It was 2pm already and still no signs of Bradley. Brad, Brad. I was worried this morning so I sent him a text but he still hadn't replied. Dammit, what was he doing ? I needed to be less shy and ask one of his school friends. Come on Clary, you don't care of them, just ask. Go and ask. No, I couldn't. But I needed to, maybe they knew. I spent the hour being nervous about talking to a stranger. Because yeah, for me, they were all strangers. It wasn't because we were in the same class that I knew them. I didn't really want to, to be honest. The sound of the bell made me panic and I needed to do it now. I stood up quickly and walked to the group of guys.
"H-hi, um, do you know why Bradley, um, Brad isn't here ?" They all stopped talking and fixed their gaze on me. They were four and quite intimidating. I didn't want to know them. I knew it' was bad to judge someone at the first sight, but I couldn't help it. Although they couldn't be that bad if Brad stayed with them, right ?
"Nope. I texted him but he hasn't replied yet." Thomas said, looking at me in the eyes. The only thing I knew about them were their names. Thomas was the taller of the boys. His style was quite similar to Brad's : black skinny jeans, opened shirts, except that he wears sneakers. He had short blond hair, very clear blue eyes and red lips. And when I said red, I meant red. Quite troubling.
"Oh. Okay, thank you anyway." I put my bag on my shoulder and I was about to go as they didn't know where he was neither.
"Hold on." I turned around and frowned. What does he want ? "So, are you two dating or what ?" My heart skipped a bit and I blushed. What should I say ? Did he want them to know about us ?
"I-I, um, what did he say about u-us ?" I felt their gaze scanning me and I hated that.
"He said you were close friends." He raised an eyebrow and a smile appeared on his face. Friends. Cool. Alright, close friends. Thomas definitely knew what was up between us, he just wanted to mess with me. My jaw tensed and I started to become angry.
"Well, here's your answer." I said, angrily and he let go a laugh. Now I knew that I didn't like him, at all. He just wanted to make fun of me.
"Don't be angry, I was just asking." He leaned to me and whispered in my ear. "Obviously that wasn't what you thought he said about you, uh ?"
"Whatever." I said and walked away, hearing them laugh. I hated them, I hated people like them, but the thing I hated the most is that he was right. I thought he would have said we were more than just friends and it hurt a bit. Someone isn't good enough again ? He was probably ashamed of being your boyfriend. Boyfriend, what a funny word ! "Go away." I mumbled. Oh god, I didn't need this right now. I didn't want to hear this stupid voice now, or never. Oh come on Clary, that's the first funny thing in ages ! He definitely doesn't want anyone to know, does he ? "Just, go away, there's nothing funny in this." I whispered to myself. Luckily school was almost over for today so I just needed to ignore it for one more hour. I needed to stop answering out loud or someone could hear me and I did not want that, I did not want to be the school's mental girl. I suddenly felt my phone vibrating in my pocket.
"I'm sick :( i have no strength to study french. Can you still come ? i want to see u x"
"Okay. see you later, gotta go back to hell." Why was I so weak ? I was a bit angry at him and yet I wanted to see him so bad. Every part of me was missing him.
The last hour was boring and I just wanted it to end. When it finally did, I almost ran out. I entered his address in my maps' phone. Great, it wasn't that far and it didn't seem to be too complicated to go there, hopefully I won't end up lost. I started walking, following phone instructions. I did it. I arrived without getting lost. I was quite surprised, my sense of direction was so bad that I could get lost even if there were only two streets in the world. Anyway, now that I was in front of his house, I felt a bit dumb, I might should have brought like, coffee or something ? Too late now. I knocked and waited for a couple of seconds before someone opened the door. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
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