Chapter 2

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Tyson's POV

"GET DOWN HERE YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!" I hear my father yell. Sighing, I put on a black shirt the hugs my body well and a pair of tight jeans. I have to be the model child after all.

"WHY CAN'T YOU BE NICER TO HIM?" I hear my mom ask.

"BEACUSE HE IS NOT MY SON!" my father yells. That one always hurt.

"THEN WHY DID YOU ADOPT HIM IF YOU WERE GOING TO TREAT HIM LIKE THIS?" my mom yells back. Sighing again, I decide to go downstairs.

While walking, I think about my life before the Bent family took me in. When I was about 8, I was thrown out of my old house just because they couldn't afford me. I had to live on the streets living off of dustbins and money I got from begging just to live. I was forced to live like that for 6 months and even before that I lived in a caravan.

After those 6 months of living on the streets, a bunch of social workers found me and put me up for adoption, and that is when the Bent family took me in. My mom always loved me and cared for me but my father never did. He only adopted me to raise his family name.

I love my mom and my little brother, Jared. They never make me feel left out. They always include me in everything. They know the jerk I pretend to be at school is not me. They know the real me. They love the real me.

"I WANT A DIVORCE!" my mom yells and I freeze on the last step. They never talked about a divorce. Not until now.

"Wh-What?" I hear father says, or more like stammers.

"I think you heard me," mom says. The weird thing is that she sounds like she has thought a lot about it.

"NO!" father shouts, sounding aggravated.

"Yes, we are. I've had enough of you constantly putting down my son. He may not be a son to you, but he's a son to me and I will not live in this house if you're going to treat my son like that. I've already got the papers," mom says.

I hear footsteps and see Jared next to me. There are tears in his eyes that make my heart break because it's my fault he's not going to have a father. My fault. My fault.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, looking at anything but his face.

"Why should you be sorry? We're finally getting rid of him," he says.

"It's my fault you now don't have a father. I'm sorry," I say, finally looking at him.

He smiles slightly and says "He never really was our father though, was he?"

He's smart for a 12 year old, my brother. He's got blue eyes, from father, and blonde hair, from mom. He looks good but doesn't flaunt it. I'm forced to because that's who father wants me to be. It's always what he wants, never us.

At that moment, mom and father both come out of their bedroom. They both stop when they see us.

"This is YOUR FAULT!" Father bellows, pointing a finger at me.

"This is NOT his fault. This is your fault and yours alone!" my mom says, glaring at father.

She then turns to us and says "Why don't you both go to school?" I know this is just her saying she doesn't want us to see the fight that is bound to happen, so I take Jared's hand and pull him out.

While we enter the car and our driver, Albert, drives us to school, Jared asks "Do you think they'll go through with the divorce?"

I sigh and look at my little brother. I don't want to tell him about how serious mom's expression was when she walked out of the bedroom, so instead I ask "Do you want them to?"

"Yes," he says without hesitation. I'm pretty sure my eyebrows are hidden in my hairline when I raise them in disbelief.

"Seriously?" I ask.

He looks at like I'm stupid. Well excuse me for thinking a kid would need his father.

"He was never our father in the first place. He never cared for us. The only thing he cared about was his reputation. He was never our father. Nothing will change if he's gone," he says, then looks away.

"I saw the tears in your eyes, Jar, don't lie to me," I say softly.

"Those were... They were because of my nightmare," he says hesitantly. Something tells me this nightmare hit him a little too hard.

"What was it?"

"Father put you up for adoption," he says, a single tear falling down his face.

I'm shell-shocked, to say the least.

"I'm... Sorry?" I ask, because I didn't know he cared that much about me.

He looks at me and smiles slightly and it's so heart breaking that I lean in and hug him.

"Don't worry, you know mom would fight father," I say and I hear him giggle slightly.

"That's what happened in my dream," he says, smiling widely. I smile too just as Albert blows the horn. That means we've reached. Sighing, I take my bag and get out.

"See you later, squirt," I say, ruffling his blonde hair.

"See you later Ty," he says, giving me a big smile. I smile back and walk towards Xavier, who's standing near the entrance.

He's considered the jock of the school while I'm considered the "bad boy". I don't even know how I got it, but I did.

