Love Comes At A Price

Chapter 2

"Why don't you tell me more about yourself while we have some time?"
he asked.

"Well, most people hate me."
"Seriously how can they hate a girl like you?"

"I'm pretty terrible once you get to know me. So beware," I'm dead serious but he has a little chuckle.

We stop at his locker.

"We're here."

He reaches up to his locker which is luckily on the top, he's at least 6 feet tall.

"So what's your first class?" I ask.

"Um, math with Mrs. Sienfield," he says looking down at his binder which he is now putting in his locker to get in his backpack.

"Really? I have her too," I'm actually smiling a bit since I'll know someone in that class.

"Sweet maybe we could sit together or something," he suggests.

"Yeah totally."

He locks his locker and we walk around in the halls before the bell rings.

"So I see you like Green Day," said Anthony pointing to my shirt.

"Well yeah they're awesome. Do you like them too?" I pulled at my shirt on the bottom.

"Actually they're not half bad," he winked without looking retarded...why can't I ever do that?

I laughed while staring down at the ground.

Someone passing by the hall yelled, "Whoa Aubree actually laughs! EMO!"

A few people around laughed but we just kept walking.

"Is everyone always this mean to you?" He actually seemed genuinely concerned.

"Well yeah but I'm used to it by now." My smile quickly faded.

The bell rang three times telling us to go to class.

We went back to the class and sat down right by each other.

"Hey emo shit get outa here," said this guy that sat down near us.

"We were here before you so you can move," said Anthony raising his voice.

"Awe her boyfriend is defending her," said another girl.

"He's not my boyfriend," I yell jumping up.

"Whoa c'mon sit down," Anthony puts his hands firmly on my shoulders.

I sit down blushing slightly.

The second bell rings and the teacher stands up starting the lesson.

I get trapped in my own thoughts and start doodling on my paper. I drew a girl crying...well I guess I might actually be depressed based on this.

"Pst," Anthony hand me a note while the teacher is turned away writing on the white board.

I grab it with my pen still in my hand. I open it up as quietly as I possibly can. All it said was "sorry about embarrassing you earlier I hope you don't mind."

I glance at him and he's looking at the teacher. I write "no it was fine. They couldn't care less about me being embarrassed, they wouldn't stop anyway."

I passed it back without being caught, well except for by the same guy from before.

He raises his hand, "Um are we allowed to pass notes?" He smirks at me.

I deliver a glare right back to him. But fortunately the teacher ignores him.

Anthony gives me the note.