Runaway - A Mike Fuentes Fanfic

Chapter Fifteen

I sit in my desk impenitently waiting for the bell to ring. Being forced to go to school (or hell as I may call it,) is possibly the worst thing ever. I tap my pencil scanning the classroom looking for someone to examine. My pencil flies out of my hand and lands a few feet away from me, I groan in frustration and stumble to my feet. Just as I bend down to pick it up a hand snatches it just before I could touch it.

“What the fuck?” I say as I stand up straight. I find myself staring face to face with a girl commonly known as Angela. “Oh, sorry.” I blush.

“That's alright, I was just trying to be helpful,” she says in a high pitched British accent.

“Thank you,” I nod my head and take a seat again. She smiles at me before sitting next to me in the empty seat.

“So are you single?” she asks me.

“No actually I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh, tell me about her,” she smirks.

“Well, she's really really pretty, smart, and funny. She just moved here actually, it was nice to become friends with her.”

“Is she that Iris bitch?” she asks me laughing.

“Her name is Iris, but she's not a bitch.”

“Oh you haven't heard anything about her then.”

“I know a lot more about her than anyone here does.”

“That's what you think,” she says placing her hand on top of mine. I pull it away and just then the bell rings and I start collecting my stuff.

“Great talk, thank you again,” I say to Angela and strut out of the classroom.

As I walk through the hallways searching for Iris, a hand pulls me back and turns me around. “What do you want?” I ask rudely.

“I'm sorry, I just wanted a kiss,” Iris looks at my lips.

“Oh my god, I thought you were someone else, I'm very sorry,” I laugh and press my lips to hers.

“That was really mean, I'm hurting now,” she playfully pouts.

“I'm sorry,” I kiss her forehead and grab her hand intertwining her fingers with mine. “Do you want to go meet Vic in the garden?”

“Garden?” she asks shocked.

“The one on the roof.”

“There's a garden on the roof?” she laughs. “That's a silly place to put a garden.”

I chuckle and pull her down the hallway. “Let's go.”

As soon as we reach the bottom of the stairs I flash a smile back at her and lead her up through the darkness of the stairwell.

“Why is it so dark in here?”

“It wont be in a second,” I say lifting up the hatch and pushing open letting a beam of light hit our eyes.

“Oh my gosh, this is unbearable. Why do you put me through things like this?” she laughs.

“I'm sorry, Darling.”

“I swear to God that you said sorry four billion times in the past five minutes.”

“Probably, I tend to feel guilty about everything.”

“Why?”

“Because I feel like every bad thing that happens always has something to do with a decision I made earlier in life.”