“Good morning,” I fake-smiled to Blane as he handed my his helmet. He grunted in response. I slipped the helmet over my head and swung my leg over the seat. My arms automatically wrapped around his torso as the machine roared to life. I had gotten to a point where I didn’t have to squeeze my eyes shut the entire time. I was actually quite proud of myself.
Per usual, Blane went over the speed limit the entire time. He paid no attention to my whimpers as he nearly ran stop signs and hit pedestrians. I think he found them quite funny, to be honest. He finally slowed down as we pulled into the school parking lot. I let out a breath of relief when the deathtrap cut off. I pulled the helmet off and shoved it into his arms before storming off to were Gabrielle awaited.
“What did you call me about last night?” I asked expectantly when I reached her. My hip stuck out and I had my hand laid upon it. I looked pretty bitchy right about now.
“It’s nothing,” She assured me, but her eyes were still filled with worry. I raised an eyebrow. She shook her head once more before looking away from me. People were passing with giggles directed at her. She sighed and hung her head.
“It’s not nothing,” I hissed, my hand motioning to all the attention she was getting. “You said you’d tell me, I’d like an explanation.”
“How about you stay in your own damn business, Indiana,” She snapped as she finally looked up. Taken back a bit, I stepped back.
“I’m sorry for being a caring friend,” I snapped back, as I spun around. She’ll come to me when she’s ready, I guess, but I’m not going to sit and deal with her sour mood.
As I walked, I heard shouting from across the schoolyard. “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The chants made everybody either stop in their tracks or run towards the crowd. Being curious, I waltzed to the crowd of people. They formed a circle around two people, and those two people just happened to be Blane Cole and Kyle Miller, the ex-best friends.
The two weren’t physically fighting yet, but it was getting to that point. There were nasty comments thrown back and forth.
“Oh, what are you even protecting, Cole?” Kyle hissed, narrowing his eyes. Blane rolled his eyes. “That little slut you had chasing after you Friday night?”
“At least they’re the ones chasing me, not the other way around, Miller,” Blane sneered back. The crowd all made and ‘oh’ sound which made Kyle even angrier.
“You’re such a prick,” Kyle spat. He looked quite disgusted at the sight in front of him, which is understandable since he’s looking at Blane.
“Never said I wasn’t,” Blane put on his trademark smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest. I pushed my way up to the front in order to see, cursing my short height all the while.
“And what about your new little girl toy, Indiana here,” Kyle motioned to me. I winced at my stupid choice of coming to the front.
“Are you that stupid, Miller? Does it look like we’re anything short of hating each other?” Blane laughed humorlessly. “Why, are you jealous?” The smirk was once more plastered on his face.
“Why the hell would I be jealous of that? I mean look at her.” Kyle scoffed, eying me. As I realized what he said, tear pooled in my eyes. I attempted to choke back a sob, somewhat failing. Blane looked over his shoulder and when he saw me, his expression suddenly changed. His eyes went soft and he stepped over to me, wiping my tears with his thumb, before turning back to Kyle. “Indiana, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
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Like A Bad Boy
Teen Fiction//and, yeah, maybe he's bad, but when he smiles, i only see the good in him//
