*WARNING: There is a lot of swear words and the mention of marijuana in this chapter.

Chapter 3: Visitor

"Good morning, Lydia Hazel." Bash said as I answered the door. I shut the door immediately after I realized I was fresh out of bed. Yesterday's makeup smeared on my face and hair a mess.

"Lydia, Come on. You look fine." Bash said, knocking on the door.

"Give me 5 minutes." I said, locking the door. Bash sighed in relent.

The last week at the academy had been pretty uneventful. No new students, no house fires due to a pissed off pyro kid. The only thing that kept me from ditching all of my classes and leaving the school was Bash.

We had become pretty close over the past week. We shared our stories. He was the only one that got me and I was the only one that got him, You know ? He was the only teenager this i had befriended at the academy. I had met a girl named Zoe, about 25 or 26, as well as her husband, Kyle, who was 28 or 29.

Zoe attended as a student years ago. She and Kyle had a complicated story, but who doesn't?

I ran to the bathroom that was in my room and brushed my long, dark brown hair before I parted it to the right. It flowed into soft waves down to the lower half of my back. I wiped the smudged makeup from under my eyes and sighed at my reflection. My pale ivory skin was more pale than usual. Due to just waking up.

I went to my dresser and searched for some decent clothes. I found some black leggings, a black and white tribal print oversized, small knit sweater. I decided to put on some plain black vans because I learned the hard way that shoes were mandatory in classes.

I looked at myself in the full size mirror. I had an average frame. I wasn't skinny, but I wasn't fat. I always had pride in my thighs, despite not having an infamous 'thigh gap'.

I grabbed my black leather messenger bag and threw it over my shoulder. I sighed, not wanting to go to any of my classes.

I opened the door to Bash leaning against the door frame outside of my room with a smile on has face.

"Good morning, Lydia Hazel." Bash said, his charming smile smile still mesmerising and adorable. He wore a black v-neck shirt with a black and white tribal print pocket, some dark jeans, black vans and a grey beanie that he looked sexy in.

He chuckled as he saw my sweater and shoes.

"I like your style, Lydia Hazel." He said, pointing to my outfit.

"You know how I feel about that phrase. And right back at you." I said, reminding him that I hated mornings and they were never 'good' in my opinion.

"Sorry. You do take some getting used to. You're cynical and weird." Bash said as he took my bag as he had every morning since I arrived at the academy. I fake scoffed, as if I was offended.

"In a good way, I like it." He added, I chuckled and turned my face away from him so he wouldn't see my blush.

I was about to say something when Delia came over the intercom.

"Lydia Riley, Please come to my office. You have a visitor." She said, her voice still honeysuckle sweet. My mind immediately went to Isaac.

Bash walked me downstairs to Delia's office, I knocked. She didn't answer the door, she only told us to come in.

I opened the door and saw the familiar quiff of red hair sitting in one of Delia's chairs.

"This boy says he knows you?" Delia said, her innocent smile made it hard to be mad at her for letting him in. I nodded as the boy turned to me.

There he was. Aiden Walker. A tall, somewhat muscular, douchebag that dumped me after I found out he was cheating on me. My arrogant ex-boyfriend.

I guess Delia could sense the tension.

"I have some business to attend to. I'll leave you to visit." She left the room without another word. I looked behind me to make sure Bash was still there.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I half yelled. He stood up and smiled.

"I came to get you back, Lydia." He said, his voice condescending. I kept questioning why I ever dated him. I heard Bash exhale.

"You stupid, concieded, ignorant, piece of shit, egotistical son of a bitch! Why do you want me back? YOU dumped ME. After a year and a half of me pouring my heart and soul into our relationship, You dump me after I have sex with you and you go cheat on me! Go home, Aiden. I don't want you here. Go back to your closed-minded family and way of life." I yelled, my voice dripping with anger.

Bash put his hand on the small of my back as if to calm me down without risking the words. Aiden looked unphased and cocky, as usual.

"I missed your wide vocabulary, Babe." He said, he chuckled in a mocking tone. He really did know how to push my buttons.

"Fuck off." I said, his neanderthal demeanor made me angry.

"I still have one of your hoodies, babe." He said like it was going to make me fall into his arms once again.

"And I still have your virginity, Asshole. Doesn't change a thing. Don't call me babe. I'm not your girlfriend anymore, nor will I ever be again." I said, my voice seeping with attitude.

"Come on, Lydia. You miss me and you know it. Please tell me you aren't dating THIS prick." He said, pointing to Bash. Bash was about to say something when I put my hand on his chest and shook my head.

"No, Fuck you. I don't miss you. Moving 600 miles away was supposed to be a hint of my moving on with my life after getting cheated on by you And it's not of your business who I date." I said, crossing my arms. I hated that my past came up around Bash.

"You know that was an accident!" Aiden protested. I scoffed.

"How do you 'accidently' have sex with another girl? Did you trip and fall into her vagina? I should've listened to my friends when they told me you were a player." I said, recalling the moment I found him in bed with a freshman girl.

Aiden was quiet.

"And I read all of the messages. You told that poor freshman girl that you loved her and wanted to be with her forever. All the same bullshit you spoonfed me for a year and a half."

"Lydia, I'm sorry babe. Please take me back?" Aiden said. His face convincing but his mind, not so much.

"You're forgetting that I can pick through your mind. You don't want me back, You just want in my pants again! Fuck you, It's not happening. And by the way, Aiden, you're an amazing actor. If only I wasn't clairvoyant and couldn't see right through you."

I finished my rant and turned to the door. I grabbed Bash by the wrist and pulled him out of Delia's office.

We skipped the first couple of classes and stayed in my room. We got high and relaxed.

We had been laying on my floor, smoking, eating food and talking about random stuff for an hour before he got curious about Aiden.

"What was that all about?" Bash asked as he munched on some sour patch kids we got from the kitchen.

"Shitty ex-boyfriend. Together for a year and a half. Lost my virginity to him. He cheated. I caught him in bed with a freshman. I was pissed. I left. Now I'm here. I'd much rather be here, stoned as shit and eating candy with my best friend than be back home with him at my doorstep everyday." I said, indifferent.

"I see. Are you over him? Or still grieving the loss of your neanderthal?" He said, lightly elbowing my arm. I giggled.

"Over him and Over the breakup. I don't need someone who is unfaithful to me." I said before popping another red sour patch kid into my mouth.

"You deserve better anyway. He had this 'I'm a tool and proud' vibe that I wasn't digging."

I giggled.

"I'm serious. Beautiful, smart and powerful girl like you deserves a guy that knows what kind of a girl he has, and treats her right." He added, while opening a bag of Flamin Hot cheetos. I looked at him, he didn't notice.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments until I decided to be funny.

"I'm not a slut." I said, as a joke. He turned his head to face me.

"I know." He said, his honey brown eyes looking into my bright blue ones.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked, while we were on the subject. I was curious to know who had a bit of my Bash of their own. Meaning that in a friendly way, Of course.

"No," He said, turning his head back to the ceiling.

"You don't seem very proud."

"It was this girl that I had a major crush on sophomore year. I went to a party with a couple of my buddies. She was drunk and horny. I was there. She did all of the work and never talked to me again." He sounded kinda sad.

"Still not over her?" I asked, a feeling grew in my stomach. I shoved it away.

"No, I'm over her. It's just that I missed my cliche opportunity to get laid by someone who was also a virgin. I was raised with a bunch of girls, I saw plenty of chick flicks." He say, with a chuckle.

"Hey, Looks like we're in the same boat. We can be opportunity missers together." I said, with a smile. He smiled back.

"Fine with me, Lydia Hazel."