Him

Landon

I leaned against the locker next to hers, watching the side-glances and scared smiles people threw my way.

My reputation in this town was far from the greatest. Most people feared me, hated me or acted as though they liked me so that I wouldn't kill them.

It didn't work, either way and they knew that. Yet they still seemed to hold on to that lie to reassure themselves.

It was clear that she didn't find that out yet and I wasn't sure how much time I had remaining before she finally did.

She was the only person in a long time that didn't annoy me with their constant talking. I actually preferred when she filled the silence.

Because of that, it was evident that when she was silent, something was wrong with her.

"I'm so not ready to get farted on." She laughed, shutting her locker and looking over at me."I can kinda smell it already."

She looked down at what I knew was her Schedule, swiping some hair behind her ear as it fell into her face. Then she looked back up at me.

"Which cl