He has blue eyes and brown hair with a very athletic body since he's into soccer.

"Hey man," I say, grasping his hand and then patting him on the back. Typical bro hug.

"Nothing much. I went on a date with this guy yesterday. Really hot guy that too. But damn that guy was boring!" he says.

Oh yeah, Xavier's bisexual. The whole school knows and they're totally okay with it. His parents too accepted him as he is, though his father was a little reluctant at first, he came around and even tried to set him up with a few guys and girls. Those situations are seriously awkward for him and really funny for me because, honestly, who wouldn't find it funny that their friend's dad is trying to set them up?

"What happened with that girl last week?" I ask.

"She's a good lay," he says, smirking.

"She should've met me. She'd probably have a better time," I say, smirking.

"You know you don't have to keep up whatever facade you're keeping with me right? I've been there your whole life, man," he says, looking at me sincerely. I'm about to respond when someone bumps into me, hard.

I turn around to tell the person off when I'm met with beautiful, piercing green eyes. Those eyes are attached to a beautiful face with brown hair. Plump lips and high cheek bones. Beautiful. But it's not the beauty that stops me from talking.

It's the pain and sadness within that's so clearly displayed on her face.

"Are you new here? Because I'm sure I would remember you," I say, winking at her.

Surprisingly, she doesn't smile or giggle or do any of that shit girls do to get you to notice them. Instead, she scowls, pulls her green hoodie up to hide her face, and walks away.

Well there's something you don't see everyday.

I look down and see that she dropped one of her notes. I take it up and see "Tiana Collins" written on top.

We keep talking about her but honestly all I'm thinking about is the amount of pain I saw in her eyes. Even when Xavier makes a bet with me to sleep with her, all I do is stare at the place where she disappeared.

No one deserves to go through such pain.

"Plus it's hard to get into their pants when they're virgins, ya know, with them protecting their virginity and all," I say, still on auto pilot. Saying what father wants to say.

"Dude, shut up. You've been staring at the space where she was this whole time. What's wrong with you?" I hear Xavier say, pulling me out of my staring contest with the floor.

I look at Xavier for a few seconds, then sigh. I guess I can trust him.

"The pain in her eyes, she had so much pain in her eyes man. It was unreal," I say.

"Maybe you were seeing things. I mean, you can't see sadness when you first look at a person," Xavier says. I guess what he said makes sense. I'm probably being dumb.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right," I say, shaking my head.

"So 100 bucks says you can't sleep with her," he says.

"Deal," I say, smirking. I can practically hear that song "I'm Sexy and I Know It" playing in the background. I am good looking though so I'll probably win.

"So, how are you gonna ask her out?" Xavier asks.

"I hadn't thought of that," I say. I look down at the paper still clutched in my hands and get an idea.

"Why don't I just return her notes?" I ask.

"That's good. Okay, you've been looking weirdly out if it since the moment I saw you. What happened? Was it your dad again?" Xavier asks softly and I sigh.

I run my hands through my hair (I can hear a few girls squealing in the background) and say, very quietly, "My parents might be getting a divorce."

"WHAT?!" Xavier exclaims.

I hit him on the back of his head and hiss "Say that a little louder, would ya? I don't think the souls in heaven heard you."

He rubs the back of his head and says "Ow! There's no need for violence. And you can't blame me for being surprised."

Just then the bell rings and we both sigh at the same time.

After saying goodbye, we both move on to our classes. Unfortunately, I have AP level Trigonometry. Wonderful.

When it's time for lunch, I let out a hoot and get out of my place, getting out of the door before the teacher is out. Well, it's not his period anymore, so he can't control where I'm going.

When I enter the cafeteria, there is already a good amount of people. I spot Xavier and Amanda sitting at our normal table with the others. Or as our peers call it, the "popular" table. I walk over, slump on the chair, and sigh as loud as I can.

"Anything troubling you Oh great one?" Amanda asks, smirking.

"Nothing. I just hate life. That's it," I say.

"Well you're not the one who has to answer dumb questions like 'When are you going to get together with either Tyson or Xavier?' I mean, can they not understand that we're friends?" Amanda says exasperatedly.

"How many people have asked you today?" Xavier asks.

