This is a short chapter. [Duh] but I hope you enjoy anyways.
Song of the chapter goes to Pierce the Veil - King for a Day featuring Kellin Quinn. The minute I heard this song, I became addicted to it and I literally can't stop listening to it. It's so addictive.
Brandon has been avoiding me all day and I don’t blame him, but if he’s serious about acing this test, he better start getting used to being around me. It was the end of the day and it was a Friday, I wanted to get started on this as soon as possible. With a person like Brandon, I’m sure I’ll be doing this for a long time. I’m the type of person who has to have everything perfect. If try to cram something in his head at the last minute, I know he’ll fail and I never let people down.
I was just finishing putting all the books I didn’t have homework out of in my locker when the person I’d least expect to be standing behind it. Brandon Long, I guess he wants to start now.
Brandon was way taller than me so he loomed over me like a shadow. I was pressed up against the locker with him looking down at me with a blank expression. He looked left and right then he turned back to me and let out a sigh.
“When do you want to do this?” He grumbled.
“As soon as possible.” I replied back.
“When are you available?” He asked. I shrugged my shoulders in a nonchalant way.
“I’m free anytime. I’ve got nothing to do at home anyways.” I said.
Before I had time to register, Brandon had grabbed my arm and began dragging me away from my locker and towards the front door of the school. I protested and finally kicked him in the leg, making him loose focus and let go of my hand. I stopped walking to get myself under control. I turned around and glared at a monotone Brandon.
“Dude, you just can’t go grabbing chicks like that!” I scolded.
“Sorry, but I really want to get this study thing out of my hair.” He replied.
You and me both.
“I think it would be best if we start right now, so get in the car.” He demanded. I put my hands up in a defensive pose. “I don’t get in the car with strangers.” It’s true. Sure, I know Brandon’s name and what he does at school but that’s not nearly enough information to get in a car with someone.
“I’m not that strange. We’ve been going to school since the first grade.” He explained.
Still, I don’t know a lot about you. I wanted to say but I thought better of it.
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes and followed him to the car. I was actually sort of happy to not be going home because I didn’t want to face my mother and John right now. I hope one day mom snaps out of this spell John has on her and finally dumps his ass so we can go back to living the way it used to be.
Living the way when I would come home to chocolate milk and cookies. Mom and I would sit in front of the television and eat all sorts of junk food. Then we would play games and say how much we loved each other every hour. Mom would walk me upstairs and tuck me in. She would always sing me a song to get me to sleep and I would go to sleep with a smile on my face because mom has a gift.
I couldn’t believe I was in the same car as Brandon Long. A lot of girls would kill right now to be where I am, but yet I felt no excitement whatsoever. I felt like I was in a regular car with a regular guy. Brandon left the parking lot a few moments later and we were driving down the street. There were old women all huddled around a sleeping guy on a bench, they were poking him with their canes. One middle aged woman was wearing a pink jogging suit while running and trying to walk her Scottish terrier. Little girls were playing hopscotch on the sidewalk and there was a boy who was on the ground crying with a scraped knee.
The car ride wasn’t awkward but it was silent. I actually enjoy the silent. Brandon had to interrupt that when he turned on the radio and rap music started to play. I’ve never got the idea of rap music. Most of the artists can’t write, have shitty lyrics and exploit women.
I covered my ears up with my hands and let out a shriek. It had to be the dumbest song on in the world. It was that Rack City song, the dumbest song of 2011. I didn’t want to be rude and interrupt his song time so I took out my iPod and put on Pierce the Veil’s King for a Day song featuring Kellin Quinn from Sleeping with Sirens.
“Please, won't you push me for the last time
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore
The thought of you's no fucking fun
You want a martyr, I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done”
I sang. Before I knew it, I was singing the entire song. Even the screaming parts. When the song was done, I had totally forgotten that I was in the car with someone. I looked out in front of me to see we had stopped at a very large house and Brandon was beside me clapping and smiling. I automatically felt embarrassed, I had never sung in front of anyone before. I never thought I was the type of person to sing.
Before he could say anything, I grabbed my backpack and got out of the car. I walked up the stairs and gasped. His house is REALLY huge. I wonder what his parents do?
“Come on, we can’t get anything done out here.” He said as he walked past me and opened the door. I snapped out of my trance and followed him inside.
I’d never thought in a million years that I would be inside Brandon Long’s house.
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What Makes You DifferentTeen Fiction
She’s a loner. He has many friends. She has a mother who is addicted to drugs, his mother is a model. Her father walked out on her the day she was born. His father is a multi-millionaire. She has nothing to live for and he promises to change that.