Hello there again! Thank you guys so much for reading my story I really apreciate it! :) Especially the Guest User, LT, who wrote a very lovely review that touched me and to answer your question I will most definately continue this story. Trust me this is not a one-shot I intend to make this long. Also to my new followers livelovelaugh9704 and violet98983. Thank you so much! Now enough of my sappiness, and onward to the story!
Chapter 2
(Tobias POV)
"996...997...998...999...1000! Wooh!" I just finished my morning workout beating my record of 980 reps. I feel like me again now that I have my own apartment. I just moved out of my father, Marcus's, house with the help of my bestfriend Zeke, his little brother Uriah, and their mom Sarah. They've been trying to get me out of there since I told them about the abusive dick when I was 10. He always treated me like shit ever since my mom died in a car accident when I was 5. He was a drunk and a abusive father at home, but to the public eye, he was this big time CEO seen in Forbes magazine...ugh douche bag. Six years later I finally have my own place, with him paying the rent of course. The court wouldn't allow it since he is famous and all and now the only contact I have with him is through the large sums of money that fills my bank account and trust fund. The apartment I live in is very big with 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and 2 half bathrooms. The living room is large with a full couch, two loveseats, and a entertainment center with a 72' flat screen TV that comes out of the entertainment center. The kitchen is spacious also with a bar and a island with all new 2015 stainless steel appliances. I made sure I used enough of his money on this apartment to suite my needs. Plus the court made sure of it since he lives in a 3-story masion with 3 pools and his own basketball court. Did I mention he was a dick?
I take a quick shower in my bathroom and get dressed in a black and red Nike shirt, dark camo jeans, and Jordan 11's. I grab my backpack, my black hoodie, and keys hop into my 1969 black and silver mustang. I stop at McDonalds and order seven breakfast meals. I pull up to the school with Eminem's Rap God blasting through my speakers and I see a black and red camaro parked right in my spot. The hell? Does this dude not know that this is my parking spot? I have my name written on it! The number 4 in black outlined with silver right on the cement block. I admire the camaro, glad that its not Amity red, but a deep dark red. Who ever this guy is he has a nice taste in cars, but I will only let this slide today since it is a very nice car, and very well kept. I pull up right beside it so I would know to speak to him after school.
I walk inside towards the cafeteria abd find my friends sitting the our usual table. "Guess who brought breakfast from Mickey D's. Eat up!" I say grinning. Zeke is the first person to attack his breakfast. "Tans muu di s o goo!" Zeke says witha mouthful of pancakes and syrup running down his chin. Uriah, Marlene, Shauna, Will, and Christina all nod their heads in laughter with their mouths stuffed with food. I started to eat my food shaking my head at these guys and that is when I saw her...