Nike is a nerd, and a jerk. A jerk that says, does, whatever is the most harmful for a reaction.
Tristan is a player. One that makes up stories along the way with every lover of his, and with multiple people at that.
The two have hated each other s...
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Aching headache drums in my head. I'm so glad I got out of that hellhole.
I step into the bus station, about a dozen other kids, teachers, and randoms waiting for the buses. The station's four large benches are occupied to the brink.
Cars are a luxury around here. Families, or singular people can't have more than one car, and for an average family of four you all have to sell two kidneys just to be allowed to get a car loan for a pissy one.
I walk a little bit off the curb. A red double bus driving towards the station.
The overcrowded benches are not going to be free anytime, and my iron level is already dropping.
"Hey Tris boy."
I turn around to find the girl from class. The one who took my seat in L.A.W. Unlike everyone else she wasn't in our homeroom, nor our other classes besides L.A.W and she sounds exactly like that girl in math.
"Yes?"
A huge smile appears on her face, "so your name is Tris?"
"Only my mother calls me that and only she can."
"Mother."
I know I said certain words weirdly, I said mother deeper than other words. Can't describe it more than that.
"That was unnecessary immature of you to say," I say, moving a bit back.
"Heard you were going on a date" she says, walking in front of my face.
"Who told you that?" I move away, away from her face.
"Frightened?" she laughs, "yes I'm, now who told you that?"
"Jord."
"You guys' friends?" I ask, she nods.
"Why were you so frightened?"
"Well, I hadn't told you, did I? And you're up in my personal space like we're friends or something," I say, putting my hands in my pockets.
"No," her brows furrow, half lid eyes looking deep into the ground.
"What's your name?"
"I guess he didn't tell ya about me, I'm one of your friend's exes." She looks up at my eyes, a warm smile on her face.
"Nike," she says, as if it's a mystical wonder.
"You must have been real desperate."
Her smile sours, "why do you think that?
"Because Nike is disgusting. One with standards would rather eat an alive slug than be with him. You must have been real desperate."
Her eyes widened.
"Were you manipulated by him?"
"I wish. I fell for him, and he pursued it."
"Where are you from, a fictional romance book?" I chuckle.
