The Other Side

Chapter 6. The Pendant.

(A/N: Dis one is a loooong chapta-oooooo.)

"Wanna talk about it?" Damien asks, watching as I yank the passenger door open and throw myself angrily on the seat. He's holding an empty gun case thing and filling it with bullets. Why is he such a gangster? It's 2023 for goodness sake.

"No. Just drive," I gruff out and growl at the annoying sound of my bloody phone pinging relentlessly.

"You should probably look at those messages, sounds urgent," he suggests as he loads the last bullet.

"No, I don't okay. Just drive, please," I grumble and put my phone on vibrate. The happenings of the week have finally gotten to me. Neils's stunt was the last I could take.

He looks over at me and shrugs.

"Okay," he says as he places the filled case thing in a square container with many other case things under his seat. He starts the car and pulls out of the school parking lot.

"I will never understand why you need so many of those things, or why you need any ammo at all. This is like the safest neighbourhood probably in the entire country," I mumble.

"They're called magazines and maybe so, but there are weirdos in this world and you need to be prepared to bump into one or a few," he replies as if that is the most normal response.

I roll my eyes as I unbutton more of my shirt and turn up the AC. It's really hot, damn. He probably won't notice the mark since it is on the right side of my neck. Good, because he would not like to hear about Neil tattooing me without my knowledge and then denying that he did it, even if for some noble mission. We sit in silence for a few seconds before I give in and glare at him annoyed.

"Yes, I do wanna talk about it, Daem. Can't you read the room? You're supposed to ask me a couple of times before just giving up. What's wrong with you men these days? You guys are like zero effort and all stupidity. What the heck?" I take a deep breath as Damein takes a turn on the road, side-eyeing me with a raised brow as I continue my ranting and venting.

"This week has been crap. Some new kid is freaking me the hell out and Neil was a complete bum ditching me at lunch to hang out with this new kid who is freaking me out." I gesture with my hands from side to side to emphasize.

"I was planning on making the announcement about Saturday's game with Neil at lunch today before we went to get take out but NOPE, didn't get to do that cause my butt was ditched!" I scoff and throw my hands up.

"I flunked a quiz Monday because apparently, I need a drug test ASAP and Mr Stanley honestly made the make-up quiz so unbearable by constantly asking me questions about why I flunked in the first place.

I eventually just told him that listening to him talk gave me Alzheimer's because I can't keep up with his accents! I know that's horrible shade to throw at him but he gets on my nerves! I mean, who does that?? He does the accent thing on roids! And boy did he not take the shade very lightly," I let out a bitter-sweet laugh when I think about the words. 

"No pun intended. And then guess what happens after that?"

I pause and look over at Damien, annoyance oozing out of my every pore. Damien side eyes me again, expecting me to continue but I want him to ask me what!

"GUESS WHAT, DAMIEN!" I bark, turning in my seat and gripping the dashboard with one hand.

"Ah! Shit, sorry." He feigns fright. "Yeah, what? Damn."

"He gave me freaking detention, dude!" I throw my arms up again in exasperation and slump back into my seat. "Me, Damien. He gave me detention. Does he know who I am?? This is your fault!" I seethe.