Bad Boy and the Badass

(4) Nasal Tampon

Oh shit. I think to myself as I look at the large crowd of onlookers staring at me and London. He smirks and looks at me. Meanwhile, I'm frozen like a cheap thanksgiving turkey. I turn to him, wide eyed and he laughs.

"Chill out, how's it feel being a London Grey lap bitch?" He jokes, I glare at him.

"The closest I would ever come to your lap is to kick you in the balls." I retort. We start walking and I avoid eye contact with all people. I feel their eyes on my like a hundred tiny drills, stabbing into my skin. When we get to the door London pulls me close and whispers in my ear.

"You tell anyone, anything about me. I will make your life a living hell," then he shoves me on the shoulder and gives me a lopsided grin. The rest of the day he avoided me like the plague, I figured that he might at least talk to me at lunch. Nope. Another basic blonde lap bitch. The rest of the day goes the same way. I had him in a few of my classes, I tried to make eye contact, but he was always chatting with a different hot girl. When the last bell for the day rings I shoot out of my seat and head for the door. I start walking toward the bank, which is just up the street from the school.

I still had that check in my backpack and the longer it's in there, the less safe I feel. So many things can go wrong with a paper trail. As my rib cage sadly found out. I just make it out of the parking lot when I feel a large hand on my shoulder.

I shudder and remember that night in the alleyway. The two, calloused hands grabbing my arms and pinning me to the wall. I spin on my heels and punch the owner of the hand, picturing one of the two men the held me on the wall that night. I get in a solid nose shot when I realize who I'd just hit. My eyes widen and London brings his head to his knees, clutching his nose, which I'm pretty sure is bleeding.

"What the hell was that for?" London moans.

"I panicked, I'm sorry. I just flashed back to the alleyway and I thought you were someone else and-"

"Okay chill, don't need an oral presentation outside of school," London waves his hand at me, encouraging me to shut up. He stands up straight and I can indeed see that his nose is bleeding. I reach in my backpack and pull out a travel pack of tissues. I hand one to London and he clogs his bleeding nostril with it. It flows red at the top and all I can do is laugh. "What are you laughing at?" London asks, annoyed at my amusement over the current situation. I compose myself.

"It looks like you have a tampon in your nose," London screws up his face and rips out the tissue. I burst out laughing once more and so does London actually.

"So where are you headed off to?" London looks at me, curiosity in his eyes. "My mom thinks I'm at some club, so I have an hour to kill." I flash him the check, careful to cover up the amount.

"Bank." I respond shortly.

"Oh wow, where do you work?"

"Oh, I just do odd jobs around my uncle's gym." He seems to take it as a valid answer. And he thought I was a bad liar.

We walk a couple blocks and arrive at the bank. I walk in and deposit the check. London of course looks bored the whole time. When I walk over to where he's sitting in the waiting area he's once again staring at his phone, absentmindedly scrolling.

"What are you always looking at on there?" I question, genuinely curious. I only ever use my phone for calling, texting, and tutorial videos for various broken things around my little room, or myself for that matter.

"It's called Instagram. If you had a life you'd know about it." I have a life you know. Actually we don't because we kind of want it to stay that way, remember Percy 2? Oh yeah.