry for barging in," I said in almost a whisper. She squeezed my hand even tighter, assuring me without saying anything. 

Ava knows me well, how tired I am to hear people apologize after hearing my story, how I hate looking at them with pity in their eyes. 

I woke up with a warm blanket around me, I searched for Ava but she wasn't there. I wiped my tears, even in my dreams my mother still haunts me.

I stood up and tried to find Ava, I decided to sit outside in the garden. I always like this side of their house, ours didn't have a garden. Its evident how well maintained it is, I always see Mrs. Garcia planting here, or reading a book right where I sit. 

They would always hang in here as a family every sunday, while I awkwardly try to fit in their family. They always make me feel like I belong, but seeing them, watching them is a huge slap in the face. 

I curled up while seating, hugging my knees. 

I thought I was alone when I felt another presence. The smell of smoke made me scrunched up my nose.

I glanced beside me, Marco is standing with a cigarette between his fingers.  He's wearing a white shirt, pairing it with a black tattered pants. He's odly pale.

He looked at me while blowing smoke, he wasn't bothered by my presence. He even took a sit beside me, that made me sit upright. 

We sat there for minutes with only silence. Why is he even smoking, isn't he only seventeen?

"So what' your deal? Your dad didn't let you buy what you want? someone broke up with you? " Marco said like it was a fact. 

Napataas agad ng kilay ko sa sinabi niya. Who does he think he is? Inayos ko ang pagkakaupo ko at tinignan siya ng masama. Even with me shooting him with death glares, it didn't affected him in any way.

 He just lazily looked at me.

"Oh Ihit a spot," he said with a coarse voice. His

I looked at him with disbelief.