He raised a sarcastic brow at Charlie’s outburst. He didn’t seem like any dumbass jock he had ever seen in crappy teenage movies. It was a little creepy honestly, how eager he was to help him out. Was he trying to escape? All those people were running their mouths endlessly about the guy. If so, why didn’t he just leave sooner? Despite his doubts, the albino halfheartedly jogs, books in arms, to meet up with his unusual tour guide.
“Uh, how about no? I only want to see my classes, thank you very much.” A whole walk around school meant having to spend an excessive amount of time with this guy. He was already being irritating, to tell the truth.
“Nah, man. I insist.” Briefly, his eyes darted towards a bend in the hall, as if he had spotted a sudden dash of purple. The purple of a familiar cheerleading uniform. “Please.” He almost whispered. Jesus, he was god-damn begging to spend time with the new kid. He wasn’t sure if he could trust this girly-looking, pale-ass son-of-a-bitch, but he figured that there was no one else in school who was willing to listen to him anymore. At least, anyone who would give him a fair chance to explain himself.
“I’ve had a really rough game, brah.” Understatement. Not like the new guy would know. Still, there had to be something curious about the dark bruise on the spot near his mouth. Or the cut on his lower lip that was only visible when he opened his mouth to speak. Maybe it looked like a football injury of some sort; but last time he checked; football players don’t get their faces all smacked up behind a helmet. “Hey, I know you’re the new kid and stuff. But it would really help me out if we just walked for a little longer. I’ll pay you if that’s what’cha want. C’mon, man. I really just need to spend time on the bench for a while.”
Please. Just the way he said it. It was honestly almost pathetic, but even he understood that that the jock was trying to tell him something pretty serious. He couldn’t help but feel like he missed something. The way they had been speaking about the guy, in front of him, too, was bizarre to say the least. ”F-fine.” Damn him for being a better person than he wanted to be. Damn Charlie too, for being so pitiful.
“No, I do not want payment.” He really could have used the money, but the thought of profiting off someone so low disgusted him, really. He was a killer, but he had his sense of honor. He had his values. ”Really. Why are you so desperate to get away? A guy like you probably gets herpes everyday from the amount of people sucking your dick.” He grimaced.
