Spawn Of Satan

Chapter 2

I woke up and went to my bathroom, getting in the warm water. I washed myself and all the dry tears on my face. Using my special Bath & Body Works soap, I love that, I mean, have you used it, dear god, you need to.

 I got out and dried my body then got dressed in simple skinny jeans and combat boots, I also wore a cardigan and a scarf to make it complete. I curled my hair in the process of putting on makeup.

I grabbed my bag and purse and headed down stairs, I hope my dad is awake. I really want to talk to him about Mom. I walked into the kitchen to see him looking at the daily paper. I walked to the counter and grabbed a cup of coffee. I sat down next to him.

“Good morning.” I said.  

“Morning.” He said grumpy.

“So, dad, can I ask you a question?” I asked, he looked at me. His eyes filled with anger and sadness.

“If it is about your mother, then no.” He said mad. I then looked down to my coffee.

“Well, I must be off to school.” I said. He did not say anything so I got up and walked outside. Down the sidewalks I go, I thought, why will he not talk about it, doesn’t keeping it inside make it worse? Sometimes you just need to let it out, but why won’t he? I got to school and walked inside. To my locker I went, I saw Gemma at hers.

“Gemma!” I said. She looked up and smiled. I hugged her and went down to mine. Putting in my combo, I opened it up, getting my books.

I shut it and walked up to Gemma, “Ready for Biology?” I asked her, she nodded shutting her locker. We walked down the hallways and passed Brittany. Usually I could care less, but there was a extra someone in the picture, Harry. I didn’t even say anything so I just strolled into class.

Sitting down at the back, has a few perks, you can see everything, everyone, and anything that is going on. It is great! The downsides of it, everyone thinks either you are a weirdo, pothead, or a badass motherfucker like me. Just Kidding! I am not a badass motherfucker, but I can throw a good punch or two. Gemma, Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Louis, sat with us, but not Harry.

“Where’s Harry?” Liam asked. I swear he can read my mind.

“He is sitting with the spawn of satan.” I muttered only so Gemma and maybe Louis could hear. They burst out laughing and I smile. See, my level of sarcasm is really high, unlike the normal average teenager.

“What is so funny this time, Ms. West?” Mr. Boyle asked, I looked up.

“Nothing.” I said. He shrugged and I got out my notes and started writing stuff down.

After the hour was finished I got up and looked at Gemma.

“Sit by me at Lunch again?” I asked.

“Yep!” She said. I then walked to my next class and sat down next to Liam. He looked up and smiled.

“Hey.” I said.

“Hey Caden.” He said.

“So, what’s up with Harry, he is not sitting with us or anything.” I said.

“I know right? It seems like I am the only one who notices it, but we all do.” He said.

“It’s weird, I mean, it is Brittany. You either hate her, or you still hate her.” I said. He laughed.

“Yeah, I wonder if he will sit with us at lunch.” He said.

“By the looks of it, probably not.” I said.  He nodded and then the teacher came in to give us a lecture.