Broken :: R.S.L - au {ON HOLD}

005

Once the bell went off for our last lesson of the day, I walked out as fast as I possibly could. Ross and I had made eye contact throughout the day, and the bumping of my heart wouldn't quit. It was thumping way too quickly that I couldn't keep up.

All throughout the day, I would catch glimpses of Hayley and Kennedy, and watch them for a brief minute before turning my head and walking away. I looked at Hayley's attire. A short, too tight, skirt that was a pastel pink colour; to top off her skimpy piece of fabric was a tight blouse that was see-through. You could tell by the way she would wobble, she was not comfortable in her two foot tall heels.

Seeing her face caked in makeup - as if Crayola tested all of their colours on her face - made me doubt everything I've ever known about her.

I sighed, immediately choking on the breath I just let out by gasping at the same time. "What are you doing?!" I screeched as I regained oxygen.

Ross smirked down at me and I rolled my eyes. "I need a ride," Ross replied, looking around as if someone were watching him.

"I'm sorry, I don't give out free rides to people who ignore me," I scoffed, rejecting his words.

"Hey, in my defense, you've been ignoring me, too." He was right, but I didn't want to agree with him.

I got into my car and was about to drive off when there was a tapping on the passenger window. With a swift move of my finger, the window moved down and I could see the pigmentation of Ross' skin much better.

"Yes?" I asked, bending over to get a better look at him.

"Please?" Ross begged.

"Fine," I gave in. He hopped in and stared at me a little bit before I backed up and drove off. "Now tell me, where is your destination?" I asked.

"Actually, your house."

"What?"

"Yes, Starr. We need to go there."

"Why?"

I could tell Ross was getting frustrated with me, just by the way he moved his head a certain way.

"Because, nobody will suspect anything if I'm there." I was confused as to what he meant but continued driving, nonetheless.

The drive to my house was silent; an eerie silence that was almost deafening.

When I finally pulled up in my driveway, Ross immediately hopped out and ran inside. This boy, the same one whom I've felt intimidated by his bad-boy acts, acts like he's been here before and lets himself in. My sister was over again and I know for sure she will wonder what's going on.

I locked my car, taking a sigh before entering our house myself. Tiffany was standing there, a distraught look plastered upon her pale face. "Starr, who is that?!" My older sister whisper-yelled at me.

"He's a guy from school; a bad-boy at that. He asked for a ride, I agreed, well . . . Here we are now." The summary of my sorry clearly confused my older sister more, but I shrugged her away and walked up the stairs to my bedroom.

Once I reached the top of the staircase, I could hear his heavy footsteps. Ross soon made it up to where I stood. For some reason, I couldn't move. My legs felt heavy. Even though I wanted to turn away, I physically couldn't.

"Why did you want to come here?" I whispered, taking in Ross' appearance.

He wore his usual attire - skinny jeans, a band tee-shirt (this one happened to be, Nirvana), and his regular, black converse. Ross and I were close enough to each other that I could smell him. He smelt of cigarette smoke, with a mixture of lilac perfume (Kennedy) and his normal cologne.

"I needed to get away," was all he said. I was confused, I had a ton of questions that needed to be answers.

Ross was pretty much a stranger to me - I've known him for years, but at the same time, I didn't recognize him. Ross wasn't the same Ross Lynch that everyone knew and feared. This Ross Lynch was the least bit of intimidating, he was kind of cute.

I hated Ross, more than anything, but right now, all I wanted to do was talk to him and get to know his story.

"Ross," I sighed after a while. Ross looked at me, hummed, and waited for me to continue. "Tell me about you, I want to know you more."

"Well, where do I start?" He lightly chuckled, though it wasn't sincere. "I was born and raised in Colorado with my three brothers, one sister, and both parents. We were all happy." I could see the smile on Ross' face begin and then fade away at once. "We decided to move out here to California, my dad wanted to get away for a while. At the time, I was only eight and I didn't understand much. My sister was angry, so she stayed isolated from us all. It saddened me, because I lost one of my best friends. Anyway, years passed and when my dad thought it would bring our family closer together moving out here, it only made us grow farther apart." I could see the anger on Ross' face.

"What do you mean?" I whispered, looking at my lap and playing with the seems of my shorts.

"I don't really want to explain it-" Ross was cut off by the ringing of his phone.

"Hello?... What do you mean?!.... Rydel, don't freaking play with me right now!.... Whatever, I'll be there in a bit.... Bye!"

Ross stayed put for a couple of seconds before slinging his phone to the ground and letting out a loud roar.

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to calm him the best I could.

"Please drive me to the hospital," he pleaded, looking at me with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Okay, of course." I got up and we ran out the door, going straight to the hospital.

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Whoa, I didn't die. What?

I'm sorry this chapter sucks super bad. I tried, but I haven't really written much in the past couple of weeks.

I also got news yesterday that school starts back on August 10th -.- ..

Ew.

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