Arsen (Editing)

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Authors note: I am so sorry for the last chapter being so short, I had been stuck on that chapter for days and came up with nothing. I decided to just cut it short and give you a better chapter now, so here we are! It's now (: I hope you enjoy! Please leave a comment, give me your feedback, it's greatly appreciated! Thank you- Mel.

Also, Stephan James is Ashton (:

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The school day was over and I haven't seen Arsen since our bubble moment in the hallway. He didn't show up for Art class, which is unusual for him. I had even asked Mrs. Bennent if he had been in today and she said she hadn't seen him.

I was frustrated that he had skipped out on school and even more frustrated that he had skipped out on the Diner. More so than frustrated, I was concerned. I didn't think anyone at school had the nerve to touch him. People tended to avoid him like the plague around here, they'd talk about him, but no one ever approached him. If he didn't get the black eye and busted lip from anyone here, where did he get it?

I walked out of the school and the distinct scent of a cigarette hit me. Turning on my heel I saw Arsen leaning against the school just like on the first day and smoking a cigarette. Even with the black eye, I couldn't help but feel the same pull towards him as I did earlier in the hall.

His mood clearly hasn't improved. He pushed off the wall, walked past me, and headed towards the parking lot. I turned to watch him go and he stopped and turned around to look at me.

He took the cigarette from between his lips and blew out a puff of smoke.

"Are you coming," He asked. "I thought I was promised milkshakes and fries?"

I nodded. "I'm coming, but we're going to have to walk, Chase has to take Jules and Felicity home."

He shook his head. "The Diner is a couple miles from here, I'll drive."

He dropped his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out before he turned around and headed back towards the parking lot. I followed him, contemplating all of the different cars I could see Arsen driving.

When Arsen finally stopped at his form of transportation, I continued to look around for the car that he must have around here somewhere because there was no way I would be getting on the death trap we had stopped at.

We had stopped in front of a shiny, black, motorcycle.

He handed me the only helmet he had, and I just stared at it; It was all becoming clear to me now.

Arsen Brooks was never planning on telling me what happened to his face, he was planning my murder, a bike 'accident'. It was the perfect way to make my death look accidental. That's why he wasn't in school today, he had spent the whole day planning this out perfectly.

Arsen swung his leg over the bike and started it up. He looked over at me, still looking down at the helmet as if it were the murder weapon, and smirked.

"Are you getting on any time soon?" He asked.

I shook my head no.

He chuckled. "Afraid of getting helmet hair?"

I shook my head again.

"Well then what are you afraid of?"

"Dying."

This made him laugh. My death was humorous to him.

He winced when his laughter pulled at his busted lip, and I felt mild satisfaction because of this.

Karma.

Arsen got off the bike and walked around it to stand in front of me.

"May I?" He asked, reaching for the helmet.