Chapter 2

This morning, I was getting ready for school and wondering what Brandon Johnson was talking about yesterday evening. Does he really have an STD? I was brushing my teeth while standing in the halls when my perfect sister came out of her room with unruly hair and mascara all over her face. I dropped my toothbrush on the ground and asked her "What's wrong? It seems like you've crawled out from hell!"

She looked at me for some time as if she wanted to tell me something. By looking at her face, I could tell that yesterday evening was not very good for her. Well, she did come home while running as if she had a thousand bulls chasing her. I can relate and you know why.

"Anna, do you have an STD?" I just wanted to be sure but maybe that wasn't the right question to ask.

It seemed as if I pressed some weird switch because as I said that, she started crying again and hugged me, rubbing off all her mascara on my white T-shirt. Naturally, I shouted, "GET AWAY FROM ME! HEY IS YOUR NOSE RUNNING? GROSS! DON'T RUB IT ON MY T-SHIRT" But did she listen? No. Look how good of a big brother I am, I sacrificed my fucking T-Shirt because of my little sister.

When she finally pushed me away, I looked at myself in the mirror. I literally looked like an alive and walking shit! I wasn't surprised though because that's what happens when shit hits you. You become a part of it and manifest yourself.

"Is it AIDS?" I whispered because firstly her condition looked terrible and secondly, I don't know of any other STD. She looked at my feet while holding on to my shirt.

"My boyfriend," She sobbed.

"Brandon Johnson?"

"Yes, he-he dumped me! He was cheating on me!" She had a mental breakdown and my shirt suffered. It was now of every colour but white.

Wait.

He WHAT?! He cheated on my sister?! How dare he! Okay, now I was shocked and angry. Although my sister is irritating, pushy, mean and a total bitch, no guy can play with her like that! I should've killed him the first time he touched her! But I'll do that now! Plus it's a nice chance to beat him to a pulp—I even had a fairly believable excuse now!

I quickly took a bath, got ready, stuffed in a slice of bread for breakfast and ran towards the school. I reached school early, so I didn't see anyone in the hallways except a few members of the student council and the janitor. I thought he might have not come to the school this early, but surprisingly enough, he was there.

And luckily there was no one else inside the class except him. Makes things easier as there will be no witnesses if I lose it and beat him up. Which was a possibility as he was an ass. He is sitting on his chair with a mirror and certain creams and stuff kept before him. He was applying a lip balm while looking into the mirror when I decided to destroy him.

"HEY!" I shouted as I entered his classroom. He heard me shout at him and turned towards me. He had a shade of pinkish-crimson into his eyes which shone beneath his white bangs. Talk about a walking ghost, but I wasn't intimidated! "HOW DARE YOU DUMP MY SISTER?!" I shouted.

"Well," He had a deep voice. Breathy and sensual but I wasn't intimidated! He closed the lip balm, "Anna Roberts of class 1-A, right? I heard you're twins" Then, he smiled like he always does in front of those stupid girls "You two are nothing alike" He was mocking me.

That was it! I'm sorry that I look sloppy and fat while my sister looks hot! I finally lost it, I went to his seat and slammed my hand on his table "JERK! HOW DARE YOU PLAY AROUND WITH OTHER GIRLS WHILE DATING MY SISTER?! WHY WOULD YOU DATE SOMEONE YOU DON'T LOVE?!"

He chuckled as he looked down and then raised his head, "You're naive, aren't you?"

Was he making fun of me? I grabbed him by his collar and picked him up from his seat, when he stood up, I noticed that he was taller than me, but I didn't care! All I knew was that he was an ass!

"You're quite good at being annoying," I narrowed my eyes. He smirked and slightly tilted his head, looking into my eyes, "I'm good at many other things," I left his collar and moved a step back. He moved closer. What the fuck? I moved back for a purpose, you are not supposed to move forward, idiot! But as I moved back, he started moving towards me.

"Kate Roberts," He looked into my blue eyes when we stopped at the wall as there was nowhere further to go. I was cornered! Oh shit, now he's going to beat me to death?

"What the hell?" He touched my cheeks, "You've got such bad skin, tch,"

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"

"Your skin for now. But it's alright, we can work on it together. I'll help you glow up"

"I don't want to glow up," I furrowed my eyebrows and glared at him.

