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Fuck, maybe he’d said more than he remembered? Maybe she felt awkward as hell, sick of seeing him drunk from partying, and tired of all his bullshit? He couldn’t blame her, but not having Rosie in his life, at least as a friend, was not an option.
But he’d starting questioning why he felt the need to be so reckless, to be a fucking idiot and drink his life away. At only eighteen that was the highlight of every single fucking spare time he had off. Was he such a damn loser that he couldn’t even focus on a future?
What fucking future? You’ll be stuck in this damn town while Rosie leaves and makes something incredible for herself.
He pushed his thoughts away and got out of the car. Rosie was long gone inside, and he saw Rowley and a few of the other guys he hung out with making their way over to him.
After clapping each other on the back, they made their way into the school and their first class. Truth was Rebel fucking hated school, was shit at it, but then again didn’t apply himself. He did the minimum just to pass, and that was it.
Just as class was about to start, the door was pulled open and a guy walked in. Clearly new at school, he had a backpack slung over his shoulder and this arrogant attitude cast along his face.
Rebel leaned back in his seat and watched as the newcomer went to the empty seat beside him, and although he hadn’t said one word to the guy everything in Rebel’s body tensed. He was big, tall, and muscular, and had this smirk on his face like he knew something no one else did.
It kind of pissed Rebel off, or maybe that was the asshole side of him rising up?
The guy looked at Rebel, maybe feeling the holes he stared in the side of his head, and smirked wider.
“What’s up, man?” He gave Rebel a chin tilt in acknowledgement, and when Rebel didn’t respond he faced the front of the class again.
“We have a new student, everyone,” the teacher said, her appearance frazzled, like she might have just rolled out of bed and hastily gotten ready because she realized she was late. She gestured for the new kid to stand. “What’s your name, and where are you from?”
“Charleston,” the kid said.
“Charleston?” the teacher said. “As in that’s where you’re from?”
“No, as in that’s my name. I transferred from River Run.” He sat down without saying anything else, and there were a couple of hushed murmurs from the students.
“Okay, well, welcome, Charleston,” the teacher said again and turned to start class.
Rebel didn’t like this guy already, not with his cocky attitude. Hell, maybe he didn’t like him because Charleston reminded Rebel of himself, and wasn’t that a scary fucking thing?
ChapterFour
Rosie grabbed her tray of food and went in search of Rebel, but he wasn’t sitting in his usual spot. So he wasn’t here yet, but she knew he’d be here soon enough.
“Hey, Bookie,” Rebecca, one of the school bitches said and smirked. Bookie, the stupid nickname Rebecca had decided to give Rosie freshman year because she read a lot. Rebecca was an idiot, though, because Rosie didn’t take offense to the name.
Like reading was such a bad thing? An insult coming from Rebecca, who spent more time in the girls’ bathroom putting “her face on”—Rosie didn’t give a second thought to the girl.
She made her way past the table where all the “popular girls” sat, which just happened to be close to where Rebel and his friends sat.
She sat down, and only a couple of minutes later Rowley and Max sat down across from her, two of Rebel’s closest friends, and just as wild as Rebel.
“Hey, Rosie,” Rowley said. He was the nicest of all of Rebel’s friends, especially when it came to her. The rest usually just gave her a smile that lasted about a millisecond, and then she was invisible to them.
Maybe they didn’t like the fact the “nerd” hung around, or maybe they didn’t like that she was a girl and invading in their “guy time”? Either way she didn’t care because it didn’t bother her.
Rosie, due to her unpopular status at school and the fact she didn’t really have friends, had grown a thick skin in middle school. Being teased had made her realize that this time in her life, where it was all about cliques and reputations, didn’t matter.
She’d be out of school soon enough, starting college, and she wouldn’t have to see these superficial assholes anymore.
She started eating, but glanced around to see if Rebel was anywhere to be found. Rebecca was staring at her, but Rosie ignored the daggers being pointed in her direction. Another group of girls entered the cafeteria and started chuckling, and then she saw one guy come in alone.
She’d never seen him before, and he looked out of place with his leather jacket, the sunglasses he was wearing indoors, and the hardest look on his face.
“That’s some new kid. Charleston, I think is his name.” Rowley was the one to speak.
“He looks like a douche,” Max said.
