Never thought I'd find you

Chapter 2

    I wake up to the sound of my mother screaming at the top of her lungs, the only thing I can think is what did I do now.
    I know the answer is most likely nothing, but the pain that is eating away my insides is telling me not to argue, or it will cause even more pain. So I stay silent. And I fixed what needed to be fixed before it got out of hand.
Which was a smaller deal than she made it out to be, 'cuz all it was, is me almost oversleeping. But it's cool because now I can get away from her, from my life.  Even if it's just for a few hours.
     Whatever anything is better than being there...
       I get to a crosswalk and press the button on the light for me to be able to cross.
I look up from the ground and see a boy with a...
...plague mask?
He looks over at me, I freeze. I don't know what to do this guy looks so sketchy! God! Oh god!
"Hey, you're going to this high school right?" He spike in a cool and calm tone, and confident. So confident it seemed like he ruled the world.
"Hello?" He said and I shook my head.
"So your not going to this school?"
"Oh! N-no I-I am! I-uh..." I stutter out. Half because of dyslexia the other anxiety.
"Care to show me around? I'm a little new here." He walks over to the street I was, I forgot I had to cross it.
He's really close now, it's uncomfortable. His eyes (though I can only see one. The other is covered my his hair.) are so blue. not blue-blue, but like a sky blue mixed with a de-saturated neon green. So pretty, I don't even realize I'm staring until he snaps his fingers in my face.
"Are you just ganna stare at me, or can we go?"
"O-oh right, uh w-well. T-his w-wa-way." We cross the street and into the school. I ask to see his schedule, but he ends up just reading it out loud. (I couldn't read even if it saved my life) we end up walking in circles for ten minutes, and I know he knows I'm lost and don't know where I'm going.
I start crying out of know where. This makes him uncomfortable, and he try's to cheer me up.
"I-I'm Sorry. I'm just a failure, and a loser, and a total wimp! I don't even know your name, and I can tell you think them."
"W-what no!"
"Please, who are you fooling. Anyone can see that I am. You s-shold just goo."
He just looks at me, I look away, trying to avoid eye contact. Even if all I want to do is look into those beautiful eyes again.
"Look we can just drop it and ditch. We'll figure the rest out tomorrow."
"Sure... okay."

P.s. it's not over haul... I swear, it's his son...
Also another p.s. in a few sentences that Vincent says I purposely spelled things wrong, because he has dyslexia and often miss pronounces things.