The next day I'm at my locker with Steven when Angelo approaches, "New skirt? What do I care I just want it off, and those tights too." He winks, wrapping his arms around me from behind. The expression Steven gives shows he doesn't care for Angelo's vile gesture. Rolling my eyes, I close my locker and reply, "Never in your wildest dreams," and stalk off.
One thing I've noticed about us freaks, although we're titled freaks we don't draw much attention to ourselves. I've sat behind the same person all semester and they don't know my name and I don't know theirs. But it's the jock and of course now I'm on his 'hit list'.
"Hey hoe, heard you put in a few extra 'study' hours with Marcel last night, so how was he? Eh?" He turns to laugh with his friends. But I tap a finger on his shoulder lightly, "Excuse me but what's you're name?"
He looks at me puzzled before hesitantly replying, "Peter?"
I shook my head like it was a shame, "Well that's too bad, you know what they say..." I carry off leaving them hanging in question before I save them the headache, "Millimeter Peter." His friends hollar 'burn' as he hides in his seat.
"It's just going to get worse if you keep provoking them and hanging out with me," Marcel takes his seat.
"One, I'm not hanging out with you and two, who's to say I care what they think or do?" I continue scribbling in my notebook. "By the way, I hope you don't have any plans after school today."
"Why?"
"Because you're coming home with me." I say bluntly.
Once school's over Marcel follows me over to Steven's truck. "Guys this is Marcel, Marcel this is Audrey and Steven. He's coming over today so I'm not going to be hanging out ok?" I say getting in as they nod and greet each other uncomfortably
We arrive at my house in about 5 minutes. I wave goodbye and rush up to my house. Going straight to my room I close the door. "So. We're going to spend today getting to know each other." He looks at me stunned like I was throwing pigeons at him. "Come on, you can trust me." I encourage.
"Well, I'm one of four kids and I live with my mom." He starts.
"Names?"
"Well there's my older brother's Harry and Edward, and then the eldest is Gemma, my sister. And my mom's name is Anne. What about you?"
"Well you saw my parents, but other than that I have a little brother and sister, they're twins. There's Darcy, the girl, and the boy's name is Jack."
"Darcy, now that's a pretty name, I mean, not that your's isn't it's just, yeah.."
"So you like any bands or are you one of those people who think music's a bad influence?" He fumbles with his hands for a minute looking unsure before mumbling something. "What's that? I couldn't quite hear you."
"I'm a directioner," he looks up.
"What's that mean?" I question.
"It means I'm a really, really, REALLY dedicated fan of One Direction," he gushes.
"So who are they? Like are they similar to One Republic?"
"Who are they? Who Are They?! My gosh you have not lived! You have to check them out sometime. Have. To. It's not an option."
I laugh a little before saying I will. I finally got him to loosen up a bit. Woo. One point for Isabella.
