Trust

Chapter One

Breahs POV I don't know what he wants but I can assure you that I don't have it. After escaping I contemplate skipping school for today. My mom wouldn't care but I'd miss my favorite class. Biology. Where I sit alone in the back by myself. No being alone doesn't upset me. I'm used to it. It soothes me. I hear the bell ring indicating that my biology class begins in three minutes. As I somehow made it to an empty bathroom I'm closer to my biology class and locker. Nifty. I walk outside the double door bathroom into the corridor and to my locker. Entering my combonation and unlocking it. As soon as I get my bag and lock it back I get hit with a book. "Oops." Taylor snickers. I smirk in reply. Feeling content with my new found confidence that I know will only cause me more hell. He doesn't like the smirk. "What was that? A smirk? Nonono. I don't think so." He says before slapping me. Tears burn in my eyes as he walks away. I wipe at my eyes after I remove my glasses and head to biology. My freedom. I sit in my assigned seat and wait for the bell. Soon it rings and Mrs.Ellis begins to speak. "All right class today we have a new seating chart as many of you complained about the current one." I groaned and zoned out until I heard something that made my heart drop. "Shawn and Breah ninth table." My table. No longer alone. With the devil himself. Breahs POV
"Hi I'm Shawn." He introduces himself. Accent? Canadian. Specimen? Male. I laugh at myself as I ask myself these things. I nod, not wanting to converse with him. I'm not being rude, I just don't trust him. Trust, a funny word. Something the world lacks. Why? Assholes who take life for granted treat others like crap. Does this enrage me? Hell yes. He sighs, clearly frustrated that I won't talk to him. I shrug lightly as a small smile plays on my lips. He makes this fun. "Alright so today we are going to be doing a partnered project. Your partner is your table partner. You'll be studying and testing different elements. Its due tomorrow and I expect it to be complete by class time tomorrow. Class dismissed." I let out a breath of air I didn't know I was holding. "So my place or yours?", he asks. I can literally hear the smirk in his voice. "Excuse me?" I ask clearly annoyed with the sexual phrase. "For the project...", he trails off. I think for a second. My house. My raggedy one room apartment I share with my alcoholic mom. "Yours", I mutter. He gives me his address and the final bell rings indicating that its time to meet up with the devil. Early dismissal so it's only two. I head to my locker which is conveniently right beside Shawn's. "Dude cool you got her coming to your house? That's cool man what do you got planned?" Taylor's cocky voice asks. "Nothing because I am not an ass hole like you." Although he said he won't do anything I still have a tiny amount of fear in my heart. I look at the piece of paper Shawn gave me. 'Gotta take care of something meet me here at 4:00" two hours. I can do that. I head home to collect my thoughts and a shower. I get dressed in a pair of ripped black skinny jeans. The rips not purposely there and a grey hoodie advertising some random band. I put on my holy socks and my raggedy shoes and brush my long brown hair. I leave it down unlike usually and put on my glasses. I grab my bag and walk out the front door. Wanting to be anywhere but here.