Broken Bones. Broken Soul

"Can't you see I was just worried?!"

I sat bored on the stool counting money then handing back change "Thanks" The customer muttered quickly leaving. "Need smile more" Soda said sliding out from under the car he's been working on, "Shut up not everyone can smile like you" I growled he let out a small chuckle the door bell ringed as another customer walked in it was a group of Socs.

I tensed feeling a vein popping out my neck "Can we get..." A Soc said she had long wavy red hair her eyes were a emerald green she was very pretty shame she's a Soc "Looking at something, Grease ball?" A tall-ish blonde permed hair boy snarled, I smirked before sitting up properly "Was just looking at the pretty girl here" I glanced at her smiling the blonde hair boy looked like he was ready to pound my head in.

"Can we get four cokes?" She spoke again changing the subject I nodded before standing up instantly towering them all I think the tallest is maybe the brown curled hair boy who had an arm very protectively around his broad, she was cute I'll give her that "Wanna hurry up?!" The blonde boy started getting aggressive "Bob stop complaining" The red hair frowned annoyed with his behaviour "No, I just don't wanna be near trash like him" He sneered again

I was starting to lose my patience with this Bob guy "Could you please take your pet dog outside" I smiled taking out four coke bottles from the cooler behind me "Pet dog?" She quizzed the group began looking at the floor moving about to find this 'dog' "Yea, Your pet dog" I nodded pointing at the blonde boy I heard Soda and some other customer snicker I just stood smiling while the blonde hair boy faced turned red he gritted his teeth before storming out.

"What a well trained dog, that's be four dollars, please" I smirked the red head did not look impress but gave a small fake smile before paying they all quickly left I relaxed sitting back on the stool waiting for the next customers. 

Time passed extremely slowly I had my feet up on the counter reading the news paper, hearing the door bell ring I sighed rubbing my eyes I was so tired I hadn't had any sleep at all "There you are.." A familiar voice said I peeked over the papers seeing a very unhappy Buck. Shit. "I- Err- would you look at the time!" I exaggerated, quickly hopping over the counter throwing the news paper in his face I bolted down the garage jumping a car Soda was fixing a tire on he looked up "What the hell-"

He was cut off by Buck's loud voice "Luis Jay Mitchel!" Buck hollered chasing after me "See ya later, Soda!" I yelled making my way to the exit. I could hear Buck's heavy footsteps behind me Buck may not look like it but he's a pretty fast guy used to track and all "Luis!" He yelled as I ran faster down the street with him just behind me, I was just about to run across the road when he grabbed the back of my shirt yanking me backwards and choking me in the process.

"Hey.." I said awkwardly from the ground he was panting heavily glaring at me "Don't. You. Ever. Run. Away. Like. That. Again" He threatened as I stood up tired myself.

"Where the fuck did you go?!" He growled dragging me down the street to his "I was out walking" I mumbled hanging my head he made a 'tch' sound shaking his head the walk back was quiet I hated it. When Buck's quiet it tends to be a bad thing considering he's really loud and goofy, he kicked open the door to the house letting me walk in first.

He hung up his jacket as I took my boots off, I thought that maybe he had forgotten about the talk so I quietly made my way up the stairs. I was just about to get to the last step when he said "Luis.. We're not done here" He said in a low voice making the hair on the back of my neck stand up, placing my boots on the top stairs I made my way back down to him. He was leaning back against the kitchen counter a beer already in his hand.

He glanced up eyes glazed over. Fuck. I thought to myself as I leant against the fridge in front of him "Where were you" He asked I simply shrugged he frowned not happy with my attitude "Dammit Luis, can't you see I was just worried?!" He yelled his grip tightened on the beer knuckles turning white, I bit my inner cheek playing with the hem of my hoodie sleeve "I-I'm sorry Buck" I apologised he just sighed response.