The Broken Ones | ✔

6 (✓)

VERONICAS POV

When I got home I found money on the kitchen counter and put it away in my bag . They were not bad parents. I mean yeah, they almost always beat me to death but they still give me food to eat.

So right now I'm in my room listening to Never Good Enough. It was blasting through my ihome that was connected to my iPod.

I was laying on my bed just waiting for Toby to text me. Well, he told me he would tell me where we were meeting so that means he's calling/texting right?

Soon my phone started ringing but it wasn't Toby, instead it was John.

"Hello?" I ask answering the phone.

"Hey, can you come over or can I go to your house. I have to tell you something." He sounded nervous.

Could it be what those girls were talking about? Is it true? Well, John is my only friend. So who else would they be talking about?

"Actually, I'm about to leave" I said to him.

Please don't question. Please don't question.

"Where you going?"

Great.

"Umm...well I-" I didn't finish because I was getting a call from Toby. Thank you.

"John I have to go I'll talk to you tomorrow?" I ask quickly.

"Yeah-" I didn't let him finish because then he would never shut up.

"Hello?" I ask

"Send me your address, I'm picking you up." not even a 'hi' really. Well, what do you expect.

"Umm... sure" I said and hang up.

I send him the address and wait until I hear a horn from the front. I got out of my bed and switch the song to Heartless by The Fray.

Five minutes and one Made In The U.S.A song later, I hear the sound of a motorcycle in front of my house.

I walked up to my window/ small balcony and see him their getting off of his motorcycle. He was wearing the usual bad boy type of clothes. Black skinny jeans and white V-neck with a black leather jacket with combat boots.

He looked good. Oh god! Did I just say that! Ugh whatever.

Then I heard a knock on my front door. I'm happy that my parents aren't here to start screaming at me. They'll probably be back at like 1 in the morning.

I run downstairs with my backpack on with my keys, and phone.

I just hope his house isn't far away because I'd rather walk then ride that killing machine.

I open the door and there he was standing with a smirk on his face. I gave him a small smile and walk out locking the door behind me. I back around and see him standing next to his bike while holding another helmet in his hand so I can take it.

I just stood there so he can notices that I am not getting on that thing. His face soon had realization and he started laughing.

"Come on let's go." he said still chuckling.

I shook my head.

"Come on" he said still having patience.

I shook my head once again. I can be stubborn when I want to. And I do not feel like dying today.

"Really, hurry up" he went to seriousness.

"Sorry, I just don't want to die...well not by that. I'm pretty sure my parents will want to do that" i whisper to myself the last part.