Love Comes At A Price

Chapter 3

"Let's just meet at the bus, I have some stuff to do," I'm standing at my locker with Anthony behind me.

"Alright, I'll save you a seat," he put his hand on my arm as he walked away.

I watched him walk towards the bus.

I really didn't have anything to do but I just wanted some alone time.

"Hey Aub."

I turned around to see my best friend, Kat Patterson.

"Oh my god hey!"

We embrace. I haven't seen her since last year, her parents banned her from hanging out with me. Apparently I'm dangerous or something.

"I saw you with that guy all day," she points to where Anthony went.

"Oh yeah I meant to tell you about him," I look down embarrassed.

"Wait do you actually like him," she puts her arm around while we walk to the bus.

"Well I don't know. Maybe," we walk out the doors to get to the bus.

"Ooh I'm pretty he likes you too."

"Haha I hope so. He's so cute and nice."

"Yeah he is. Well you have fun."

She went onto her bus.

I pushed my cross body bag up my shoulder. I walk with my head down like usually.

This guy on the bus I was passing sticks his head out the window.

"Starving yourself again."

I knew he was talking to me but I didn't look at him to give any satisfaction.

I got on my bus. Anthony saved me a seat by him. I sat down.

"Do you want me to make everyone stop saying rude things to you?"

"Oh no it's fine," I felt like everything was better when I was with him.

"Ok but if you want me to just tell me, promise you will do that," he rested his hand on my leg.

I looked him in the eyes, "ok I promise."

He took his hand off my leg. "Have you gotten this planner thing?"

He handed me a planner with our school name and mascot on the cover.

"Yeah actually it's right here."

I pulled it out of my bag while the bus started moving.

"Nice, so you know how you said I could, um come to your house today?"

"Yeah what about it?"

"Well I'd like to take you up on your offer."

"Oh uh alright."

"Wait do you not want me to come with you or..."

"No I do it's just," I fiddled with the end of my shirt.

"Can you expand on that for me?"

We stopped at the first stop.

"It's just my mom, she's pretty insane."

He looked at me with disbelief, "If she's anything like you she's not."

I blushed and changed the subject, "So at your old school were you popular?"

"No not really. I never talked to anyone but my two best friends, we were never apart."

"Oh you seem like the popular type," I looked past him out the window.

"I could say the same about you but you don't talk to anyone," he nudged me.

As you can tell I am the worst person ever to flirt with or even just talk to.

I laughed nervously while we walked off the bus.

This popular girl with her Starbucks cup in hand pushed me out of the way so she could get off the bus before me.

"Hey fuck off," Anthony yelled at her from right behind me.

"Her boyfriend is defending her. Hell I was surprised she actually got a boyfriend," she got off the bus.

"Well my house is this way," I pointed.

"Why do you just let them talk to you like that!" he practically yelled at me.

"There's nothing I can do about it."

"I can do something about it," he stopped walking.

"No c'mon it's fine," I grab his wrist and pull him forward by me.

"Ok but next time I'm doing something about it."

I let go of his wrist.

We walked past the next five houses in complete silence.

"Well we're here," I stopped in front of my American style house that was rather large for such a small family.

"Nice," we go to the door.

I unlock it.

My mom is standing in the living room supposedly exercising.

She hides her chips and pretends to be doing squats.

"Oh hi honey. Who is that handsome young man with you?" She says with a mouth full of chips.

"My friend Anthony, he moved here recently."

"Hello Miss. Hale," he waves.

"We were heading down to my room," I grab his wrist again and run down stairs.

"Ok no kissing," my mom yells eating more chips.

I shut my door.

"What was that all about?" Asks Anthony, sitting on my bed like an old friend.

"Oh trust me you do not want to know her," I sit next to him and lay down.

He looks at all the posters on my walls that cover up the hideous purple walls.

"You like Panic! At The Disco too?"

"Yes! They're great!" I have some enthusiasm.

"I like most of these bands in here," he lays by me.

"You don't seem like-" I stop as our hands accidentally touch.

I look at him and he's looking at me like he did it on purpose.

"Are you really doing this," I ask not moving my hand.

"Well unless you're not into it then-"

"No no I am it's just that I'm not good at flirting and stuff like that," I move my hand the tiniest bit closer to his.

"Let me teach you."

He held my hand, fingers intertwined.

"Since when are you such an expert at this stuff?" I look at him questioningly but in a flirty way I like to believe.

"Oh honey I've always been an expert," he leaned closer to kiss me which was hard since we were laying down.

The door bursts open and we scoot as far away as possible from each other.

My mom comes in with a tray of food.

"What in the heavens, you guys look like you've both seen a ghost. I've just brought some food."

"Thanks mom," I say like a smart ass.

She leaves and we both release a big breath we were holding in.

"Sorry about her," I sit by him again.

"Nah it's perfectly fine," he put his arm around me and I lay my head on his shoulder.

"She usually not this nice to me. It's probably just the fact that you're a guy and we're all alone...I mean who knows what could happen."

We exchange a glance.