Part 5: buss trip

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"What! I can't believe that guy. Did he just show up at your house with the thought that you'll actually give him tutoring? A darn dumb bastard if you ask me." Liam spat and I nodded, plonking down in the seat next to him on the bus. "He's a real douche." I mumble under my breath.

"Where's Mariana today?" He asked and I sighed, "She's sick so she won't come to school. She asked me to get her the work though. I hope she's okay." He nodded, understanding what's going on and leaving the topic there.

Just as the bus took off we took an immediate stop, making my head bang against the front seat ans Liam laughed. We stopped... just for some asshole to climb aboard. "Ugh. Great. He takes the bus now?" Liam scoffed and I just rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I guess he's use to it because isn't that they way they let the prisoners travel?" I asked, looking over to him as he started cracking up.
I don't find myself that funny, I just speak my mind and somewhat people find that funny. I don't have a filter, but sometimes I'd rather just stay quiet than speak my thoughts.
It saves me sometimes.

"You're really something else Adriana." He laughed making me smile. "Hello lovebirds." Shawn said as he took the seat right in front of us. "We are not lovebirds!" Liam said, throwing his head back as he groaned. "Is that the sound you make every time you guys have some pleasure?" He smirked.

Right about now I want to express myself with a Bruce Lee karate chop right on his nose, making sure I'll break it in two or just hurt him real bad.

But somehow when I look at him, like deep into his eyes, I can see him already hurting inside. He just puts up this shit of a front to act all brave and cool, but it will never get him anywhere. I can see him breaking. With this he makes people hate him. Ignoring his constant statements and annoying eavesdropping, Liam and I tried to continue on with our own, normal conversations. But he butts in on every second sentence, so we just stopped taking. Silence speaks too.

Finally arriving at school we got the best chance to get off the buss. But we still had a tail. "Can you please stop following us?" Liam raised his voice as he turned around in the hallway. "I'm not following you guys, I'm simply walking to class." He said with his annoying yet some sort of beautiful smile. Finally the bell rang and I, at least, could've walked off in a opposite direction.
But poor Liam was still stuck with the pest.

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School went on as a normal day, till I got to lunch, seeing Liam sinking down in sorrow and pain. "You're joking me." I said to myself as I saw Liam sitting at our table with Shawn just across from him. The irritation on his face was so noticeable, but you could also see the satisfaction on Shawn's face with the task he's doing to irritate both me and Liam. He's just sinking down in his seat, defeated and drained.

I laughed however, enjoying the scene, but I have to help him. "Hey, stand up and walk over to me, we're sitting outside." I called him and he kept on the phone with me, making it look like he has a serious phone call. He stood up and walked over to me where I was waiting in the hallway. "Thank you so much Adriana." He sighed a breath of relief and I grabbed his hand and started running down the hall to get outside as I saw Shawn wanting to walk out of the cafeteria as well.

"Are we clear?" He asked and I quickly looked through the back door, seeing him wondering the halls but not coming towards us. "The coast is clear." I laughed. We finally got rid of him, but that's only till I have math. He told me everything Shawn did to him the first periods and how he kept on following him. He even cut his own classes to follow him. "He's sketcy Adriana." He said, eating his food.

I know he's sketchy but something about him is sad. It makes me want to get to know him, but at the same time I want to stay as far away from him as possible. Because maybe the ruined ones will ruin the already ruined.

Something about him lures me in, but I need to push away.
It's not save to scratch open the sore spot that just healed.

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