RANDOM DRAFTS OF BOOKS I'LL NEVER MAKE

I still hate you...maybe

Lyric looked out the window of his classroom and frowned when he saw it was still pouring outside.

'Damn, I have to walk home today.' He thought as he turned back to the board where his teacher was droning on about some war the U.S. fought in. Seriously, who have they not fought?

The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day and the beginning of the weekend, and Lyric stood up from his seat, pack on his back as he walked to his locker, only partially hearing the teacher mention a test the next Tuesday.

"Hey Lyric." He looked over at his friend Adley, who he just called Addy, as she appeared beside him. "You have any plans this weekend?"

"Yeah, I'm going to my dad's house." Lyric pulled out a few books for his homework that was assigned over the weekend (why do teachers feel the need to do this?) and put them in his bag so they wouldn't get wet.

"That's cool. You have a PS4 over there yeah? We can chat and play video games online." She suggested with a shrug.

"I doubt your mom will let you near her PS4 again after last week." He sighed, closing his bag.

"Hey I only broke the remote, not the console." She said defensively.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes, putting his now heavy bag on his back.

"Hey Addy!" A new, more feminine voice called. The two looked over at Fleur, Addy's girlfriend, as she raced over while also making sure her glasses stay in place.

"Hey doll." Addy smiled at her taller girlfriend. The two were a cute couple, not that Lyric would admit it aloud. He doesn't usually comment on such things.

"Are we on for movie night tonight?"

"Of course! You got the movie?"

"I was thinking Fast and Furious movies."

"Oh nice."

Lyric started walking away as the two talked about their movie night activities. He doesn't like feeling like a third wheel.

A rough hand pushed him against the lockers and he sighed(again), ah yes, how could he have forgotten the best part of the day? Having Blazer, the best football player in the school, beat him up was the best!

"Hey emo kid, do you have any money?" He asked casually.

"Oh, emo, that's new." Lyric muttered sarcastically under his breath.

"What did you say geek?"

"I said no. Now get out of my way you overgrown Minotaur." Lyric rolled his eyes.

"Is that how you speak to the King of the school?"

"It is when his breath reeks of fish and chips. Have a mint man, you're girl won't kiss you with a mouth like that." Lyric wrinkled his nose and took out a box of mint tic-tacs. Blazer blew out a few puffs of breath and sniffed them before taking Lyric's box and popping a few in his mouth.

"Thanks, I'll see you Monday." Blazer walked off with a mock salute. Lyric shrugged and waved back. He can usually get Blazer off his back a few times thanks to the mint trick, but it doesn't always work.

Lyric made his way outside to the front of Lincoln High School and he threw up his hoodie to keep his jet black hair dry. He glared at the sky with his deep blue eyes for a few seconds before trudging on. He lived two miles from his school which meant an hour walk to and from school, 30 minutes with his bike, but his mom doesn't like him driving it in the rain because she's afraid he'll be in an accident. He doesn't blame her for her fears; his uncle died that way.

As he walked, he spotted one of the soccer stars on the side of the road he was on, looking at his car and popping up the hood. He immediately knew it was Eros just by spotting the blue streak in his brown hair.

He and Eros weren't on the best terms, maybe worse than his and Blazer's, but he looked like he needed help and Lyric liked helping when he could, even though he looked like he was a bad guy who was probably in a gang due to being what Addy and Fleur called "the dark, mysterious, and handsome bad boy trope", which didn't make much sense to him since he wasn't any of that. Lyric picked up the pace and walked right up to Eros.

"Hey man, you stuck?" Lyric asked. Eros looked up at him and frowned.

"Why do you care?"

"I know what it's like getting stuck in the rain, it sucks. With some help, you'll be out of the rain and I'll be out of your hair in a snap."

"What are you doing in the rain anyways? Don't you have a Harley or whatever type of bike?"

"It's a Suzuki GSX-R125 for your information, not a Harley-Davison. That's bike-racist." Lyric pointed out. "And I don't ride it while it rains, don't want an accident."

"Well good for fucking you, dick. Are you going to help me or not?"

"Whatever." Lyric rolled his eyes and looked at the motor of the car. It had white steamy smoke coming from it. "It needs water."

"How do you know?"

"My dad owns a shop, I help him out sometimes." Lyric said as he opened his backpack, noting that the rain had stopped for a bit. "I have a water bottle in my backpack but it might not be enough to fill it to its proper capacity."

"Put it in, might as well try." Eros shrugged. He nodded and dumped in the water bottle, checking to see if the coolant level was good enough. Lyric nodded and shut the hood.

"You're good."

"Thanks Music."

"No problem."

Lyric ignored the name and made his way back up the road.

"Where are you going?" Eros called.

"Uh, home?!" Lyric turned back and raised an eyebrow.

Eros motioned over to the car. "Get in, it'll start to rain again soon."

"You sure?" Lyric asked as he tilted his head slightly. It was a habit.

"I mean, I owe you for helping me out back there."

"Alright." Lyric walked over to Eros's car, which he noticed was a black Audi A3.

"Nice car." Lyric raised an eyebrow.

"Thanks."

They got into the car and Lyric marveled at the red leather seats and black headboard. 'Well,' Lyric thought, 'now I know what colors he likes.'

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"Turn left here." Lyric directed.

Eros made a final turn and stopped outside an apartment building. He was right, the rain did start up again in the middle of the ride.

After a quick thanks, Lyric hopped out.

"Hey Music!"

Lyric turned around.

"Don't think I don't hate you...I still do!"

Lyric smiled. "Yeah, me too."