Life Gone Wrong

We don't give a shit.

     Tasha dragged the dude who was hitting the poor fellow and slammed his face in locker.

     The victim was busy finding the glasses that were near his feet. Tasha looked at the dude and thought, ' The heck?! Isn't he the dude who skates with me. Nah, that has a more chipmunk-y face.'

Tasha bent down and gave him his glasses.

Holy fuck. It's the dude who has an Insta like it's fukin' paradise.

"Thanks." 

"Huh? Oh, uh yeah your welcome. One question tho. Real quick. Do you travel alot?"

"Sorry. Do I know you?"

"Yeah no. But do you??"

"Do I owe you something?"

Tasha could see that he was scared.

"No I don't mean to harm you. Just asking."

"Yeah."

"Oh...Listen could you meet me at this place. At about 6 ish."

Tasha wrote the address of the ice cream parlor three blocks away.

"After school. Please."

"Are you going to punch me?"

"What! NOO?! God shit, do people usually do this?"

"It's normal."

"Oh God. Jeez. Just meet me here m'kay?"

Tasha left after saying this. James looked at her go
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      James was waiting at "Rock Choc Factory." Tasha entered with a smile on her face. It didn't matter that she had bruises on her knuckles, beads of sweat on forehead or the fact she had a cut on her temple.

      James stared at her like she was a madman. She ordered her usual as she was a frequent customer. She spotted Liam and made her way towards him.

       Looking down at Liam she saw he was good looking without glasses. Green eyes that pop, bleached hair or platinum blonde (she couldn't decide which), and a tall body.

      Looking up at Tasha, Liam saw she was hot. Like way beyond his league. Short body, nice legs, sea green-tipped hair, and lavender-ish eyes.

"Hey."

"Hey?? That's the response you give when you're all bloody and sweaty."

"Oh. Does it bother you?"

"Well, n-"

"Then don't complain.

"Sorry

"So let's get to it. I need a guide for my 'around the World' trip. And i find only you useful. Now before you freak out, just know that it is for a classmate, a friend, a savior." She says this a looks at him with hopeful eyes.

"Yeah, no."

"Hey! C'mon. You can't do that. Please I need your help."

"And why me, huh? Is it because you want people to bully me more after knowing that I went on a trip with a hot chick?"

"Hey! Is that why people bully you? And thanks for calling me hot."

"See it's not the point. It's just that no one wants me other than those clingy girls who want my money."

"Even I wonder, why? Why miss up on the opportunity of having a really rich friend. And then I figure out the answer. You don't want to have any friends."

James sat there silenced. It was true. When he was five he had nothing but the most fakest people as his friends.

"The reason you travel is to escape. Escape the fact that you have a family that does care. Escape the bullying. Escape reality."

That hit him where it hurts. The fact came at him like a bucket of water

"That's my reason too."

He looked at her frowning, clearly confused.

"So what do you say?"

His answer. He reached for her hand for support, found it and squeezed it lightly.

Her answer. She reached for him and hugged him and sobbed in his shirt.

Their answer. Yes