are.” I didn’t even need to make a face before he was explaining his thinking. “Aurora, Rory…I think it works.”
“We’ve met twice and you’ve already renamed me. Something wrong with my name?”
He shook his head. “I just thought Rory rolls off the tongue smoother. Decided yesterday.”
Super. A nickname. This could only end poorly.
“I feel like we’re not at a point where it should be a concern how my name feels on your tongue,” I leaned back and crossed my arms.
He got a sly look on his face. “Agree to disagree.”
I heard a loud sigh from behind me. “Hale,” I heard Kenna’s voice. “Don’t bother with her. Not only does she not put out, but she’s a deformed freak show. The second you get her top off, you’ll see. I think you’d do much better with a girl like me. Or, anyone but her.”
I turned to see her sneering at me. But before I could destroy her, Hale stepped in.
“Incredibly rude, you are. Could you not see that we were talking? Or were you just never taught when to shut your mouth? And, by the way, I wouldn’t talk about imperfections one might have. Especially when in regards to someone as stunning as Aurora, and in comparison to you, Kenna,” he said her name like a mockery. He took a step until he was at his seat. He took it and turned to face Kenna. “Oh, and you might want to give Daddy a call.” He tapped his nose, “Maybe get that straightened out a bit. Ya know, before you go around pointing out others’ flaws.” He faced straight ahead and I stared at him with astonishment.
I picked up a pen and marked down Rory Flynn on the picture. Then I scooted it to him. He fucking earned it.
“Thank you,” he said as he tucked it away on the corner of his desk.
I felt like I needed to explain myself. I whispered, “What she was talking about…I, um. I—”
He held a hand up. “No need to explain. It’s something private and you don’t need to share with a stranger.”
He let me off the hook. And I didn’t know what to say other than, “Thank you.”
He nodded once and pulled the sleeve of his sweater down when his scar became visible. I thought for a second about how I’d never know how he got it. And I thought for a lot longer about why I cared.
Hale stayed quiet for the rest of the class. The teacher droned on about something I wasn’t paying attention to and all I could do was stare blankly ahead.
The bell rang and everyone was at the door. I had to stop off at my locker to grab some extra cash before I went to the lunch room. So by the time I got there, there was a bit of a line. But it only took five minutes to get all the way through. I bought an extra chocolate milk and pudding cup before I started walking to my usual seat.
My eyes were on the floor for most of the walk, but when I looked up I had to suppress a sigh.
“Really?” I said when I reached the table and found Hale. In my seat. Smiling at me.
He nodded. “Really.”
I shut my eyes. I know that God hates me, but this was just cruel. “I just don’t even know what to do at this point,” my arm waved in the air.
He put his foot on the chair next to him and pushed it out. “Sit with me.”
I put a hand on my hip. “Don’t you have a bunch of Ladies in Waiting somewhere panting for you?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “They can keep waiting.”
I was hungry and the clock was ticking. Plus, I knew there was a good chance that if I picked another table, he’d just follow me. So I sat down next to him.
I started eating and I felt his eyes on me. I couldn’t be mean to him. He was nice to me in History. So I should try and be as kind as I could while still making it clear that we weren’t going to be friends.
“So, Rory,” he started. “Why do you draw dragons and Powerpuff Girls?”
I peeled open my chocolate milk. “That’s a bit of a personal question, don’t you think?”
“Want another one?” he offered. “Why did you get two chocolate milks?”
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