"But I want you to glow up,"

"But I don't want you to want me to glow up,"

"I'll make you want me to want you to glow up,"

He is so stubborn and annoying!

"I came to talk about serious stuff!"

"Go ahead," He smiled. He is getting on my nerves.

"Who is that bitch with whom you cheated on my sister?"

"I cheated on her? I just told her I don't like her anymore,"

That bitch lied to me?! Oh my fucking God, I'll go home and kill her. Now, I was embarrassed so I tried to change the topic.

"Why do you not like her anymore?"

He pressed his arms on the wall behind us and leaned over me. He pressed his forehead on mine, "Because I like someone else," He smiled as he looked into my eyes. I was intimidated, guys. I first decided to move away from him and talk like two bros, not like hoes. But I couldn't find an escape. He looked at me but he wasn't moving at all. It's like he froze which was beginning to turn spooky.

"Well, er, Brandon,"

He finally blinked, "Can I go now?" I asked.

He was fucking creepy. I had to leave as soon as possible. He smiled, "If I say no, would you stay?"

"FUCK NO I WON'T!" I pushed him away, "YOU ARE STILL THAT ASS THAT DUMPED MY SISTER AND I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

He chuckled and held my school ID card in his hand, "WHEN DID YOU TAKE THAT?!" I pressed my hands on my hips—My ID was gone! THIS ASS! I can't get into school without it!

"If you want this back, let's meet here in the evening. The same time as yesterday,"

"Yesterday?"

He smirked, "When you saw me talking on the phone with Harry,"

HE SAW ME!

"Hi Brandon!" A girl entered the class and soon people started coming in and surrounding him. I slowly walked back to my class. What a creepy dude.

While I was walking into the class, I saw some people running into the halls. There are always guys at school whose only purpose is not studying. And not letting others study. I walked in the direction of the crowd and saw a group of cool kids forming a circle. One of them held a Bluetooth speaker and two guys stood between the circle. It was a rap battle. Seniors were there! These are the guys you don't want around you. They can bury your self esteem before your eyes. Scary as shit.

One of them was a nineteen-year-old, fourth year senior with green dyed hair, lip piercing, a spiny bracelet wrapped around his wrist and sunglasses over his eyes. He was tall and lean. The other was a fifteen-year-old, first year freshman like me. He wore a red cap and had skinny arms. They threw a coin in the air to choose who'd start and it was the freshman's win. He was thinking about what to say while they all just talked in slang.

"If you win this chad, we go wing ding. What d'ya say, Louise?" The green dyed hair senior said to an emo blue haired guy standing in the crowd, smoking cigarettes. He wore a weird shirt saying "Miso soup sucks" and torn off jeans.

"You tore 'nother jeans?" A black guy asked him. WAIT SO THAT JEANS WASN'T ALREADY TORN?!

He exhaled smoke, "Met a screwed up buck in the way jonesing some dick sucking. Sober much, Jerome?"

As I said, American slags. That's what seniors often use. It's like another language within English.

"Eh, that's basic Louise," They seemed to be all friends.

"Who am I fuckin' today?" The green haired senior asked.

"I am Johnny Tedson," The freshman replied.

"Who? Johnson's teddy bear?" They laughed. For those of you who don't know, Johnson is actually a slang for penis. Yes, your entire life is a lie.

"I'm Michelle Jibber," The green haired senior introduced himself.

"Alright mates, we startin'" A first year student said. He had a London accent. Maybe an exchange student. And the music started,

This is entirely just a rap of them talking about each other's bitches?

Lemme just summarize it—He fucked her girlfriend for reals? What the fuck just happened? Johnny Tedson walked towards that senior and shook his hands, "That was dope"

"Yo, this dude's gay!" They laughed at him. I honestly felt bad for him.

I decided to leave before watching anymore. This place is full of jerks and bitches. I opened my locker and took out my books. I saw a brunette dude, not very tall but very fine. I knew him by name—Harrison Louverne. He was the most popular guy in school. He was a freshman too, I have no idea how he achieved it within a week. He was surrounded by people wherever he went and seemed like a sick dude. But I knew guys like him and I can't be friends. He passed through me with his clout.

I stood still in the moving crowd, staring at nothing.

Honestly though, where am I going?

Where are we going?

-To be continued