Calculated, cold, without remorse - Brallon

..three..

//Dallon POV

A few weeks flew by and I got to know quite a few people. Most of them were Patrick's friends and they were as nice as him. I was very thankful for this new chapter of my life. A happier chapter.

I still hadn't talked to anyone about my past. I just couldn't. And I didn't want to. I started to be happier and I didn't want to ruin my better mood again. Maybe I should keep my past a secret for a little longer.

Even if I got to know all the nice people, I haven't stopped thinking about the boy I "met" on my first day. I saw him here and there, we even had a few classes together, but I never really talked to him again, wich made me kinda sad.

One day after school, it was a Friday, I saw him standing alone in the parking lot. If I could only remember his name...

I wasn't sure if I should go and talk to him. I've heard a lot of bad things about him. I couldn't even believe some of them. Patrick told me he was bad, too.

Before I could think about talking to him or going home, he already was on his way over to me.

"What are you still doing here?" He asked. Intimidating.

"I-I had to get something from m-my locker." I explained. "Hm. And why are you still standing here?" he asked again. I was scared.

"I-" I didn't know what I should say. That I'm waiting for someone to pick me up? That I didn't know what I should do after school? That I wanted to stare at him for a bit?

"I could asked you the same question!" I said and almost immediately regretted it.

"We're sassy today, huh?" he looked at me, a little bit surprised. "What are you gonna do now, after school?" he asked. Now I was surprised.

"I-uhm, I wanted to go to the record shop."

"Spunds like a Plan."

Uhm, hi. I'm back with a short and crappy chapter, oops.