The Right Kind of Bite

I

"Your mine, Alex, don't you fucking forgot that," Master hissed. His gaze held mine sternly, looking into my eyes as if making sure I understood. I didnt reply at first but then whimpered as pressure is forcefully pressed upon my thigh with his large hand.

"Yes Master," I whisper and open the car door of which is Parkes outside of my new school. Master releases me from his iron grip and let's me grab my backpack and make my way through the doors of Rose Wood High School.

Adjusting my shoulder bag, I quickly scan over my schedule and head to my first class.

English Rm 102

At first I had a hard time finding it but after asking the Janitor for help I finally figured it out.

My last schools where a bit smaller than this building so this probably won't be the last time I get lost. I tend to do just that quite often, and since I'm never in one place for very long I never get the chance to get the hang of my new schools.

Master's job forces us to constantly move from town to town. He ran an international drug cartel. That meant him having to continuously move large amounts of heroin around the country. I've never been able to keep friends for very long because of it. And the worst part about it was that I could never tell them why. So now I vowed to myself to keep my head down, stay away from people, and get through school.

I quietly opened the door to my new class, hoping nobody would notice, but of course to my luck everybody snapped away from the bored and averted their gaze in my directing. "And whom may you be?" Questioned the woman standing in front of the room.

Assuming she was the teacher I made a mental note in my head to be as nice as possible, though her gaze angered me. It was filled with disgust as though she were staring at a piece of road kill. I didn't blame her though, my appearance may slightly resemble a run over possum.

Large bags rested under my eyes, my hair was a mess, a bandaid or two covered a cut just above my eyebrow, and my face lacked the make-up one would expect a girl to wear.

"Uh-I was told AP English was held h-here. Um I-I'm kinda new," I stuttered out, tensing up awkwardly as my gaze met the group of judgemental stares.

"Ah, yes. You've been expected, but of course not in the middle of class," she says sternly, narrowing her eyes at me. "You may sit were ever you'd like for today and do something quietly. But I expect you to arrive on time tomorrow. I'll help get you caught up so don't fret."

I stiffly walk to an empty seat in the second to last row at the very end and sit down, placing my bag next to my feet, mentally scolding myself for drawing attention on my first day. I need to step my game up and make sure I don't continue to stick out again.

Next to me sits a boy with jet black, short, messy hair. He wore a black flannel, its sleeves rolled up just above his elbows, and a pair of fitted, mocha jeans topped off with a pair of black convers and a few bracelets on his right wrist and what looked to be gauges. Over all he looked like quite the ladies man, but what confused me was the dark expression than took over his face. From what I could tell, he seemed to not be much of an outgoing person, but who am I to judge? He could just be having a rough day or overly focused on our English lesson.

I stopped focussing on him before he noticed me staring at him and took out a book out of my backpack, flipping it open to the page with a purposely folded corner.

~*~*~

The rest of my classes went pretty smooth. I managed to not draw any attention to myself-thank God-and I was able to sneak out at lunch period. I had also noticed that several of my classes such as calculus, science, and algebra 2 contained the boy I sat next to do in English. He didn't talk to me though, of which I'm greatful for. From what it looked like he was pretty popular and all hell would break loose if people saw him talking to someone like me.

My day was going pretty well up until Master pulled up in his truck. My mood instantly dropped as I crawled into the car, shutting the door behind me.
"I've got to take a drive to Marcio's today. You have this day to yourself but don't go to far. I've got a couple people watching you so don't you fucking trying anything, Alex!" Master said sternly, his voice portraying how much his trust on me has dissolved over the years. I contain cries of joy to myself and simply nodded. Master gave a growel of approval and places the car back in drive, speeding I out the drop-off zone.

~*~*~

After pulling into the driveway of my house, I step out of the car and walk through the door. Master follows behind and shuts the door. "In the kitchen, now," he commands, taking a seat on the black sofa. I open my mouth to argue but bye the already frustrated expression on his face, I could tell the later would serve me better if I did as told. I hurry to the kitchen and pull out a medium pot from the cupboard, filling it with water.

~*~*~

"Change of plans! I have to take care of a client of mine and it's gonna take...longer than I wish to leave you alone. I'm dropping you off at a friend of mines house on the way so go pack!" Master yells into the basement rather impatiently.

I sigh, I was looking forward to a day to myself for once. I'd love to just curl up with my pillows and just watch movies and reads books all day while listening to music without the stress of Master in my presence, but I guess today's odds aren't in my favor.

I pulled out a bag from under my bed and packed a small amount of clothes and a few toiletries I may need, along with my phone charger and an extra pair of shoes. I then realize I would be staying at a random friend of Master's and take a deep breath in.

This can't be safe. I don't trust any of Master's friends, especially the ones I haven't met. Master didn't exactly say who it was, it might be somebody I know, but I can't take any chances.

I quickly grasp my mattress and pull the top of it towards me, smiling when I spot it's still there. Grasping the small hand gun, I make sure it's on safe mode and shove it all the way to the bottom of my bag. That's a bit better.

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Sorry if the lack of indents annoys you. I feel the same way, but the app won't let you so I can't do anything about it.