He freaking punched me

Chapter 8: No such possibility

As I said, I started writing again. As time flew, my writing changed too. I now kinda hate the first POV, but i can't do anything now. I now write more maturely, and dislike the innocent type of girl that's sooooo cliche, some of y'all can't even stand it. So be ready for something else. 

Also, I will say the rest at this chapter's end, so please read my note.

Now, enjoy.

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To be honest, I believed him. Jack, that was his name, huh. Handsome man, reddish hair, blue eyes, pretty face and pretty body. Like, really pretty. But somehow, i wasn't attracted to him, i wasn't attracted to anybody, if that helped.

The girl , what was her name? Anne? Anna? She was pretty too, prettier than Brianna, and that was saying something, even though she had a scar on her left cheek, now that I look better. It didn't matter, she was beautiful. She looked similar to Jack, red hair, blue eyes, but a different built face. Maybe they were brothers, who knows. It made sense.

Now, let's go back to where I was. How did I know they weren't lying?

Pretty simple.

Hayden was pretty secretive. I don't know how old he is, but I am sure he is older than me. He couldn't be in school, right? So he must do something. He had this 'dangerous' air coming from him, it doesn't make sense, but if you could be right here, next to him, you would understand. He was smoking, driving motorcycles, fighting, it wasn't hard to deduce something was off.

It was easy to believe such thing. And if they were lying, then whatever. If they were part of a gang or not, I didn't care.

It didn't matter, right? It didn't make a difference, right? Or was I wrong, and Hayden would hurt me now that I know his occupation.

To be honest, I wasn't prepared to be hurt, but it didn't matter for what I was ready or not, not for these people, at least.

Right now, I wanted to be home, in my blanket.

And that's what Hayden did. He brought me home.

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Fortunately, he didn't question me about what I heard. No, he didn't even speak. He was as silent as a mute man, and I didn't even know if I should have been relieved or not. And then he left without a word on his fancy motorcycle and rode into the sun.

Not.

Now, I realized, he knows where I live. I should be scared, but I am not, for some unknown reason.

Well, if I'm going to be killed in my sleep, I should tell my parents by now that I loved them. 

My parents are not home, obviously. It was still school time, I should be in my...uh, physics class, I think. Not the end of the world, I am done with every test and I am sure that one of my friends will send me my homework. I will probably call them to find out what happened at school, fights, who is in a relationship with who. Things like this.

Not that I cared, but some gossip doesn't hurt anybody, right?

Now that I think of them, what would be their reaction now that they see I don't come back to school. I hope I don't worry them.

I'm alone again . I am bored. What should I do?

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It's hard to do something when you don't have the materials. You know what I did? I waited for my parents to come home, then awaited the next day of school. Sad, but that's life.