Thief 2 (m.e.)

Chapter 9

Three days later

I walk into school.

"Hey, Emo." One of Tommy's friend says, who is also on the football team, as I walk past.

"Hey." I say staring at my feet.

"You alright?" He ask.

"I'm cool." I answer looking up, but never even glancing at him.

I know how this works, Tommy accepts me, so now all the guys like me now. They all expect me to want to join in with the crowd of popularity, but I could care less about popularity. Popularity is having a bunch of people knowing my name, and complimenting me. But I don't need people or their compliments.

"Kole!" A familiar voice says while touching my arms. "What the hell!"

I look up. "What are you doing here Matthew?"

"Wondering why the hell you haven't responded to any of my text or calls!" he snaps.

"Are you my father?!"

"Uh, no, I'm your friend who's been freaking out because you act like you fell of the face of the earth!"

"If you're worried about me, fine, but you can't just come to my school and-"

"Who is this, Emo?" The guy, who just said hi to me, ask fondly standing next to my side. I honestly don't even know who he is.

"What the hell did you just call her? Are you out of your fucking mind?!" Matthew snaps.

"This guy bothering you, Emo?"  Another footballer ask coming to my other side.

"No you guys I'm fine-"

"Hey, Emo!" Tommy greets. "What's going on? Why does Reggie and Tristan look mad? Hey, you a new kid?"

"Dude, is giving Emo problems." The bigger one says.

"Is that so, Reg?" Tommy says crossing his arms and staring dead at Matt.

"You told me you weren't popular." Matthew scoffs.

I huff, running my hands through my hair in frustration. "I'm not. I'm not."

"Then why is the incredible hulk," he says referring to who I now know is Reggie, "Sherk," who I learned is Tristan, "And Justin Bieber, so worried about you?"

"I don't know. Tommy, I'm fine please tell your friends to go away and go with them." I huff.

"Alright," He says staring down Matt. It doesn't seem to bother Matthew at all. "but we won't be far."

"Okay, bye." I say shooing them away.

They slowly back up and turn.

"Why haven't you been responding to me?" Matt ask again.

"Hmm, let's see, the last time I saw you, you told me our friendship was over, the next night I never received a call or text from you, the next day I went to a party, and last night Tommy and I hung out at my house, so to be quite honest, I wasn't very worried about you!"

"Tommy?"

"Justin Bieber." I explain.

"And what did you do last night?" He questions.

"Not much, just watched TV."

He chuckles. "Hey Biebs!" Matt yells to Tommy. "If you think last night made you special, she does that shit with me every night!"

Tommy laughs, "If she does that shit with you every night, how come the past two, she's been with me?"

"So you went to the party with him too?"