The Bad Boy's Thorn

Chapter Ten

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It was towards the end of my last lesson, it was English literature. I glance at Yuta who was silent through out the whole lesson.

"And remember to give in your essays!" The English literature teacher says as the bell rang straight after, I jump out of my seat in excitement.

Yuta packs his things slowly, placing everything in one by one. I notice him frowning, after he packs his stuff he places his back pack over his shoulder.

He turns his head to face me, "I can't drop you today, something came up." he whispers in a voice almost equivalent to silence. I notice his eyes looking dull as he turns away to walk out of the classroom.

There was something definitely up with Yuta, he seemed so gloomy as if everything was drained out of him. I follow after him, ignoring his message.

I stop walking as I notice him standing in front of a short, petite woman with glasses, that was his mother, the school's principal.

"What is this?" Yuta's mother snaps, he doesn't seem to look at her.

Yuta gulps, "I-I can explain--" His words were cut off by his mother.

"You failed your math test Yuta! For the fourth time in a row. What is wrong with you? Do you want my reputation to go down? How are you going to get into a good college with these results of yours!" she snaps as Yuta reluctantly faces her.

He flinches at her words, "I try my best mother and you know that, it's that no matter how hard I study. I can't seem to pass math." he says quietly as his gazed at his mothers harsh glance.

"Well, study harder - and don't dare you face me at home because I don't even want to see your damn face." she says rudely, turning away from Yuta.

Yuta looks at his mothers retreating figure, he slams his fist against the locker next to him, causing a huge dent. He shakes his head as he looked at the dent.

"Failure." he mumbles quietly to himself.

Perhaps it wasn't the right time to approach him, after what his mother had done to him. I sigh leaving him alone, alone in the empty hallway which his mother disgraced him in.

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As I made my way outside of the school I kept thinking about Yuta, his mother is pressuring him to do well in school, on the other hand he doesn't seem to eat. What is going on with him?

I take the path towards my house, second by second it started raining softly. I curse at my mistake of not bringing an umbrella, the rain suddenly starts to pick up its strength as it starts to pour harder.

A car starts to drive near me, it abruptly stops. The windows roll down only for me to recognise the person in the car, it was Vincent.

He gets out of the car, he opens the car door gesturing for me to get inside. I shrug my shoulders, getting inside the car. He slams the door shut, walking to the opposite side.

Once Vincent is inside the car, silence fills the atmosphere.

"Vincent." I call his name, he looks at me with one eyebrow raised up.

I sigh before correcting myself, "Vince." his expression brightens ever so lightly as he started up his car.

"I live next to Archer." I mumble, he looks at me before nodding his head.

From the corner of my eye I notice Vincent casually driving his car, he does everything so quietly. My conscience urged me to ask him why he doesn't speak to me, I wanted one form of answer.

I start to speak, "There's been one thing on my mind ever since I met you, it's that you never talk to me. People say you do talk but it confuses how you never talk to me." I say as Vincent purses his lips.

"Seeing as though you won't respond to me, I'm just going to come clear with my little theory. Are you mute or something?" I watch as he shook his head to say no.

"Then why won't you talk to me? Come on Vincent there can't be any other possible way you'd be not speaking to me." I urge him to speak but he doesn't answer my question.

I groan, nothing was working. I'm better off winning the lottery than Vincent speaking to me.

"Vince I'm actually losing my patience, it's like I'm talking to a brick wall. Did Trump get into your head or something?" I ask him as he shook his head.

He chuckles at my words, so he can chuckle but he can't talk to me?

"You know what, I quit. I can't be bothered with you, let's consider this weird friendship between us off." I snap, attempting to open the car door.

I look back at him, he points towards the button he pressed, the boy locked the door.

"What could you possibly want Vincent?" We were already in front of my house, he wasn't letting me leave his car.

"I don't know Malia, you tell me." Vincent finally speaks, his voice was husky and deep.