"Four," she mutters, putting her head in her hands.

Amanda is the Queen Bee in our school. Blonde with blue eyes and a pretty figure and everything. She's pretty but I would never date her, it would be like dating my sister.

While Xavier chuckles at Amanda expense, I look around the cafeteria, knowing who I'm looking for. I'm about to give up when I spot it. The green hoodie. Hiding a beautiful face with a lot of pain within. Though I can't see her face because of said hoodie. She sits alone at the corner of the cafeteria with a book in her hand, not looking at anyone or anything except the book. A beautiful enigma.

"Who are you looking at?" Amanda asks, then turns to look at her, at Tiana Collins. I steal one of her fries and go back to looking at Tiana.

"Oh...her. No one knows what's under that hoodie of hers. People say she's so ugly that she has to wear the hoodie to hide her face. Others say she has some weird disease. I don't know what it is but no one has ever seen her without her hoodie," Amanda says.

"I have," I say, still looking at her as she turns another page of the book. I can't help but wish the hoodie wasn't there so I can see her reaction to the book.

"We have," Xavier corrects.

The whole tables turns to look at us now. Wow...

"Someone once told me that the hoodie is magnetised to her face and can't come off," some airhead at our table says.

"Someone told me she's actually a demon and so can't show her face to the world," someone else says. Were these people born with lesser brain cells or something?

"Someone told me she actually has a beak for a mouth," someone else says. Okay... that one's just weird.

"Someone told me she has weird glowing red eyes and had to hide it," someone else says.

For some reason, the insults piss me off and I slam my hand on the table.

"There is nothing wrong with her face. She has the most beautiful green eyes with soft brown hair and she has a pretty mouth and not a beak and she's very much human," I say, glaring at them. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Xavier and Amanda giving me a weird look but I ignore it.

"Or maybe that's what she wants you to think, she could be a witch," someone says and I rolls my eyes.

"You all have lesser brain cells than the first single-celled organism," I say, rolling my eyes again.

"But if, like, that organism is single-celled, then don't we have like, no brains," some girls says, twirling her brown hair.

"Wow, you actually figured it out. I'm surprised you did that," I say, rolling my eyes.

"You're sexy when you're sarcastic," the same girl says, smirking. I'm about to answer in my usual flirty tone that will get me laid in the janitors closet, but instead I just smirk and say "I know."

What is wrong with me? I don't want to get laid anymore? Wow.

After a few random conversations and about the supposed "Mystery girl" the bell rings. Great, more classes.

Groaning, I get up from my chair and leave. Time for some Chemistry. Ugh.

After classes finally get over, I meet Xavier just as he's about to get into his car.

"Don't forget the bet," he says, smirking, and gets into the car, driving off. For some reason I don't want to do the bet, but I'm Tyson Bent, the school "bad boy", and I never loose a bet.

Shaking my head, I search for Albert and when I find him, I enter the car. Jar is already there and smiles at me when I enter. I know he's thinking about the divorce because of the way he's biting his lips so I don't say anything. I just look out the window. For some reason, my thoughts keep going back to Tania and her sad green eyes.

Why is she so sad? Why doesn't she sit with anyone? What happened to her that put such pain in her eyes? I know I might be crazy and I might be imagining the pain, but I know what I saw.

The drive ends much quicker than I had hoped and as soon as I enter, I see mom.

"We're getting a divorce and I get custody of both of you," she says, smiling, opening her arms for a hug.

Jar grins as wide as he can and runs forward to hug my mom. I stand still as all this happens, knowing that's it my fault. All my fault. My fault Jar won't have a dad and mom won't have a husband. Mine.

"Sweetie, what do you think?" Mom asks as I just stand there.

"I'm sorry," is all I say, looking at my shoes.

"There's no need for you to apologize, sweetie. We got the house too. And since I'm a lawyer, and a good one, I can support both of you easily. We're free. We can finally be a real family," my mom says, smiling through her tears.

A real family... I like the sound of that.
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That's Tyson's POV. How was it? Do you hate him or do you love him or what?

Also, I put this chapter in to show the difference between both of their lives and the difference between both of their thought processes. What she thinks and what he thinks is quite different.

The next is gonna be Tiana's POV again.

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