Inferior: Draft 2 [ON HOLD]

Six

A/N all following chapters, including 5 and 6, will be totally written differently, not just edited, because I'm changing a few things that totally change the plot. Thanks!
Lexis
I won't let it happen again. I'll make him go away. No one else will ever get hurt because of me. I pledge as I look at Jayden.
"Why the hell did you follow me? Are you trying to get me hurt, in trouble? Do you want my parents to find means force me to sell this place?!" I exclaim, starting out calm but ending in hysterics, my voice getting higher and louder. He looks hurt, ashamed, but his expression is quickly replaced by what I now know to be his mask. My mask is of indifference, his is of kindness. The kindness he's showed me, is that all a mask, a façade? Is it all a lie?
"I didn't mean to do that, I just wanted to talk." He sounds so... Assured. My life is anything but, and he's using that tone of voice to convince me to spill my life story, to cut open my body and bare my scars and burns. To convince me to cut myself open and bare my soul. That's ironic.
"What if I don't want to? You'll break down my door, break the chain on it, hold a knife to my throat and force me to open it?" I am such a pessimist.
"If you don't want to, we can just talk at school." God, no. The rumor mill would make even the teachers leave me high and dry, lying about my grades.
"NO. I mean, the gossip would kill any chance of getting a decent scholarship. I'm trying to get into college and I need a scholarship that pays for me to go, every penny, even books. Don't do that to me, I want a decent job, not working at a strip bar, being a prostitute, or flipping burgers at McDonald's." Why the hell am I telling him this? And why did I say strip bar and prostitute?
"Fine, but I will get it out of you. Eventually. Just wait. You going to let me in, or should I get going?" He's letting me make him go? I blink.
"Leave. However," I pause. "Here's my number, if I can write it on your hand." He holds it out and I unchain the door, letting him in for the few seconds it takes to scribble it on his hand. I try to push him out, but he merely stumbles, not really budging. He gazes at the decor. What's he thinking?
Jayden
Wow, just wow. How did she afford all of this stuff, it's really nice, and the walls are beautiful. I glance her way, she took off her hoodie, and is in a soft, black crew neck tee and jean shorts that barely reach her lower thigh. If not for the gauze that encircles her arm, I'd say that she looks pretty, like a popular girl. In fact she looks pretty even with the gauze, but I'm not sure how she would react if I said that. I honestly don't know why she gave me her number if she doesn't like me. Okay, I need to focus.
"Are you going to stare at me the whole time, if so, your nickname is pervert." She's got a sharp tongue.
"Sorry, I was thinking, I didn't mean to stare," I say shamefully.
"It's fine, I get stares at school, so I shouldn't be surprised when they follow me home." That's a pessimistic outlook on life.
"I'll get going now, give you some alone time, and I am truly sorry that I had to stalk you." She looks a little shocked, but quickly covers it up with a bland expression. I turn towards the door.
"Wait!" She exclaims, but when I turn around, she looks so conflicted. Almost as if she's wondering if I should stay or go. She's a little finicky, I note.
"Never mind. Just go." Okay then. Leaving. By myself.
"Fine." And with that, I'm out the door.