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3. Leo

"Have a nice day!" I said to the woman as she walked out the door, giving her my best practiced smile. As soon as she was gone, I laid my head on the counter, releasing a breath. It was finally closing time.

Don't get me wrong, the bakery I worked at was my favorite place to be.

To be fair, any place that wasn't my house was my favorite place to be. Besides school, maybe.

Having this thought, I'm reminded of the bruise on the side of my shoulder that I had tried to suppress the feeling of. I winced, having a flashback of what happened this morning.

-

"Marco, please. Let's just go. You're gonna get yourself landed in detention again." Miles was trying to pull his friend away from me and the corner they had backed me into.

Thank you, Miles, I silently pleaded. Although, at the sight of Miles with his hands wrapped around Marco's bicep attempting to pull him away from me, I felt my heart pang.

Marco gave me one last hard shove into the locker behind me. (Hence the bruise on my shoulder.)

The two walked away from me, and Miles shot one last look of guilt back at me. It made me furious.

I didn't want his pity anymore.

-

When the school bell finally rang signaling that it was over, I couldn't help but be glad that it was so close to the end of the year. I could have all summer to do whatever I want. I wouldn't have to be at home, or school. My two least favorite places.

When I walked out of my last period, I caught Miles out of the corner of my eye. He had a girl pushed against a locker. She wore a big smile, and her pretty face was dusted red.

I was used to seeing this occurrence, often with different girls. I kept walking on, wanting to get out of the crowded hallway.

But Miles must have seen the glance I gave him, because he came trailing after me. He always seemed to. I tried not to let him catch up, but his legs were much longer than mine. He easily got to me.

"Hey," he said to me, not even trying to cover up the fact that he was flushed from previously kissing that girl.

"Bye."

I had tried to put an end to that conversation. After what his best friend had done to me, I didn't want to be around Miles anymore. I didn't want him to have an affect on me anymore.

"Leo?" He said, sounding upset. But I knew it was out of selfishness. Because I knew Miles better than anyone else.

I rounded the school building, trying to get to my bike so I could go home and forget all about today. I knew it'd be more difficult than that though.

Miles grabbed my arm and gently pushed me up against the wall of the building, like he had to the girl in the hallway.

"Are you okay?" The concern on his face evident.

I shrugged. I didn't know if I could get any words out without word vomiting.

Or actually vomiting.

He leaned closer to my face, "talk to me, Leo." His overgrown, dirty blonde hair ticked my forehead a bit.

I had nothing to say, so I opted for looking at his lips. They were eye level with me, after all.

I guess he took that as a sign to kiss me. I let him.

It wasn't the first time this had happened, after all.