Two Pieces of a Broken Heart

Chapter One

Logan Thompson

The school bell finally rang after what seemed like endless torture from Mrs Benson's blabbering. That lady could bloody talk the whole school to sleep. Like everyone else in my Religion class, I rounded my books up and got out of there as soon as possible.

The hustle and bustle in the halls were normal. Everyone wanted to get out of school. Especially because it was a Friday and next week was going to be a long weekend because Thanksgiving was coming up.

I quickly made my way through the halls of Northen Hill High trying not to run into anyone. I swear, walking through crowded halls was an art because it took a lot of effort to work your way through without hitting anyone. Once I finally reached my locker, Owen was already there.

Owen Scott was one of the few mates I've befriended after I moved here from West Bridgeford, in the UK. Owen and I met because his mum was my Aunt's best friend. He was told why I was shipped here and was told to essentially take me under his wing for a bit. He never pitied me or treated me differently, he always treated me like I was just another guy he met at school. I was closer to Owen then all my other mates and to be honest, we were closer than I was with my friends back home (if I could even call them that). Though I missed bits and pieces of home, I didn't miss the people. I wish I got out of that Hell hole earlier.

"Oi Mate! What took you so bloody long?" Owen said with a horrible accent.

"Are you trying to mimic me? I swear I don't sound like that." I laughed. Even though I've been here for over a year now I still had a very strong accent. Every once in awhile Owen would make me say peanut butter to amuse him and I still don't get why. I guess it was just a stereotypical thing.

"No mate, not at all..." Owen trailed on with a smirk as he tried to stand tall and buff with a serious demeanour.

He so was.

I opened up my locker and put my books in and grabbed my knapsack then closed the locker. Luckily, I didn't have any homework so I was free to do what I wanted during the break (most likely binge watching shows on Netflix). Owen and I walked through the halls and out into the parking lot to my car.

I opened the driver's side door while asking Owen weather or not he wanted to go to my apartment again. He simply nodded as he got in and started fiddling with the radio. A song came on that I forgot the name to but Owen murdered the lyrics and my poor ears.

"I know I can treat you better than he can! And any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crying, when you should be with me instead! I know I can treat you bet-"

"Bloody Hell, Owen!" I blurted as I covered his mouth, "I don't ever wanna hear that bloody noise come from your bloody mouth ever again."

Owen just looked at me and I could practically feel the sly grin he had on his face. Before I lifted my hand off his mouth I felt the palm of my hand being licked.

"Owen! What the actual Hell!" I whined as I rubbed my palm on his shirt.

"What, you insulted my bloody singing!"

"You're a detrimental singer!!" I retorted.

"How rude!" He snapped with a huff, "I don't even know what that means but I bet it's something mean."

"Detrimental; something that causes harm or something bad."

"See, rude! Now you have to go to Nolan's party with me because you insulted my singing." He said with a look of satisfaction.