The Boy Who Returned// ON HOLD FOR LIKE THE NEXT 10 CENTURIES SORRY BOUT IT

The Boy Who Returned~ Chapter Eight

Hey guise, guess who's updating after like 200 years? I'm here to warn you that I am definitely NOT a consistent updater, I literally can't commit to any story, so I'll just be truthful to you guys. There is probably 30% chance that I will actually finish this story, but who knows, maybe I'd change my mind if I had more support?(; So anyway, I apologize for the incredibly long wait and the vote button's right over thurr-->(;

I beeped the horn for what seemed to be the millionth time. What was taking Mr. Hotshot so long? Oh yeah, I snorted, he probably had to put some foundation on to get that flawless complexion. I stuck my head out of my window. "KYLE RIDDLE, IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW WE'RE GOING TO BE RUNNING LATE AND I WON'T EVER FORGIVE YOU!" I hollered. Yeah, I know, empty threats. No one cares if I don't ever forgive them.

But apparently my words worked, because seconds later, Kyle stormed out of the house, his face the very epitome of anger. "Will you not shut. The fuck. Up. For once, okay?" He growled, getting into the passenger seat and slamming the door.

"Hey!" I protested. "Don't hurt my baby." I patted the dashboard of my car. "It's okay honey, he's just a meanie." I glared at him and pulled away from the curb.

I heard Kyle take a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Wow, anger issues much? "Did you really have to scream at me from outside the house?" He asked.

I shrugged. "What did you expect me to do, get my ass out of the car for you?"

"Would it have hurt?" He retorted, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Yes, even if I owe you a ride it doesn't mean I have to go the extra mile for you." I said absentmindedly, trying not to look too much at his biceps through my peripheral vision.

Kyle was quiet for a minute. "Why are you such a bitch?" He demanded. "You never used to-"

"Whoa, what do you know about me and my past?" I cut him off. "Don't try to pretend you know so much about me when in truth you've only been here for less than a week. A WEEK." I emphasized, stepping on the brakes and getting all up in Kyle's face about it.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, both our eyes blazing as we sized each other up. It wasn't until a car beeped us from behind that Kyle broke eye contact and I sat back in my seat, taking a deep breath and pressing back onto the accelerator.

The rest of the ride to school was unbearably silent, and I didn't want to reach over and turn the radio on because that would kind of be like admitting defeat. Before I had even properly parked, Kyle had the door open and was swinging around to head toward a group of giggling blondes.

I sighed and exited the car more slowly, taking my time to mull over Kyle's words. They shouldn't have bothered me so much, but ouch, I'd be lying if I wasn't hurt. Why are you such a bitch? Why are you such a bitch? The words resounded in my head. Maybe I should apologize? Immediately after that thought I scoffed. That douche-bag wasn't worth my words, especially when he made the whole entire school believe that he had scored the virgin on his very first day a school.

As I stepped into the school and whispers erupted around me, I was reminded of the rumor I had yet to dispel. I scowled. That bastard. I felt a wave of uncontrollable rage rear up within me, and despite the clenching and un-clenching of my fists I couldn't push it back down. Who did the guy think he was, to stroll into my life so unexpectedly and ruin the low profile I'd tried so hard to build over the years.

The warning bell rang and I headed to my first period class, still seething. It didn't help matters at all that my first class was Mr. Johannson's. It was like the guy had some weird radar or something; the first moment I set foot into his classroom his head snapped around and he stared daggers into me. I shivered. What a creepy guy. I took my seat, glaring at my least favorite teacher. The bell rang again and Jasmine dove into the seat next to me, panting. "Phewf." She said. "That was a close call." She turned to me. "Did you forget something this morning?" She asked me.