Why was he here? I've been trying to not see him all day. As he started to walk forward, I was however, backing up. He noticed me and started walking faster. I hesitated and ran off, not looking back. I hid into a locker that was luckily opened and let out a deep breath.

I was looking for the chance to face him again. I slowly got out of the locker and walked around, peeking behind every corner. The bells just rung and I had no idea where art class was. I turned around to come face-to-face with none other than Gary.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my little sister Tara. Why'd ya run?" He asked in sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes, not wanting to make contact.

"Because I didn't know what to expect from a lunatic I call a brother." I said coldly. He looked at me with hate, while I on the other hand, had fear in my eyes. And he smirked because he knew it.

"Your lucky your my sorry excuse of a sister." he said, looking at me coldly. That hit me, hard.

"Maybe if you weren't such a dick, I wouldn't have did that to you." I said, tearing up. After all these years, he still didn't forgive me. I wouldn't forgive myself either.

"Listen, I'm sorry-" I had to cut him off right there.

"Sorry? Sorry?! Gary, you're never fucking sorry! All my life I've been hearing that word come out of your mouth, but it never means anything! For once in my life, I would like to believe that excuse, but I never can." I said, crying. I stormed off, not looking back at his hurt expression.

It was lunch time, and I honestly didn't want to eat. I was sitting at a table when a guy in a sky blue sweater vest walked up to me. "Excuse me?" He asked.

I looked up at him with green, hurt eyes. "What?" I said with a cracked voice. Of course he sat right next to me and had sympathy.

"You look hurt, want to talk about it?" He asked. I slightly laughed, giving him a look.

"Are you just trying to be nice, or are you really sorry for me?" I ask, flipping my hair out of my face. He looked at me, starstruck, but shook his head.

"Actually, I care. So, would you like to tell me what's wrong?" He said, scooting closer. I slid away slowly and nodded.

"I just seen my brother again and we started arguing." I said, sighing. Gary was always know as a basterd. I looked around and seen Gary eyeing me in the doorway of the cafeteria. I turned back to the boy who was looking at me intensely.

"My name is Tad, and you are?" He asked with such a proper tone.

"Tara. And I have to go." I said, standing up and collecting my stuff. I walked out, not before get pulled onto the side by Gary.

"What do you want?" I asked in a harsh tone. He looked at me with wide green eyes, saying he was actually sorry. I looked down, wiping my face. Why all of a sudden he wants forgiveness.

"Listen, what I did was wrong. And I deserved what I got. But you have to trust me on this, nobody here is your friend." He said, gripping my wrist a little too tight.

"G-Gary, you're hurting me." I said. He quickly let me go, rubbing my wrist.

"I'm sorry, honestly." I nodded, walking away. I believed him, but I can't trust him. Not just yet.