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PROBLEM XIV | Crap Day Turned Crapier!
Justin dropped me off at school today. I scowled at the thought, Todaywas one of those bad days. Justin was being over protective with the boyfriend thing that Ryan did.
Call it Split Personality.
Justin laid out a ton of rules to me as he dropped me off at school. Typical rules though—Don't talk to anyone. Do not make friends. No boyfriends. Do not skip classes. Do not get me called to school, I will beat you to pulp! Lastly, Smile. Use those pearly whites for something worth. And with a toothy, sickly sweet grin, he sent me off.
Plastering a grin on my face, I entered Lakeville High. I groaned as someone fell into step with me, "Hello HoneyCakes!" Houston greeted me, his voice cherry. I grunted a 'Hey' and walked faster.
"Hey! Don't you walk away!" he said, swinging his fingers in a 'Z'. I shook my head and sighed. "What crawled up your ass and died?"
"Your Face."
Houston laughed, "You don't realize how bad that sounded, do you?" My cheeks flamed, I did realize what the words sounded like, the moment they spilled.
It's bad that spoken words can't be taken back.
"So what happened? What's got your mood so low?" I shrugged, "I'm fine," I said. Houston didn't say anything. I looked at him, his face was hardened and eyes cold. Had I said something wrong?
"Houston?" He didn't answer.
"Why is your mood so down?" he asked again, his voice this time was cold. "I told you that I'm fine!" I exclaim.
Apparently, that was what I had said wrong.
Houston slammed me against the wall behind us, as pain shot down my spine. "You're Fine, huh? Funny Because You Look Anything But."
And then he was gone, leaving me deserted with tons of people watching me wide eyed. I sighed as I looked down and stared my trip to English. A pair of feet fell into step beside me, I scowled, "Houston, you can't just—"
"I'm not Houston."
Looking up I saw unfamiliar grey eyes. They looked as though a storm was brewing in those eyes—Scary yet beautiful.
"Hi, I'm Leon. And I saw what happened back there. It was a dick thing to do on his part."
I looked at him confused, "Why are you talking to me?" he cocked an eyebrow, "Why wouldn't I? What's wrong with talking to you?"
