Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 9: Ass

QOC: What's your favorite vehicle?

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Sam's POV
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I blow a breath of disappointment and look across the parking lot to Kason. He hasn't noticed me yet, seeming to be enveloped into his writing.

A knock behind me makes me turn around. Cameron rolls down his window and Kassidy, who decided she wanted to drive now, leans across him to stick her head toward the opening. He rolls his eyes and leans back in his seat.

"Hey, do you want me to stay with you? He can be a pain in the ass at this hour," she says, aiming her words toward her brother.

I scoff. "You mean he wasn't a pain in the ass all the other hours I've seen him?"

She shrugs with an apologetic smile and doesn't say anything, waiting for my answer. I look at Kason again and sigh, facing Kassidy. I don't need anyone's protection. I don't need friends for moral support either. It's not like I haven't dealt with douchebags before. Maybe not ones that push my personal life buttons like Kason, but close enough.

"No, it's fine. I can handle it," I tell her. I wave. "See ya."

Cameron gives me this expression of concern, while Kyra shoots me a look of confusion from the back seat. I look at her and wave again, and she hesitantly returns the movement before I spin around and begin walking toward the school.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!" Kassidy calls before the sound of a car disappearing is heard.

I won't.

As soon as Kassidy had spoken in a yell, Kason must've finally heard us, because his head moves up in confusion, and then annoyance when he sees me. I ignore him and try to make it to the doors without him bothering me, but of course I never really get what I want. Ever.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asks.

"None of your business," I mumble, going to pull the door open again.

"Isn't Kassidy supposed to be babysitting you when you're in or around the school?" He asks sarcastically just to spite me. I grip the door handle even harder until my knuckles turn white.

"Unlike you, she doesn't judge me for where I live and how I live my life. I'm not going to steal anything from your precious school, if that's what you're worried about. I wouldn't want to take anything that people like you have touched," I sneer.

Kason shuts his laptop closed with anger in his dark orbs. "You have some nerve speaking to me like that. Do you have any idea what I do to people who do?"

I let the door shut and cross my arms, glaring at him. "Well the night I saw what you do to people, you told me to pretend I never saw it. So apparently, no, I haven't a clue. I'm so naïve that I just opened my mouth and started trash talking you without knowing your backstory and reputation." I scoff at the end of my few sentences and interrupt him just as he's about to speak again. "Look, I don't give a fuck if people are scared of you. I'm not. I know the only reason guys like you are ever angry and threatening is because you've gone through some shit to make you that way. Or, you're insecure and being pissed off all the time helps protect you from that insecurity. So just leave me the hell alone and mind your own business."