To Live & Forgive

Chapter 2

"You're the asshole who stole my parking space," the woman accused, glaring at Vincent.

"I don't believe your name was on it, sweetheart," he told her with a smirk.

"Liz, don't stoop down to his highschool level teasing, he's not worth it," one of her friend's told the woman.

Liz ignored her friend before responding to the man. "Don't call me that, in fact don't even talk to me. I'm not even going to waste my time arguing with you," the woman replied, before whipping her long dark brown hair at him and continuing the conversation she was having earlier with the group.

"Well that's fine by me, sweetheart," he responded, the same smirk still plastered on his face. He noticed her hands turn into fists and, although he couldn't see her face, he was sure her face held a look of annoyance.

He walked away from the giggling group and made his way to the desk, right before the bell rang for class to start. The teacher arrived soon after everyone had chosen a seat and the class on criminology began.

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Wyatt slouched in the passenger seat as his mom slowed to a stop in front of the school. He didn't want to spend another day with people that hated him for no reason. He'd always thought of talking to his parents about the situation but in the end it would probably make matters worse.

His mom gave him a look of concern once she noticed her son's odd behavior. "Honey, you OK?"

'No,' he wanted to say. However, he simply nodded and slowly reached for the handle. Before he could open the door his mother had locked it and he turned his head to face a worried one.

"You're lying to me. Wyatt, just tell me what's bothering you and we can fix it when you get home, please," she begged.

He couldn't look into her eyes in fear that the truth would come out, but he knew if he didn't she would suspect something. He looked at her with a small smile and lied smoothly, "nothing's wrong mom, I promise. Now I have to go before I'm late for class."

She looked at him one more time before unlocking the door. "Just remember that you can always tell me anything. I'll always be there for you," she said, returning the smile.

He quickly gave her a goodbye kiss on her cheek, before bolting out of the car and into the school building. He regretted not informing her that he wasn't okay, he made a decision that he would tell his parents everything that was happening when he got home. He couldn't take lying to them anymore.

"Hey Wyatt!" A perky and familiar voice called out. He turned around and saw the smiling face of Amelia Garrett. Her shoulder length, black hair was put into a ponytail and her usual black rimmed glasses were replaced with contacts in her green eyes.

"Hi," he responded simply.

"How are you?" she asked, trying to make conversation as she skipped over to his side.

"Tired," he replied, hiking up his backpack a bit more.

She giggled a bit and looked at his face. "That's apparent. I can see the bags under your eyes." She pointed to the visible, dark bags under his eyes.

"Really?" He asked, trying to get a better look at his face. He hadn't noticed that he looked or felt tired more than usual. 'Probably why mom was so worried about me,' he thought. "Guess that's what I get for staying up so late," he said, slightly laughing.