All Lights On Us

C1: He's Back

Klara

I run with my purse over my head as a shield against the rain. My legs move as fast as my thick thighs will allow. I never would have considered running to catch my bus, but I have a test in first hour that I completely spaced on. 

On any other day, sleeping in would have been a gift. A break from the constant fights I've been getting into lately. 

But instead, the rain soaks the outfit I threw on in a hurry as the bus driver ignores my shouts and pleas. I watch as the bus bounces down the street like a happy Twinkie.

 Fuck, I'm hungry.

I stop my run and drop my arms in defeat. The rain pounds on my uncovered head. Thank God I didn't wear mascara.

I look dead on the outside but inside my heart pounds faster as the bus gets farther away. 

Do I start walking? Screw that.

Rushing back to the trailer my mother and I live in, I quickly run inside to grab my keys. Outside, I eye my mother's car. She probably won't even notice it's gone because she'll be passed out all day. I jump into the beat up grande dam and start it. It's loud, so I pull out of the drive way at super speed. 

Fuck, I hope that didn't wake her. I drive toward my own personal hell and leave behind my hungover mother.

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Bishop POV

Micheal pushes me just as I swing my leg off of my motorcycle. I stumble but catch myself quickly. I turn and open my mouth to tell him he's about to die, but he beats me to it.

"You're a dead man, dude! Angela has been raking your name through the mud, what the hell happened last night?" He chortles. 

I roll my eyes. I knew she'd try to make a huge deal over my rejection. She's probably been making up rumours to protect her silly ego. 

I'll put a stop to them soon enough.

"I don't give a fuck what she has to say. She asked me for a ride home at the party and then proceeded to try to grope me once we were parked on her street. I told her she wasn't my type." I shrug. 

Micheal scoffs. He's had a crush on Angela since freshman year, and I have no idea why. All the girls in this school are skin deep. After my hiatus from school, I decided I'd only ever go skin deep with the women here. They're usually okay with a one night stand, but there's always a few that will claim some dumb assumption and try to be the anchor that keeps me down. 

"Dude, she's saying you couldn't," Micheal leans his head toward me to whisper. "Ya know. Get it up."

"Ha!" That's priceless. "Don't you worry Micheal, this legend doesn't have a problem in that department. But why would she say that?" 

I raise my voice a few octaves so that the busy front school yard could hear.

"Angela must be so embarrassed I couldn't get hard for her. I wanted to be nice, but she's just not my type." 

I smirk as Micheal looks around us and rolls his eyes. 

"These people man. They're probably already texting an update to their entire contact list," Micheal shakes his head.

Our phones ding. There it is.  A message from a kid in our Chemistry class. Benny Hardcastle was a nerd loner who liked to be just that; alone. He was the last to hear about anything that went on in this town. The fact that he just texted me about what he'd heard about Angela confirmed that my rumour tidal waved faster than her's.