Therapeutic Love.

Chapter 2 - "Nice dude!"

Just to let u know the term 'fag' is British slang for cigarette if you didn't know and got confused later on.

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The boy, Mitch was still on my mind two lessons later much to my annoyance.

"Hey guys what lesson do we have next?" I asked my friends Jason and Ian.

"Uhh... I have Math, Ian?" Jason told us.

"I got history. This is bullshit!" Ian grumbled, only to be scolded by a passing teacher.

"Wanna skip? I need a cigarette'." I offered.

"Yeah sure, meet by the fence?" Jason grinned.

"Yep, see you then." I shrugged and waved goodbye as the bell went.

+Time Skip+

"GET BACK HERE!"

"NOT LIKLEY."

I was running down the main corridor away from Mr Holmes. He was pretty much Hitler reincarnated, he also has a special place in his heart dedicated to hating my existence. I'd got out of class fine, but he saw me in the corridor and asked where I was going, I said I was sick but he didn't believe me anyway, so I may or may not have thrown my textbook at him and ran.

He somehow caught up with me and grabbed my arm, but I yanked it out of his grip by stopping and pulling back on his arm. Making him fall over was probably the highlight of my day honestly.

I jogged the rest of the way to the fire doors down the older part of the school, I pushed on them but they wouldn't open due to their age. Rolling my eyes at the inconvenience, I kicked the bar a few times until the door burst open, I didn't really expect Jason and Ian be right next to it and I cringed when the door missed them narrowly, giving them a fright.

"Oh, hi." I grinned and hoisted my bag higher into my shoulder. "Did I scare you?"

"Dude the door almost hit me in the face!" Ian whined.

"I'm so sorry I almost hurt your beautiful face." I drawled sarcastically and looked around. "We'd better get going, I may or may not have tripped Mr Holmes up and thrown my maths book at his face while running away from him in the hallway..."

"Nice!" Ian grinned and high fived me as Jason basically lost it, none of us are massive fans of the man.

"C'mon lets go." I laughed and set off towards the boundary fence. It pretty much was a prison fence without the barbed wire. The top was bricked and the actual fence was chain link, it was quite high up so Ian and I boosted Jason up, then Ian boosted me while Jason pulled me up and we helped Ian climb up. It's a complicated process but it works with us three.

When we all got over the prison boundaries we trekked deeper into the forest until we found our usual place, it was a huge oak tree with low hanging branches, this is actually where we all met as cliché as it sounds. Or how I met Ian and Jason anyway, they already knew each other before they knew me.

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I'd just escaped the clutches of PE and I had photography next, but Mr Holmes was teaching it so there was no way I was going there to get my favourite subject spat on by a balding satanist.

I'd considered hiding on the grounds but I always got caught, so I walked the fence boundaries idly looking for a way out. I saw two figures after I walked over the top of a small bank, they looked like they were in the same situation I was so I approached them. They both were tall, one had a close shaved haircut and light facial hair, his cheekbones were high and made his cheeks shallow but not in an unhealthy way, he had pretty light blue eyes, similar to his friend, that watched me carefully as I approached. His friend was shorter but not by much, he wore a beanie that hid the majority of his long dirty blonde hair.