Built For Pleasure

| Chapter 2 |

[ALTAS POV]

When we got to my house I thanked him well I did not necessarily thank him. I just muttered a "thanks."

He gave me a  famous golden boy smile and got back into his car. Cause he insisted on walking me up to my door.

I walked into my house, my mother my oh so loving and loveable mother proceeding to bombard me with questions as to why I was home. Ignoring her I walked up to my room.

"Young man I am talking to you, do not walk away from me!." She said in her stupid 'I'm your mom do what I say' voice.

Me not giving a diddly damn ignored her more when I got into my room I slammed and locked my door.

I laid down on my bed. I put my headphones on and turned on some music.

"Bye mom!" I yelled out not listening for a response. I stared at my ceiling hoping for her to leave but when I looked up she was sitting next to me rubbing my arm trying to sooth me.

"What the fuck do you want! And how the fuck did you get in" I yelled at her pulling my arm away and crossing them over my chest as if I were a child.

She gave me the 'I'm your mother I have my ways' look and said "Don't raise your voice at me young man."

I turned on my side so that I couldn't see her and turned my music up. "Atlas Michael!" She yelled, taking my phone and headphones away from me.

I let out a bitter laugh, "wow mom first and middle name you're really mad now."

She let out a little yell of pure rage, stood up walking out of my room with my phone. "You'll get this back when you learn to respect me." She was fuming.

I absolutely loved it, that was so funny. I was laughing so hard it hurt until a few seconds later it hit me.

"Oh shit.." She took my phone. I have no phone. I have nothing to do! What the fuck am I supposed to do. Just to let luck she came back in. "And you're grounded for not leaving the house."

I groaned and put my hands over my face. "Fuck off!!" When she left my room I locked the door yet again.

I looked out my window. I could probably get down. I was on the second floor but I could maybe make the jump and not break every bone in my body.

Maybe,.

I waited about an hour before deciding on what to bring with me and how I would survive.

I grabbed a bag and packed some clothes and such and looked out my window. I threw the bag into the ground and followed after it.

I settled for falling into the bushes which I soon regretted. I had cuts and soon to be bruises on my body.

I didn't care though well i didn't care too much it still hurt but I still grabbed my bag and started walking down the street.

I didn't have any friends and I definitely didn't plan on staying out on the streets. I remembered the popular "jock" kids had practice everyday but friday and for some reason practice included running past my neighborhood. Man am I glad today's monday.. said no one ever.

I walked up to the school and hopped the fence to the back where the football field was. Jumping the fence was a bad idea because when I landed I groaned in pain. I probably twisted my ankle when I went out the window.

So I limped over to the field and waved my hands around. I mean I stopped at the bleachers hoping someone would see me.

Someone saw me.

Guess who.

C'mon guess you'll be totally surprised with how cliche it is.

I hope you laugh because it hurts my soul..

Cmon laugh with me.

Well if you guess Zaire you're completely wrong that dickhead from earlier did, and he had the audacity to come up to me and talk to me. "Hey fag come here for more?" He snickered

I smiled and punched him again. My whole body was sore and he had just been running. Neither of us were really ready for that.

"Actually I'm here for someone else. And calling me a fag isnt an insult it's a fact!" I yelled before flipping him off and walking over to the field where the rest of the team was running

"Hey golden boy! I need you!!" Zaire stopped running and looked at me.

Aww how sweet he recognizes his nickname. "Atlas? What do you want? I'm in the middle of practice."

"Can I go home with you." He had a surprised look on his face. I'm not surprised that was his reaction. Kinda weird for the outcast, someone who's only been an asshole to you to ask for some home with you.

"Uhm yeah. Are you okay with waiting till the end of practice? I'd get in trouble if I left early."

I nodded and sat down on the bleachers. I kept my distance from he who shall not be named whose face was severely bruised. I smirked and made a stupid face at him. Hopefully making himself feel like the asshole he is.

About 30 minutes later golden boy Zaire walked over to me. "Hey let's get going. I don't live too far away." I nodded.

We walked to his car and right before we got in he looked at me. I turned visibly uncomfortable before he finally spoke up.

What happened. "Well you see it's kinda a long story,"

He leaned against the car basically saying that we wouldn't leave till I told him.

"So after you dropped me off my mom was super pissed about me being home early and like dying since that dickwad gave me a knuckle sandwich for lunch-" I chuckled but he just seemed concerned. "Anyways we argued a little and she took my phone and said I was grounded so I jumped out my window"

His eyes widened. "You're on the second floor though!"

"God you creep you remember that, let's just go to your house." He nodded and we both got in.

Great, I'm going home with one of the most popular boys in my school.

This could only end well.

I cannot believe it but I had to sit through another car ride with this kid.

He said he didn't live too far but this drive has felt so long. I offered to drive since I'm not completely heartless and he made excuses that I was hurt and not in the right state to drive.

I think it was just an excuse. He probabaly thought I was gonna crash the car.

How rude.
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Okie dokie chapter 2 is done and edited!! I hope you guys like it :)

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