Troubled Love

I groaned banging my head against the police cars window repetitively. There are a lot of things in the world that I hate, but anything to do with the style country is defiantly at the top of the list. For example country music. When you’ve been stuck in a car for about two hours listening to an old police officer singing- scratch that it was more like shouting- country songs probably older then himself you’re about ready to commit murder. Two hours may not sound like a long time to you; but I just got off a plane (which I’m terrified of) then got straight into a car, and this guy, this pain in the fucking arse of a guy is driving a lot slower than the speed limit, just to make the trip 10x longer.

“So, how ya liking Broken Arrow?” He asked turning the radio down so he hear my response. I huffed trying to block out his obnoxious country accent; I am going to lose my mind in this city. Oh wait, I apparently already have.

“You’re not a talker, aye?”  He said looking at me in the rear view mirror, “That won’t last long at that mental case of a school.”

I rolled my eyes meeting his gaze, “Mental case. Is it that bad?”

“Darn tootin’, I don’t know how they put up with that much trouble.”

I breathed deeply trying to control myself from somehow getting my hands through the steel mesh cage separating the two of us. If you haven’t noticed I have a short temper. But seriously, who says ‘Darn Tootin’? What does that even mean?!  Ugh, I just can’t wait to get to this stupid school and hopefully it won’t be full of country talking teenagers. My eyes widened as I realised that’s exactly what the place will be full of.

“Just send me to jail”, I said throwing my head back against the seat, “It’ll be less painful.”

I didn’t even have to look to know he was looking at me weirdly, “Now why would you want that?”

“Because I hate country accents”, I said opening my eyes to see his reaction. Nothing. He must get that a lot.

“Well you get straight to the point, don’t ya?” He said glancing at me quickly. I furrowed my eyebrows looking out the window seeing the building coming into view. It looked like a prison, even had barbwire fences.

“Yeah”, I muttered frowning, “You all say words that make no sense and always talk with a question at the end.”

He chuckled shaking his head, “That may be so, but our young are a lot more civilised then you city dwellers.”

“So...that means that there isn’t anyone from around here at this school?”

He looked me before pulling over outside of the building, “Darn tootin’.”

Again, really? I swear if I hear someone say that ever again they’ll end up six feet under. He got out of the car and opened my door so I could get out. Oh and no it wasn’t a polite gesture, I just can’t exactly open a door that’s purposely made so I can’t. 

My heart rate picked up as I got a closer look at the building, it was a gross grey cement color with bars on every window. The fence not only was barbwire but had security cameras placed at every point. Was this all really necessary? I gasped as I was shoved against the car with no warning and was patted down for weapons. Apparently so.

*Dean’s POV*

I smirked as Kyle continued to go on about his ‘near experience with death’. It wasn’t as bad as he’s making it out to be, but I won’t argue with the kid; he’s got crazy anger issues. Anyway so Kyle and I were ditching class and walking around the halls when a paintbrush came flying out of the art room, it flew straight past his head and landed on the wall beside him. It was hilarious though. Cassie rolled her eyes knowing nearly everything he was saying was a lie; after all she was the one who threw the paintbrush.  The two of them have massive issues with each other, but since I’m friends with both of them they have to put up with it. Cassie sat up as she looked out the window; not that you could see much through the bars.

Hers eyes widened as she kicked me with her foot squealing, “The new girls here!”

Tony, Cassie and I leaned closer to the window to get a better look, but all you could see were the guards checking for weapons. The girls that come here always get checked longer and the guards always use the excuse that they’re more likely to smuggle in weapons; but it’s just so they can feel up some younger girls. Finally the girl turned around fed up with the guards and stomped on his foot, grabbing her suitcase and walking into the gates. I could feel Tony tense from beside me which meant that he probably knows her. This girl though is beautiful and that’s only from long distance view.

“I wonder whose room she’s going to be in” Cassie said looking away from the window.

Kyle’s eyes brightened, “who?”

Cassie glared at him then quickly turned to me, “You and Tony should go make friends with her before the man whore over there tries to get into her pants. Actually who cares, maybe she’ll beat the shit out of him.”

I chuckled standing up with Tony, “I’m only doing this because you secretly love him.”

“Just. Get. Out”, she spat pushing us out the door.

I shoved my hands in my jean pockets as Tony and I walked down the hall in silence. This is expected with Tony considering he doesn’t talk. He can, but he’s from Holland and apparently a lot of people bullied him about his accent to the point where he decided to just not talk. It’s a pretty sad world when you get judged by where you’re from. He’s generally a happy person though; I think it’s become easier for him since he’s been here.

“So you know the new girl?” I asked looking at him waiting for him to sign back. I have a four year old sister who was born deaf, so I had to learn sign language which is great because I can actually speak to him.

‘I was somewhat friends with her step-brother’ he signed smiling slightly.

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked raising an eyebrow as he hesitated.

‘They didn’t get a long... at all. She hated him, I don’t know why though. I don’t think anyone did’ He signed looking at the ground after. I nodded smiling as we reached the entrance. Principal Bennet was speaking to her and handed her a big folder and keys for her dorm. She was a lot pretty up close. She has coffee colored brown hair and large sapphire blue eyes that could stand out a mile away. That wasn’t the only thing that stood out though. She had a scar dragged down from the side of her neck past her collar bone and even though her eyes were beautiful they held pain and arrogance. She just seemed like a bucket full of secrets and it intrigued me. Her eyes shifted from Bennet to me and she smiled a little before he distracted her again. She quickly walked away from Bennet as he finished talking, dragging her suit case behind her and walked towards us.

“You guys don’t happen to mind taking me to my dorm, yeah?” she muttered obviously embarrassed that she had to ask for help.

“No” I said shaking my head grabbing the folder off of her, “its fine, this place gets a lot easier to work out after a while.”

“That’s comforting” she sighed looking at us carefully but her eyes stayed on Tony, “don’t I know you?” He bit his lip looking at me practically begging for me to help.

“He knew your step-brother” I said watching her facial reaction change to anger but it quickly disappearing, “Tony doesn’t speak anymore.”

She smiled sadly glancing at him, “That’s too bad, I use to love your accent.”

Well at least I know she has a heart, most likely a broken heart but still a heart.