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it had been an extremely tough Monday, to say the least. Peter and I had scheduled to get together after school at the library to study for our huge science exam. I did it mainly for him than myself since I had a 90 in that class, not to brag.
I was running super late, having to stay after school to help my journalism teacher finish up the school newspaper final touches, gather up the photos for it from the photo teacher, it was crazy. It was over a half hour before I was walking through the school parking lot to my car. Nobody elses car in the lot, minus mine.
"Aubrey! hey!" a familar voice called a few steps behind me. The voice sent chills down my spine, and goosebumps all over my arms. I looked behind my shoulder and rolled my eyes.
"you nearly had me killed, you think I want to talk to you? why are you even here? where's your car?" I asked, quickening my pace.
"I know it seems like it was all me, but I didn't send them after you." he said. I chuckled bitterly.
"I believe Peter can get a 90 on this science test, more than I believe that cracked up bullshit." I spat, rolling my eyes.
"so I see you inherited your fathers hardass attitude?" he questioned. I spun around on my heel, making him hault suddenly, bumping into me a bit.
"what?" I asked shortly.
"he's a Philosopher, they tend to be the hardass type, no?" he smirked.
"he's... quizattive.." I said slowly, completely ignoring the fact that he knew something about my dad that nobody but Peter and his parents knew.
"where you goin?" he asked, that phrase sent a pain through me. It sounded almost identical to the voice from that night.
"away from you." I said and continued to walk to my car. "you never answered me, why are you following me out here? where's your car."
"across the lot, that's my stang." he said proudly. I rolled my eyes.
"doubt it, that can be anybody's stang." I sighed. He chuckled, took out his keys and unlocked it, making it beep.
"if you have a Mustang, why did we have to walk to Friendly's? would've saved me a near gang rape you know." I insisted.
"tried to save gas, plus it's only a 15 minute walk." he shrugged. I rolled my eyes.
"you're a real piece of work Derek. Tell me, how's that eye and jaw of yours?" I smirked. He inhaled deeply, not answering me.
"is that your mothers make-up you're using? or one of your 5 girl friend's?" I asked amusedly.
"and you call me te piece of work, Aubrey?" he said defensively. I turned my key in the driver side door as I stared him down.
"well Derek, I'm not the one who organized a gang rape, now am I? glad you're so content and proud with that." I nodded and plopped into my car, starting it up and locking it instantly.
I ignored all of his knocks and yells for me to stop. I nearly ran him over as I left the lot and headed to the library.
"hey!" Peter said happily as I sat down infront of him in the back corner table.
"sorry, had to help out my journalism teacher, then had a run in with Derek.." I sighed, taking out all my science notes.
"what did that ass have to say." he said nonchalantly as he looked at the text book infront of him.
