Counting My Lucky Stars [BoyxBoy]

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Chapter Nueve

[Angel’s POV]

I left the room after a bit of hesitation and made my way down the stairs. I was greeted by an upset looking mother. “What happened?” she asked, her voice was a little shaky, and I don’t know if it was because of what happened earlier or because of what she heard.

Sighing, I shook my head and rubbed the back of my neck. “Nothing. He’s just upset because I told him to forget about it,” I told her.

She blinked a few times and sighed. “Forget about what, Angel?” she asked.

“Well, ma’am, you see,” and I started to tell her about what happened. She nodded and looked at me, as if waiting for me to continue about what happened upstairs. “I told him to forget about it ever happening,” I told her.

She nodded and sighed. “So he got mad and threatened you with a restraining order?” she asked for clarification. I nodded and she frowned a little. “Then I guess it’s best if you left,” she told me and started to make her way upstairs.

I stood there, completely shocked and just looked at the stairs where Jay’s mom had disappeared up. I wanted to say something, anything, so I could take it back, but why would I take it back?

Reluctantly, I turned around and left, not looking back again.

A week has passed since that whole debacle. It was Thursday afternoon, school had just let out and teens crowded outside of the school. I sat on the school statue of its’ name.

Lying across the name plate, I reached down and picked at the grass, heaving a heavy sigh. I looked up when I felt my beanie being ripped off my head and groaned, seeing  my friend, Lucy, slip the beanie on her own head. She threw her bag at me and I caught it before dropping it on the ground.

She rolled her eyes and sat with her back pressed against the schools name. She pulled out her whiteboard and wrote across it, spelling out ‘What’s with the mood, Angel?’

I frowned and erased the black marker from her board. “Nothing,” I told her coldly. Again, she rolled her eyes and started to write on the board.

‘You and I both know that’s a load of bull. Tell me!’

“Luc, I said it was nothing; just drop it, alright? I don’t want to talk about it,” I told her and she nodded before writing again. ‘Tell me when you’re ready?’ she added a question mark at the end and I frowned before nodding and looking down at the grass.

Lucy was the only person in this school that I even considered talking to. I didn’t like the people here because they were a bunch of asshole and wannabe’s. Lucy was different. Aside from being mute, she was smart and had a mind of her own. She didn’t seem to care what people said about her, but I could see in her eyes that it hurt.

Who wouldn’t want to talk?

She wore cardigans, long t-shirts and leggings with a pair of flats. Her hair lay in wavy, brown locks around her shoulders and it was usually in a ponytail or lying in the middle of her back.

To put it short, she was a naturally beautiful girl that didn’t need the make-up that others seemed to wear to look pretty. She only had a little bit of mascara every now and again when she needed something to add to her already full eyelashes.

Lucy and I both decided to go to my house to study and go over the homework for tomorrows Calculus class. We both suck at the subject, but as they say, two heads are better than one. The campus grounds are empty by now, after half an hour after the school bell had rang. We got up, grabbed our things and trudged over to my car.