Steven pulls the truck up infront of my house. It's 8:06 and Marcel's standing on my porch watching me confused. I kiss Audrey and Steven goodbye on the cheek, that's the thing with us girls in our group, we kiss everyone goodbye on the cheek, it's supposed to symbolize friendship or something like we approve. "Thanks for the concert Steven." I say before walking up the drive and waving. "Sorry, I didn't expect to be out late." I apologize to Marcel before unlocking the door and stepping in. I turn to see him still standing outside, "You coming in?" I ask. "Oh uh, yeah." He says clumbsily walking in.
"Oh my our little Isabella brought a nice young boy home, honey come look," My mom says from the kitchen doorway. Soon after my dad joins her. "Hi mom, hi dad, we're going to be working on a science project for a few weeks if that's okay?" They nod as I kiss their cheeks and gesture for Marcel to follow me down the hallway and to my room. It's kind of punked out so I hope I don't scare him. I close the door and plop down on my bed. "So where do we start?" I ask pulling out my book.
"Honestly if you don't want to do anything you don't have to," He says, looking at me. I shut my book and sigh, "Dude, it's a silly project and it's only fair that we both work on it." He nods before looking down at his feet. "Just sit your @ss down, my chair's don't bite. Make yourself at home." He looks at my purple plush chair and sits instead on my silver wooden chair.
"So uh next question?" I say, listening for him to read it off. When he doesn't speak, I look up. "What?"
"Why are you so nice to me?" He squints at me awaiting my answer.
"I have no reason to be rude to you; You haven't done anything wrong," I reply simply.
"But that boy who said he felt sorry for you, he didn't do anything wrong," He answers quietly.
"He, well he was trying to make you feel low. That's wrong." I go back to our work.
A hour or two pass before he looks at his watch and says he's got to go. He clumbsily grabs his things and walks out of the house. I say goodnight to him at the door and catch a glimpse of his ride. A dark curly haired boy wearing shades in the middle of the night sitting expressionless in the driver's seat of a black monster of a vehicle.
I walk back to my room and shove all my stuff off my bed, kick off my shoes, take off all my bracelets, and pass out for the night.
