Chapter Two: Can you say “awkward” ?
Heath’s P.O.V
He never came back.
The bell had just rung for dismissal and Thorne never came back from “drying him off”
I was currently sporting a very ripe, blue eye and a very raw split lip, but I was still more concerned about the absence of my new friend.
If he was even my friend to begin with.
The memory of him saying something about not having any friends glimpsed through my mind, but was replaced with the worry of freaking him out.
He knew something. That was for sure. Otherwise he wouldn’t have reacted that strangely after my little “pen” explanation.
God, he was my first friend here and I already scared him away.
And all because my...organ...was so sensitive.
I had to make things right, and if that meant embarrassing myself with the real explanation, I guess it’ll have to do.
The problem was, I didn’t know anything about him. Where would I even find him? Where does he stay? Does he have any hangout places?
“C’mon, loser. I just wanna get home. My feet are killing me!” Ciara exclaimed as she found me waiting for her at our mothers beat up second hand car.
No one said we were rich.
“Well maybe if you’d wear a pair of normal footwear instead of those 10 inched heel- Wait a second!” I stopped midsentence, suddenly having the epiphany of a lifetime.
“What?” she said, tapping the car window with her knuckles as an indication of her impatience.
Stupid Whore.
“Thorne Pharanyx.” I stated.
And her face immediately lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Yeah, yeah? What about him??? He say something about me?” she bounced, her earlier worry for her feet long forgotten.
“Uhmm...Yeah.” I lied, trying to get on her good side. I threw my arm around her neck. “...but I kinda forgot what it was. I’ll just go ask him again and-oh wait. Darn it! I completely forgot where he lives-”
“14 Harris Avenue, Lincoln Way.” She cut me off, reciting the address by heart.
Guess she did come in handy sometimes. I should remember this, next time she starts acting like an used sanitary towel.
“Oh! That’s right! My bad, dear sister... I’m so sorry. Well, I’ll be going then. Could you get a lift with one of your new friends? Thanks, Love you!” I smiled as I climbed in the car.
“WHAAT!?” she shrieked. “But I wanna go with!!”
“See you later, Ci” I waved, leaving a fuming, sore-footed female in my wake.
But I didn’t care about Ciara or her sore feet. I had to explain myself to Thorne. It wouldn’t be that bad, right?
Thorne’s P.O.V
The persistent knocking coming from my front door irked me to no end. Couldn’t people just leave me alone!? For fucks sake. Can’t a guy even take a shower in peace?
I pulled on a pair of boxers and slung the damp towel I was using around my neck. No use in dressing just to answer to that freaking person who didn’t know how to stop knocking.
I swung the door open.
“I swear to all that is good if you knock one more time I will take that effing hand and shove it so far up your- Heath?”
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Humor"I'm not gay, though!" I blurted out. Wow... Smooth, Heath. Real smooth. " I never said you were. " "It's just that you were rubbing up against me and i guess my little friend was kinda enjoying the attention and-" "Heath... Please shut up." Thorne...
