Chapter 2: "Worried"

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Song: I'm Coming After You
-Time skip to after school-

Laurance POV

Me and Garroth were just walking around the neighborhood now.
School finished and when he introduced himself, he was so shy!

He stutteres a lot! But I don't mind.
Its cute in a way...

But Garroth didn't eat during lunch which worries me. But maybe he just wasn't hungry and he ate earlier?

Me and Garroth were now in between an awkward silence.
I decided to make things more awkward...

"So Garroth...
Have you lost your virginity yet?"
I said smirking.

He looked at me with wide eyes.
"O-of course I haven't! I'm only in high school!"

"Oh yah.. Heh. Sorry I kinda forgot...?"

"Why.. Have y-you lost your v-virginity..."

"Oh my Irene this got so awkward.."
I said having slight regret.

"Y-you started it!" He said smiling.

I heard his phone ring and his smile turned into a frown quickly.
He checked his phone and I could see some light go away from his eyes.

"I- uh have to go.. Home..."
He said shakily.

"What's wrong? It's just your house..." I said trying to cheer him up.

He nodded in agreement.
"Well I guess I will see you tomorrow.."
He said.

I flashed a smile.
"Yup! See you tomorrow!"
I said cheerfully.

He slightly smiled and made his way to where i guess is the direction of his house...
Hmm that's the direction of my house...
I went the way to my house.

I suddenly saw Garroth enter a house.
Must be his.

Cool! Sadly our houses are a bit away from each other's.

Whatever! I'm honestly glad we met finally.

Garroth POV

I'm dreading this part of the day..
Home.

I bet most of you would be like;
'What's wrong with being home?
It's the chance of getting away from hell!'

Well for me. Everything is hell.

I walk into the house only to be met with the faces I dread..

"WHERE WERE YOU! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?" My mom yelled.

Not her to... It took over her like--

"YOU WORTHLESS F*GGOT WHY DID YOU EVEN COME BACK!" My dad then yelled.

They both slapped me hardly, my mom then stopped but Garte.. My dad kept going.

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