Crossing paths

It's crazy

Fuck. I'm so fucked up.

This is crazy. Ethan Wilson is crazy. This jerk, seriously. I AM crazy. Yes. Yes, I am. For getting involved in Wilson's shit. Damn it! Fucking bastard!

I couldn't hold in my frustration as I stood right in front of our homeroom's door, regretting my whole life's decisions. The rage I had pilled up towards this guy would probably explode, if he appeared anytime soon, of course.

It's been over 18 minutes now since all the classes for the day ended. And he still hasn't shown up.

He forced me into this, now he's left me stranded?! No way in hell I'm becoming this asshole's toy.

Nah, I'm leaving-

"What on earth are you doing here?" A voice that's been nagging on me all day, was heard, stopping me dead in my tracks.

"Huh?" I muttered under my breath.

"I was waiting for you at the school gates. Were you standing here this whole time?" My now life's biggest nemesis replied, giving me a confused look instead.

OH MY GOD!!! The nerve of this guy!! Sometimes, I seriously have the sudden urge to grab him by the collar and send him to the heavens.

Come on. Come here, you little jerk. I'm gonna strangle him and-

I didn't even realise I was so mad, my body was actually moving to him.

"You good?" He asked suddenly, shaking me off of my murderous thoughts. His brow arched up.

"Do I look good?" I said ironically, rolling my eyes.

"Definitely not." He was fast to reply.

I shoot him a scowling glance. "You better shut up now before it's too late." I said, threatening him.

A few seconds passed, as I sensed he was holding on a laugh.

I swear to god.

I felt so strange as we started moving, walking next to each other down the corridors. All eyes on us. On him.

Up until now I've seen his worst side of him. He's been giving me the cold shoulder since the very beginning. But to others he was someone else. Someone worth admiring. He's managed to keep up with his model student image successfully, convincing everyone around him to it. Everyone loved him, liked him, found him funny.

Well, but so you know this guy is nothing like you think. Ethan Wilson was a crazy bastard, that drove a motorcycle, even though he was underage. But I, myself really didn't know anything about him. Who's the real him? How did he become a model student? Or anything at all. He was like a stranger to me.

How can I let such a person let me down? How did it end up his way? I mean, he REALLY is crazy.

Why would he involve my family in this mess? Isn't this between just the two of us? This is unfair, dammit.

I came to my senses, as I realised we were at the parking lot. Wait, what?

I was a bit confused as to what exactly are we doing here, on the opposite side of the school's entrance.
The parking lot was behind school, so we had nothing to do in here.

I finally got a glimpse of Wilson as I caught a wicked grin on his face.

"Well, last time you couldn't, but you should now." He said, a bike behind him.

No. No, this guy can't be serious right now.

"Are you kidding?" I said, trying to comprehend all this.