Completely and Utterly Broken

Chapter Eight

Me and Anthony have been walking for a while. And I have no idea where we're going. I've begged for him to tell me where we're going. But of course he doesn't tell me. I even tried to to trick him. But he's too damn smart. And he keeps on laughing at me. And I groan.

"Fine!"I give up. "I give."I say. And its quiet. "So sense you go to my school. Why aren't you there?"I ask.

"Same as you. Hangover."he replies.

"Oh."I sigh, then its quiet again. "Well, tell me about yourself."I say.

"Tell me about you."he replies.

And I groan again. "Why do you have to make things so complicated?"I say.

"Why do you try to make me open up?"he retorts.

"Cause we're going to spent a lot of time together. For some apparent reason. And we should get to know each other."I reply.

"Yes, this is true. But this arrangement is about you. Not me, so don't worry about me."he says.

I groan again. "Fine then. But you do realize that you would have to tell me something. If our situation becomes out of hand or too much. For both of us."I say.

"Mmm."he hums, nodding his head.

"And that doesn't mean just for you."I say.

He looks at me. "What do you mean?"he ask.

And I look forward. "Don't worry about it. Just know that we both have boundaries. Where it gets too far, and we can't and won't answer a certain question."I say. And I feel him looking at me.

He doesn't answer for a while. "Yea, sure..."he trails off. And its quiet again. And the only sound is our steps.

"So, if you're not going to tell me about yourself. Or where we're going. Can you tell me at least what we're doing?"I ask.

"Nope."he says.

"Are you going to tell me anything?"I ask.

"Depends on what you're asking."he coolly replies.

"Ok then, what do you like to do?"I ask.

And I hear him laugh. "Really? You ask that?"he says.

I throw my hands in air, and they falling back down. Making them slap my thighs. "Well you don't give me much. Now shut up and answer the question."I say.

And he chuckles. "Fine, fine. I like to play the guitar. But I can't write a song. I've tried, and I suck. Um.... Also I absolutely love doing photography. Its my passion. I play Xbox, of course right. All boys do. What about you?"he says.

I stare at him, and cross my arms. "Uh, I didn't picture you as someone who's plays guitar."I comment.

"Well, don't go on and assume. We just meet as well."he replies.

"Then that's my excuse. So leave me alone."I say. And he chuckles again.

"Well then, Ms Perfect, what about you? What do you do?"he asks.

Then I laugh. "Ha! You think I'm perfect? I'm beyond perfect. I'm just..... broken."I mutter.

"What do you mean broken?"he asks.

I shake my head, looking down. "That's a question that goes pass the boundaries."I reply.

He stops me, and makes me look at him. I flinch as his hand holds my chin. "Hey you brought it up."he tells me.

"Yes,"I nod. "I did. But that doesn't mean you should pay attention."I say.

He shakes his head me. And let's go of my chin. I flinch again. And rub my chin. He wasn't holding it hard, but I didn't like how it felt. Once again, I felt small, weak.

And he starts to walk. And once again, I follow. Why?