My shoulder hits the locker, my bag falls to the ground, and I hear Peter yell "Piece of worthless shit!"

I slide to the ground in agony my shoulder tingling. I sit there against the lockers holding my shoulder. I hear a few people laugh, including Peter, Drew, and Molly, out of the many in the hall. This wasn't the first time he's done this to me.

"Shut up Peter." I moaned.

"What's that Beatrice?" Peter said, laughter still in his voice.

I rolled my eyes and stood up. I picked my bag off the ground and put it on my shoulder, turning to face Peter and his "crew." I looked at him, shook my head and pushed past him. walking down the hallway towards the exit. As I walked I took my phone out of my back pocket to read a message from my brother, Caleb.

"Hey sissy :) need a ride home?" The message read.

I replied with, "I don't know yet give me 5 minutes."

As I sent the message I accidentally hit someone with a hard chest, dropped my phone, and went to fall before he catches me by the waist. Four. No one knew his last name except the teachers. No one knew his first name.

"I- uh- i'm sorry." I said, panicking hard. I didn't know what to do when the most, well not popular, but wanted boy in school. His face was about 4 inches from mine but I couldn't help but stare into his amazingly blue eyes.

"It's fine" Four said sternly, "just don't do it again." He let go of my waist and bent down to pick up my phone. He handed it to me before walking off with his friend Zeke.

I looked down at my phone, the back of the phone was shattered and there was a large crack going across the phone starting at the bottom right corner and extending to the top left.

Great, and the iphone 5's don't come out for another month.

I sighed and returned my phone to the safety of my back pocket. I walked towards the exit and texted Caleb real quick, "I'll walk see you at home." I took my earbuds out of the pocket of my gray hoodie and plugging them into my now shattered phone.

I walked down the street to our house I saw the shadow of a car so I moved over to the side, like a normal person would. I looked over just to see it was one of my neighbors or not. It wasn't a neighbor. It was Four. Driving Marcus Eaton's car. My eyes widened and my eyes followed his car to Marcus Eaton's house, about 3 doors down, across the street. What is he doing there? Marcus lives alone. His son left him 2 years ago so he wasn't there to see Tobias.

Marcus wasn't even home him and my dad were at work. They were councilmen so they would probably be working for another few hours. I walked up my driveway, Caleb wasn't home yet. I walked up the stairs to the porch, pretending to ignore Four, but I didn't hear a car door open or close. I unlocked the house and as I turned around to close the door I looked towards Four once more and saw him getting out of the car. I slammed the door and acted as if I saw nothing.

In panic I walked down the small corridor towards the kitchen and saw a 24 pack of beer sitting on the counter. It was dad's. My mom died about a year ago and since then dad has drank a can of beer every time missed her. It was rare he would have more than one a day.

"Beatrice?" I heard Caleb call my name as walked through the front door. I ran towards him, slammed the door shut and locked the deadbolt. "Should I ask?"

"You know that guy Four?" I asked, Caleb nodded in return "I think he may be Tobias."

Caleb laughed. "That's not true, Tobias is older than Four."

"Caleb, he was driving Marcus' car. Marcus usually takes his car to work."

"Beatrice stop okay." Caleb said with laughter still in his voice.

"Whatever" I said, before walking up the stairs to my room.