Misfit

Chapter Six

Allison's  P.O.V

I stepped inside school and walked towards the locker area.

I ducked as the jocks threw around balls, ofcourse trying to show off. I was like 3 feet away from my locker when something hard hit the back of my head.

"OWWW!" I yelped and spun around.

Hayden's amused eyes met mine. He was laughing with his friends. I picked up the ball and held it firmly in one hand. I hurled it towards him which he avoided with ease and the ball hit someone else.

Savannah Hills

"Oh my god! It hurts so much!" She was wrapped around Hayden's arms while throwing a fit over getting hit by a freaking ball.

She wiggled out of Hayden's arms and stomped towards me.

"YOU BITCH!" She launched herself at me.

I prevented her from getting any closer by using my hands and backpack as a barracade. She was screaming bloody murder infront of me while trying to claw my face.

"Get over it. Atleast a part of your face was fixed. You're welcome." I rolled my eyes and pushed her away.

She huffed and walked away. Her heels making clicking sounds on the tiled floor.

"I nice way to start my day." I muttered and opened my locker.

**

I shut the novel Im currently reading, which is Paper Towns by John Green. Im at the library right now, free period for the last class today.

I arranged the contents of my backpack and stood up from my seat. Just when I slung my backpack over my shoulder, the bell rang.

I lazily approached my locker and shoved all the books inside. I have nothing to study about anyway.

I turned my head to the side when I heard a locker door slam shut.

It was Lucas. He looks upset and frustrated. 

He looked at me and his features softened.  He gave me a small smile  and walked away.

"Hey! Are you okay?" I asked while catching up wih him.

"Uhh... Yeah." He said while looking down. I stretched out my arm for him to shake. Al, what are you doing?

"Im Allison by the way." I beamed at him.

"Im Lucas." He shook my hand and smiled back. This is actually the third time we introduced ourselves.

"Aren't you that girl last night?" I froze.

I didn't expect him  to remember or even recognize me. I mean the place was dark. Okay whatever.

"Err.. Yeah?" I sounded unsure.

He laughed at my awkwardness then said, "Hey are you a fan of football? Or soccer?"

"OH YES!" I screamed but quickly covered my mouth.

"So what team are you a big fan of?" 

"FC Barcelona is soooo far the best team ever!" I gushed. He stuck his tongue out and laughed.

"You think so? What do you call Real Madrid, weak? Think again. They're the best!" He made a funny face at me.

I scrunched my face and thought of a comeback.  "Oh really? Don't think so!"

He raised his eyebrow at me and smirked. "Prove it."

**

The walk home was loud. Seriously though. We were practically laughing our ass off while recalling some football moments. And I actually won the debate! Hurray for me!

We parted ways at he park since he lives at the other village or neighborhood. Whatever you call it.

I opened the front door of our house and found the whole house well-lit. The lights upstairs are on, the throw pillows on the couched are disarranged and I can hear some rumbling in the kitchen.

What if there's a robber? Oh my god.

Wait, why the hell would a robber lay on the couch?

I dropped my bag silently on the floor and tiptoed towards the umbrella resting near the window a few feet away from me. I hastily grabbed the umbrella and and quickly tiptoed to the kitchen.

The nearer I was to the kitchen, the more evident the sounds were. There were crackling sounds. And the smell of newly fried food entered my nose.

Is the theif cooking? What the fuck.

I slid inside the kitchen and hid behind the marble counter. I peeked and saw a guy dressed in skinny jeans and a black hoodie. He's humming a song while flipping the thing he's cooking.

Why the hell would he be cooking at someone else's house? He's fucked up.

My eyes widened as he spun around and walked towards the counter that I'm hiding behind. My heart was thumping against my chest as I lowered myself to the ground. I clutched the umbrella tighter.

I stiffled a gasp when a hand caught a hold of my arm. Shit.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" I cried as I swung the umbrella and hit the guy's shoulder.

"WOAH THERE!" The guy moaned as he rubbed his sore shoulder.

"What the fuck Al!" He glared at me

"Kevin?!"

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Sorry, I couldn't think of anything else xD HAHAHA

Bear with me guys :)

xxRuss :*

V.C.F  <3