Chapter Two

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I slammed my locker closed the early Tuesday morning. Here I was, slaving away at school again, not knowing anyone at all and avoiding the gazes of others. I wasn't new or anything, but they all read in the newspaper about my father and brother's deaths in the newspaper. From what I was told, it was quick and painless the way they passed. But I kept thinking to myself that they must've felt the bullets.

The wrong place at the wrong time.

Turning, I began walking down the hallway, keeping my head high and looking straight ahead as always.

Rule number one, never look weak.

Not getting very far, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw Johnny smiling at me kindly. He was a very good looking guy with his dark eyes. I love his eyes, them being so warm and mysterious. They're the complete opposite of mine, piercing gray.

"Hey." I said to him, smiling.

"Hey, how's it going?" he asked. His voice was even gorgeous.

No.

Rule number two, never on any circumstances start crushes with new people. You'll just get screwed over again.

"Pretty good." I replied. "And you?"

"Well, I'm not wet, am I?"

I laughed, "I'm so sorry about that! I didn't know that anyone would be below my window so early. Normally people are at home sleeping."

He looked down quickly before bringing his gaze back up to me again. "Yeah, well, um, I like the early morning."

He is very interesting, in a obscure manner.

"This is my class." I said, pointing to the doorway as we got further down the hall.

"Ok, bye." he said quickly.

"Bye."

"Wait!" he yelled as I began to walk through the door. "Doyouwanttocomeovertotheguyshouseafterschool?" he asked quickly.

"What?" I asked. People should really not mumble. It doesn't get you anything or anywhere.

"Um, do you want to come over after school? To the Curtis' house actually, not mine." he said.

"Sure." I said. He looked relieved once I answered. "Where should we meet?"

"By the steps is good."

"Okay. See you then."

I smiled. This should be nice.

After school, I walked out to the front steps to wait for Johnny. Weird, me being invited to hang out. Didn't he read about everything my family was involved in? That's why people started to avoid me in the first place, when I needed them most. My best friend basically ignored me now, not caring about what happened. Well, she was a Soc. I wasn't really anything. More middle classer. But why care? We're all people. We feel pain and love and happiness. We live and die. I just didn't understand why people didn't get over their shame for the whole subject.

Here I was, rambling inside my mind.

Looking around, I spotted him coming from the field. He waved, and I ran up to join him.

"So, how do we get to this Curtis house?" I asked, putting my hands on the straps of my backpack. Feeling around, I grabbed a hairtie and pulled my long brown hair out of my face.

"It's just a few blocks down or so. Not to far." he said.

It was strange, walking with Johnny. He didn't talk much, save for a comment on how the weather was nice and such. Small talk.

As we rounded a corner, I heard in the distance a car rumbling closer and closer. As it came towards us, I looked back to see a shiny, dark blue Mustang. Ohh. A stang. The only problem was that this nice car was being driven by a herd of assholes.

Johnny looked back too and said,"They can't do anything, the park's neutral." We were at the park, but not really in it. I decided not to point this out.

"Just keep walking, they should leave." he said to me. I saw him touch the scar that ran along the side of his face. I heard the story about him, being jumped so bad he was scarred for life. But he also sported mysterious cuts and bruises on his hands that couldn't be hidden by his jean jacket.

The car didn't seem to leave, they kept following us, until one shouted out something.

"Hey whore, how much did he pay you to sleep with him? You do know he's grease, right!" a girl yelled. I heard laughter from the car and as it sped away, I saw my 'best friend' sitting in the car with them, laughing her head off.

Johnny looked shocked.

"They shouldn't be talking." he said angrily. "Those bastards, calling you that."

He turned to me. "You're never gonna be as low as them."

"I know." I said. "It's just that a friend of mine was in that car."

"Some friend." he said sarcasticly.

"Yeah, she abandoned me after she heard about what happened to my family. But I could care less about her now."

We continued to walk in silence until we got to the front of a worn, but not terribly shabby, house.

"This is it." he said, and opened the door.

I hope it wasn't too bad! I'm still trying to catch onto my storyline. But I'll soon get on a roll. And if you have any suggestions, please tell! It would be great to get other people involved in this. Review!