When I met you (Vincent x Scott)

Chapter 3

Scotts POV:

I watched as Vincent walked away from my porch, waiting until he was fully out of sight before I went back inside. He looked back at me a few times; surprised to see me still there. Don't ask me why I was still watching. I honestly don't even know. The more he's scared of me the more I don't have to deal with him. Was he even scared? I don't know... I hope he was. Anyway when he was gone, I went back inside and walked upstairs into my room continuing what I usually do when I'm home alone. just ..lying in bed. Thinking about life and all that good stuff. It's not like I had anything else to do. I mean I like to read but before my dad left he took away all my books. You know how I was talking about how my dad basically shit on my dreams? Yeah, those were my dreams about being a scientist. That was a while ago though. I know I should just go to the library and get more but...I don't feel like it. Go ahead, call me lazy, or boring I don't care. There's no point. Why care, if life is just about working and then dying in the end? I don't see the point in working toward my dreams if I'm just going to die one day. To make it worse, I don't even know when I'm going to die so I might as well just give up. Usually, I just stay up all night thinking before I fall asleep. But this time it didn't take me long. The next morning I had school. So I woke up at 6:30 am to get myself ready. I walk downstairs to see my mom already at the door waiting for me.

"Common kid I don't got all morning," my mom says, her hand on her hip. Looking already irritated. My mom had her hair in two long black braids and was wearing a long T-shirt with jean shorts and boots. It looked like she was about to go somewhere.

"Where are you going at 6:39 am" I walked up to her putting on my shoes and grabbing my backpack.

"Meeting with a friend. What you think because I'm a mom I can't have fun anymore Scott?" both of her hands were on her hips now. I couldn't tell if she was trying to be funny or insulting. I can never tell with her.

"I never said that," I say, opening the door and walking to the car. I went through the grass on the way. I guess it rained because it was wet. My mom was following close behind me. I knew she was already going to start complaining. She does this every morning.

"Why do you always have an attitude with me? it's not like I don't take out time to hang with you. I'm just really busy."

I turn to her. "Yeah getting drunk and meeting guys is you busy. Is that what it means to be busy mom?" She was quiet for a second.

"Well yeah.." she says, her arms wide trying to defend herself.

"Mom the only time we spend together is when you drop me off at school." my voice was louder than I wanted it to be. This was taking my saved energy to at least talk to Fritz.

"Your so fucking ungrateful! That's still better than no time at all" she stated. Not like it was a good one.

"If you think that's any better than no time at all, Grandma must've really fucked you up Mom" I don't know why she looked shocked as if she didn't do anything to hurt me. I hate it when she acts like she's innocent all the time.

"What? How could you eVer sAy that AboUt grAndMa?! You Love Grandma!" At this point, she was speaking loud enough for the neighbors to hear what she was saying. Why was she so dramatic. I never said I didn't love Grandma.

"I never said I didn't!" I tried to defend myself. Not like it was gonna work.

"I don't wanna hear it you walking to school today." she pointed at me and walked to her side of the car mumbling to herself as she got in. I watched as she turned on the car and drove off. The smoke from the car getting in my face making me cough. She was driving toward the old Jr's bar she always goes to. I sigh and start walking to school, trying to calm my nerves so I won't be too tired to talk to Fritz. I've known Fritz since I was in kindergarten. Me and him were kind of forced by our school to be friends because we were the nerds of the school. He was more of a computer science guy and I was more into biology. But they couldn't tell the difference. In their eyes, we were just two weirdos. But for some odd reason, they seemed to like Fritz more. I guess they thought he was cooler because he knew how to screw in a nail and tie his shoes with his eyes closed. I could do that last one too but they thought it was cooler when he did it. All that love went to him I and I just got shat on. As much as I wanted to stop being his friend it's not like the bullying would get any better so I didn't. The bullying just got worse over the years and the school sucks so bad they pretend they don't see anything. My mom doesn't even want to believe I'm getting bullied so she doesn't have to deal with it. Fritz well... he cares, he just doesn't wanna put any effort into actually defending me because he likes all the attention he gets, and if he does they'll stop liking him. The most he'll do he tell them to fuck off and that's it. Once I got to school I walked to my locker and put my backpack away. Some kids would walk by and say things like 'How's your dad doing Scott?' or 'Love your glasses' like 90 other kids in this school didn't wear glasses. Fritz being one of them. I saw him start to walk towards me.