I looked away, searching for something to attract my attention. It was keeping me from looking at him at least. But I could feel his eyes on me, those mossy eyes. I didn't want to look at him, didn't want him to know how much he hurt me. He knew that though, of course he did. Maybe it was the fact that I had punched him round the face or how I had slashed the tires on his bike. He deserved it and he knew it too.
"Via" He called. I didn't want to go over to him or even look at him. I was angry still.
"Via, can I go slap Bryce?" My best friend, Orlagh, asked with an evil smirk on her face. I just shook my head.
"Well go to him then" Orlagh laughed.
I shook my head again which earned a light punch in the arm. I moaned but got up. He wasn't far from me, not far at all, but seeing him leaning against his bike made me smirk with self-satisfaction.
I stopped not far from him and took inventory of him. His eyes were green, and looked like the colour of moss to me, and his hair was black with blonde roots. He was tall, somewhere around 6foot, and had a frown on his face.
"What?" I asked, harsher than I meant to.
"I need to talk to you" He said, his eyes watery.
"Is that any reason for you to stalk me, Bryce?"
"Yes. I knew you wouldn't listen to me if I didn't show you how much I needed to talk" He seemed to be pleading with me now.
I nodded and he smiled at me before coughing.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you" He started. "And please believe me when I say that nothing happened between me and Louise. She's a liar, Via. I never meant to hurt you and you know Louisa is like."
I looked down then shrugged. "What if you are the liar? How can I trust you now?" I asked, looking back up at him.
He turned round then waved someone over. I glared at her. Why was he doing this here?
"What is she doing here?" I snarled.
She smiled at me. "I don't want to be here either so lets make this quick." She said. "What I said about me and Bryce was a lie. I was just jealous and wanted him to myself. So yeah, I'm just gonna go now" And with that she walked away.
Bryce stood there smiling at me.
"Still doesn't mean I trust you" I said then added, "so wipe that smirk off your face"
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