Never Trust Noah (He's The GoodBad Guy)

I'm not a cynic - Alec Benjamin

There was something strange about school today. I could taste the anticipation in the air. Something wasn't right with the way students passed me by. They snickered and whispered and sent sinister smiles my way.

"Watch it smelly dirt," a guy bumped into me and I held my bag tighter.

"Leroy, what is going on?" I asked him in panic and he shrugged.

"Elise must have done something. I don't know," he shrugged and I held my bag even tighter and made my way to my locker. My strides were cut short as I observed the crowd forming at my locker.

"What the fuck?" Leroy whispered and I ran a little and forced myself through the crowd. My eyes widened as I stared at a picture of me on the school bathroom soaked in toilet water. The laughter of students around me got louder and that added to the tears that started to form in my eyes. I ripped off the pictures quickly and shoved it into my jacket.

"C'mon Po. You don't need to hide the truth from us. We already know how ugly and smelly you are," a voice yelled and I shook my head and wiped off the tear that fell.

"Get out! Leave!" Leroy yelled at them. Some of them left while some of them ignored what he said. I opened my locker and I shut my eyes when I saw pictures of me using the cream for my burn mark.

"You think whatever you do will make you pretty." Elise's voice taunted behind me and I ignored her and shoved the picture into my jacket too.

"You're so ugly and dirty. I wonder what your mom saw in you anyway. Oh! I get it. She pitied you." Elise said and I froze. The one word I lived to ignore in my head.

Pity.

Elise was right. Mom pitied me by adopting me. No one wanted me because I was too ugly. Instead, she had compassion in her heart and picked me.

"Go to hell Elise. You'll never get away with this." Leroy said breathing hard and I held his arm for him to stop. He stared at me in sadness. My face had given away what I felt inside. I had given up. She was right. I was ugly and useless. I was a charity case.

"What is going on here?" A deep voice asked behind us and I stiffined. I turned around quickly and picked the books I needed. His fingers wrapped themselves on my wrist and I shivered. They were cold. I looked up at him and his face showed confusion. Elise had walked away immediately. Everyone left too and it was just Leroy, Finneas and I.

"Why do you care?" I asked him and he looked down, not saying a word. I took out the pictures from my jacket and shoved it in his hands. He gripped it tighter when he saw what was on it.

"Who did this!" He yelled and I shrugged. The tears formed again and I cupped my mouth to block a sob. I couldn't do this. I couldn't stay here anymore. I needed to be somewhere far away from here. Somewhere where I would find peace. I flung my bag over my shoulders and ran off. I could hear their footsteps close to me but that made me to increase my pace far away from them. I left the school and ran to somewhere I didn't know. I just needed to be away from them.

I slowed my pace and walked slowly on the lane. The population here wasn't as much as the streets around Jack and I's home. A black car pulled up beside me and I turned to see Noah rolling down the window of the car.

"Get in," he ordered and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Excuse me?" I asked with my arms crossed.

"Look I ain't got all the time in the world. You need to trust me and get in," he said through gritted teeth and I scoffed and walked around the car. I got into the passenger seat and put on the seat belt.

"We're going to meet someone special," he said and drove away.

"Does Isobel know about this?" I asked him and he shrugged.

"She doesn't need to know shit," he said. His face turning dark and chills ran down my spine.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked and he kept on driving, ignoring my question. My heartbeat increased as he started to drive out of town. He was driving to the main corrupt part of Glasgow. Why had I trusted him?

"Let me out of this car Noah." I ordered calmly and he kept on driving. His grip on the wheel had tightened and his knuckles were almost as white as snow.

"Where the hell are you taking me to? Let me out of this goddamn car Noah." I yelled and he cussed profanities as I tried to open the door. The door couldn't open so I tried whining down the glass and it was futile. Where was he taking me to?

"What did I ever do to you Noah? Please let me go." I cried and he rolled his eyes. I lunged forward and turned the wheel. Even if I would die trying, I needed to get the hell away from him. He attempted to punch my face and I twisted his arm back. The car was moving in a different direction but I cared less. He succeeded in pulling my hair backwards and I screamed in pain as he got hold of the wheel. He pulled up in the middle of the lonely road, still pulling my hair.

"You behave yourself or I'll hurt you with this," he brought out a gun and pointed it to my face. My chest were rising and falling in rapid breaths and I nodded in tears.

"Good," he muttered and turned on the car. I shut my eyes, trying to summon the fire in me. I pleaded with my head and I almost cried out in relief when I felt the familiar warmth between my fingers. I turned my face to him and the voices yelled in my head,

BURN

Nothing happened and I glanced at him confused. He turned to me, a sinister smirk on his lips and my blood turned cold as horror filled my body. A shiver curled through the hairs on my neck then cascaded down my backbone.

"It doesn't work on me," he said and twiddled the gun in his hand. Tears ran down my face and I leaned into the seat, hugging myself as one thought ran through my mind,

Why couldn't I burn him?

Holy shit