Trusting You, Falling After

"Promise?"

"Come on, man," Andy groaned at the lunch table. "I only got a minute to talk to her."
"That's your fault for wasting your chance," Nate retorted, flicking his blonde hair out of his blue eyes. Tall, huge, muscular, he dominated the chair he was leaning in. "You can't just be an idiotic fucker and blame it on us."
Jack leaned back unconcernedly. "Here's how I see it. We each got one chance, and Andy, you blew yours."
"That's not all he can blow," one of the cheerleaders at their table muttered. She was sitting on Andy's lap, eating her food with picky fingers.
Nate laughed, his own cheerleaders fawning over him. "You did her already?"
"Fucking right I did," Andy snapped.
"Calm down, bro," Jack groaned, tipping his water into his throat. "It's Nate's turn now. You can't change that fact."
"Damn right he can't," Nate added, flexing his muscles as he stretched. "You watch. I'm getting her by the end of the period."
They watched when he sauntered over to her. Watched when he sat down. And laughed when she completely ignored him.
Nate returned to the table just as the bell rang. "Fuckers," he muttered, causing his friends to laugh harder.
"Finish your food, Nate," Jack commanded, chucking an apple at him. "But you might want to have an empty stomach when I bang her in a week."
*
"Where's the bathroom, mom?"
"Down the hall, to the left."
The brown-haired boy gazed around the bathroom with his emerald gaze. In this place, the term, "fit for a king," could not have been better placed.
The tub itself was filled with hot, steaming water, the showers were next to it in separate stalls, and the sinks were giant basins that could hold around two gallons of water. All in all, it made Rory less angry about moving. But he wasn't going to tell that to his mom.
Moving to a separate room, connected by a small hall, he discovered the sparkling toilets and relieved himself of the long drive, anxiety, and his thoughts.
Twenty minutes later, a refreshed and towel-wrapped Rory made his way back to his room.
"This place isn't too bad," he muttered to himself.
"Glad to hear you think that," his mom said, blowing hair out of her face.
"What the fuck, mom!" He managed to keep from jumping, and glared at her. "You don't just sneak up on a person."
"I'm tired of your attitude," she snorted. "I'd like to see it disappear."
He made his way to the connected room, 3F. "I'm tired of this place," he grumbled. "I don't see you making it go away."
"I got a call from your father," she said quietly, appearing by his side. "He says it's urgent."
Reluctantly, he grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey, son."
"Dad."
"Listen, um-" there was a pause, and Rory pictured his dad running his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, kid."
"About?"
"About- is your mom there?"
Hesitating, Rory nodded. "Yeah, it's on speaker."
"Laura, can we have some father-to-son time?"
"Sure," she answered. There was an unconvincing brightness in her tone when she added, "Just got to unpack some things; I'm busy anyway."
"Bye."
"Bye!"
A crackling was the only thing that showed Rory his dad was still on the line. "If you're not going to say anything-"
"I'm sorry I messed up," his dad said suddenly. His tone was earnest and sincere. "Listen kid, that day-"
"I'm Rory. Not just some kid, dad," he interrupted softly. "And you didn't just mess up with me."
"I was drunk. You can't blame me," was his dad's defense. Suddenly feeling an intense surge of dislike, Rory held the phone as far away as possible from his face. "Dad, I have to go. If you want to apologize, don't tell it to me. Tell mom. And we both know you're lying. It wasn't just that one time I saw you, dad."
"Kid-"
"Bye."
With a shaking hand, he cut off the connection and leaned his forehead against the wall.
What do I do?
*
What are they doing?
Andria was being bothered- no, harassed, by the Jocks. First, Andy. Then, at lunchtime, while she was clearly talking to some of her nerdy friends, Nate had just sat down next to her. She ignored him, which was the most she could do other than a flat out "go away." Which, of course, was too bold and would ruin her life.
But now, now, this other Jock, this Jack, approaches her by the lockers and looks at her body. She shyly tugged at her collar and shut the locker before walking away.
"Andria-"
"School is almost over," she whispered. "I can't talk now."
"Andria, listen."
He caged her in, his black locks falling over her face, leaning forward. Closing her eyes against his intense black gaze, she slipped out from underneath his arms and made her way to her room.
"Meet me after school at the Bench," he pleaded, running after her. She shook off his hand and kept going.
"What have I ever done to you?"
The question made her stop. "What?"
"Why are you ignoring me?"
Because, she wanted to scream, you're harassing me. Let me go!
Instead, she said quietly, "I have to go to class."
"I'll stop bothering you if you meet me."
She looked up into his gaze and regretted it. His deep black pools of eyes were capturing her, and she shook her head slightly to get rid of the feeling. "Promise?"
He nodded slowly.
"Promise?" she repeated.
He let out a low breath. "Fine, Princess. I fucking promise."
He let go.
And with that promise, she made her way to the last class of the day with a heavy heart, and a feeling that she was going to regret it for a long while to come.
***
Do you trust him? I don't- um, I mean, haha you believe what you want.
Don't worry about Rory, he's coming in soon :)
And Jack, well, he's the only one who's managed to capture her interest.
Who shall win this competition for the nerd~
Comment on hated characters, vote if you liked, and I shall see you next time!