Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER TWENTY | Smoker Dude's Side?
THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL, I was not expecting anything to happen. Maybe my mind was hatching up ideas to hide from the girls but I think I was craving breakfast because mom forgot to pack me her iconic brown bag which usually contained her amazing PB&J sandwiches and some gooey chocolate chip cookies. This pushed me to get into the line for ceasing my hunger but that could wait because I wanted to work.
Yeah, work.
Pulling a hoodie on top of my head, I pushed my hands into my jeans to take my ear pods out. Afraid by Neighborhood bursted through my ears as I slowly made my way to the cafeteria. A girl who was walking hand in hand with another boy glanced over at me, her eyes widening. "Baby, look at his face." She murmured under her breath to her boyfriend who was eyeing me too. Probably staring at the purple shiner under my eyes and those disturbing bruises decorating my entire face.
I averted my gaze from them.
"Damn, we're going to lose another one." The boyfriend retorted to his girlfriend. I clenched my jaws, unable to drone out my frustration which was incredibly hard because the lyrics of the song weren't helping too.
From the distance, I saw their pack excluding Savannah and Holly coming my way. Oh shit. Tightening my jacket against my abdomen via my pocketed hands, I turned the other way not wanting to see them. Before I could become successful in hiding myself, I heard Natalie's sharp exclaim. She had seen me.
"Fuck," I muttered and increased my walking speed ten folds.
On my way, I saw Alec sporting the same pose that he had embraced when I first met him. There was a cancer stick in his one hand while his one leg was supported off the wall behind him, his head laid put against the wall. The poster, however, had changed. Now it educated people about global warming.
"The cancer stick would contribute to that," I retorted, nodding in the direction of the poster. Alec ignored my wit, his eyes focused on the girls behind me.
"You're running from them," he stated, dragging the tube of cigarette to his lips. "This place is small but it can hide a short person."
"I'm not short." I was offended because back in my highschool, all the guys taunted me for my height despite being over six feet. It didn't make sense. "I'm 6'2."
"Hide," he ordered plainly while moving away from his initial position, revealing a minuscule white trapdoor with silver hinges. Casting him a look of gratitude, I gave him a boy scout salute before moving towards the small Caroline inspired trapdoor in the walls of the hallways. He had averted his gaze from me. When I had crouched inside the dirty place, he shut it tightly.
