Sebastian is still staring at me as Peyton tries to climb him like a jungle gym.
I decide to walk away because if I stay, I'll end up fighting a bitch and I can't have a record this early in life.
As I'm walking away, I hear a screech from behind me and a hand grab my arm. I quickly turn around, prepared to fight when I realize that it was him. I quickly realize that a large group of people are starting to notice and I trying to get away.
He notices how uncomfortable I become and he looks around.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" he says.
Instead of answering, they turn away and "do something else. "
"People still don't know what minding their own business is. I swear they go worse," he mutters.
"They did," I quietly say.
He looks up and chuckles.
"Looks like I found a new friend."
I look around and then point to myself.
He chuckles and rolls his eyes. "Yes, you."
I start to protest, but he cuts me off.
"Friends?" he declares while sticking his hand out. I stare at it while I think.
Do I want him to be my friend? I mean I have one friend. Why not give him a chance?
"Friends." I smile at him while shaking his hand.
"Good because it seems like we both need one and to be honest, you're a much better friend than Peyton and I just met you."
"Everyone is better than Peyton, just saying, but I'll take that as a compliment."
I don't know why I'm so comfortable with him. He's literally everything I would be afraid of. He's super tall, muscly, and tough looking, but he makes me fell safe and I like it.
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adoration
Teen FictionShe was bullied. He was feared. She was stared at. He stared. She saw him. He adored her. She cried. He cared. She was a pacifist. He was a gang leader.