Are You Ready | ✔

Chapter Four

Chapter Four - Fuckface Dickhead

Friday, 13th March 2020

KRYSTALLIA

I waited in the SUV with Kris for Sam to finally come out of his house. I laid on the seat and laid my head on his lap while he stroked my hair gently, playing with the pink ends. When he saw Sam walk out of his house in a groggy way, he opened the door and Sam hopped in, sitting opposite us.

"Drive," Kris ordered while sliding the door close and the car started moving. Sam laid on the seat and rubbed his eyes.

He was planning on skipping but Kris threatened him, he said that Sam was to protect me when he couldn't. Just the same thing he says whenever Sam wants to skip a day.

I mean, I could protect myself, but I'll let him do what he wants.

We soon arrive at the school and we got out of the car. Kris pulled me in his arms and kissed my forehead, "Stay with Sam. I love you."

I leaned into his warmth, "I love you too."

After he let me go, Sam threw an arm around my shoulder and flipped Kris off, "See ya, dickhead."

Kris just shook his head and smirked. The two of us went towards the door and I turned my head on instinct.

Gone.

I smiled to myself, they're getting faster each time.

"Where's your locker?"

I pointed to my locker on the right. He looked surprised, "My locker's right beside, dude."

"Kris probably pulled a few strings, dude."

He chuckled and we went towards our lockers.

Every time in a new school, we would just stick together until we get expelled, and then get in a new school, stick together, get expelled, and repeat the cycle for, if I'm not mistaken, this year's the thirteenth.

We started this cycle when I was seven. No one could believe a little shit could get expelled from first grade, but I just proved them wrong, so suck it.

We took out the books we needed and exchanged schedules to check. Our eyebrows raised at the schedules, "Kris really went all out on this school."

Our schedule's time is exactly the same, just different classes as he's a junior, but our classes are still close by, seeing both of us are taking the same major and minors.

"He loves you, he'll do anything for you."

I punched his pec and we walked to my class first.

Probably should give you a little insight into our backstory together.

We're not virgins, first of all. We lost it to each other because there wasn't anyone else. We've always wanted to lose it to someone we love, and each other was the best choice.

No, we're not a couple. After our first time, we tried dating but failed miserably. Broke up after a week without hard feelings, and when we had fun with others, no one got jealous.

We've had make-out sessions, little janitor's closet quickies, but never a serious relationship after the failed one. If we found a partner and wanted to pursue a relationship, then go ahead, no hard feelings.

There's a little backstory. Enjoy!

I sat at the farthest corner at the back of the class and Sam sat at my table.

Again, Kris told him to stay with me until the professor came in. Since we, especially Sam, didn't care about being late. We could skip and our attendance would still be perfect, but Kris would kill us before changing it.

We talked about random things when the professor walked in. Sam kissed my hair, "I'll see you after class, Krystie."

"See you, Sam."

He smirked and walked out of the class. I took out my things and the professor turned on the air-conditioner. My ears immediately reacted and turned cold. I pulled my hood over my head to shield my poor ears and focused on Sociology.

***

Right when the lecture ended, I saw Sam leaning by the doorway. I quickly packed up my things and walked to him.

"Hey, Krystie."

"Hey, Sam."

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and we walked to our lockers, talking about what happened in class. When we reached, we stuffed our things in so we could go out to eat, but someone leaned on the locker next to me. I looked at found the guy again.

I'm so confused.

"Krystallia Estrada," he said and I hated that I liked the way my name rolled off his tongue.

"Fuckface Dickhead," I mocked while crossing my arms over my chest. His friends behind sucked in a sharp breath and I smirked. He rolled his eyes, "You could've just asked for my name."

"Sorry, your name is just too irrelevant in my life that it's a waste of memory."

Everyone in the vicinity of hearing that gasped. He raised an eyebrow but before he could say something back, I heard two lockers slammed shut and an arm going around the front of my shoulders and pulling me into a chest.

"Something wrong?"

I shook my head and stared back at the four guys in front of us, "Nothing. Just a friendly talk."

I felt Sam smirk a little before pulling me away from the guys.

"You looked like you needed saving," he said while pushing me gently. I punched his torso, "I could've handled the situation myself, but thanks."

"You're welcome."

We exited the school to get some food from the mall nearby.

Sorry for the late update, I was catching up on work. Thank you for choosing to read AYR.

See you!

-Phantom