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Chapter 2

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  After cleaning himself up, and calming his heartbeat, John walked out of the bathroom. Who was that? And what did they want? John thought of this as the bell rang and he started towards his locker. He looked down at his feet. The top of his shoes looked torn, but not yet exposing the toes of his feet. John's thoughts were interrupted when he hit the ground with great impact. He groaned in pain and looked up. A girl in a white and red dress was standing there. Her face was bruised, her hair flowing perfectly. John blinked, the good looked angelic..

"Are you okay..?" She asked quietly. John only nodded, still taken back by the girls beauty. John got up from the floor and got a better look at the girl. The girl looked back, her red glittery folder pressed against her arms. Her lips pressed together in a thin line. Her brown eyes seemed to be searching for something on John. John coughed uncomfortably, causing the girl to flinch. She blushes, and looked down. A hand touching her bruised face and her red lips. There were bruises all on her neck and shoulders.

"Are you checking me out?" The girl asked, taking a step back. John's eyes widened and he shook his head.

"No no no no. It's just, you have bruises.. and.." John trailed off, feeling very uncomfortable now. The girl smiled a bit.

"And you have a scar.." she points out. John tried to avoid smiling.

"Well aren't you observant." He says sarcastically. The girl giggled again. Her clothes looked older. Not that they were beaten down, they were, but they gave an old vibe. Like something you would see in a 90's movie. Or a dress you saw in a musical in 1700's.

"I'm John. John Laurens." He introduces himself. The girl smiled and held out her hand.

"Maria.. Maria Rey-.. Maria Lewis.." she corrected herself. John nodded and shook her hand. Her hand was freezing. Like she had just been eating a popsicle, or playing in the snow. John shivered and pulled his hand back to his side.

"Sorry for running into you.." she apologized once again. John shrugged, "Not the first time I've been knocked over today hun, it's fine." He tells her and she nods.

"I hope to see you again.. I think I've.. seen you around my neighborhood.. I live in the apartment complex next to the cemetery.." she said, slight hesitation in her voice. John nodded once again, and pushed a piece of his curly locks from his face. Only to be met with it once again. He sighed and gave up trying to groom his mess of hair.

"I hope to see you too. Maybe we can walk home together?" John asked, placing his hands on his hips.

The bell rang once again.

"Yes.." Maria said and walked off behind John. John stood there for a second. He turned around again.

"Hey I-.." John starts..

But Maria was gone...

John scratched the back of his head but ignored it, and walked off...

Time skip..

"I lost count at 20." Hercules admitted. The boys were trying to figure out how many times Alexander insulted Jefferson. Alexander chuckled and wrote down on his white board.

"This is my Stop, just down the alley, it's a short cut"

He showed the rest of the group who all nod. He puts up a finger, telling them to wait. He shows the white board.

"Thanks for hanging out with me.. I've never had a group of friends before. Just thank you. Also, I may or may not have called several people SEVERAL names today. Bye!"

John covered his mouth after he read that, to try and conceal his laughter. He chuckled and smiled under his hand. Lafayette and Hercules laughed as Alexander walked off into the alleyway. Lafayette went a separate way with Hercules. Leaving John alone to walk to his house.

"John!" He heard a voice from behind him. He turned and saw Maria running towards him. Her dress flowing as she ran. John cracked a small smile but it quickly faded. Maria caught up and started walking with John. The two chatted as they walked the farther distance. They had a lot in common and John had a lot more smiles than what he had done with his other friends. He could relate with Maria a lot.

"Hey John?" Maria asked, after John stopped ranting over how his dad needs to get off his ass. John looked toward Maria, her bruised face looked towards him as well.

"Where did you get that scar?" She asked quietly. John frowned and looked ahead.

"You don't have to tell me.. I'm just curious.." she says sweetly. John sighed.

"My mouth.. used to be sucked in.. My lips always looked weird as a kid.. one day I passed out because I couldn't breath. The did a surgery on my face so I could look normal.." John mumbled, trailing off. Maria nodded and put a hand on John's shoulder. John shivered at how cold she was. Maria pulled her hand away and blushed. Pulling on her red backpack straps.

"How'd you get the bruises?" John blurted out suddenly. Maria flinched and blushes.

"My ex boyfriend.. he used to-.."

John cut her off

"Say no more, I got the memo. Just know if I ever see him I'm beating his ass." John said, a smirk going over his face. Maria giggled and mumbled to herself.

"This is my stop. It was nice talking to you." Maria said, a smile gracing her lips. John gave a small smile back and waved to her. He turned and walked past the alleyway the same as that morning. He heard a bag drop, so he turned his head. A dark shadow was there, putting a bag in their tent. John scoffed and walked a little faster. He unlocked his door, only to be met with screaming.

"GIVE IT BACK MARTHA!!"

"WHAA WHAA! TAKE A BREAK FROM IT!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP IM TRYING TO WATCH MY SHOW"

John sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Ready to fix the chaos of his house hold...