"Yes," he replied. "He's always annoyed with those stupid jeers and how he elbows me. God, I hate it."
She pursed her lips and glanced at him from the corner of her eye. "Okay," she said, her voice a little gentler. "I can try to talk to him about that."
"Don't," he said, his tone rough. "I don't need his girlfriend getting involved with petty arguments."
"His girlfriend," she said reproachfully, eyeing him skeptically, "doesn't want him getting expelled because of you. He's better than that."
"That still goes on his record," she replied as they turned down his driveway. "I want to avoid it if possible." She turned to look at him, her brow raised thoughtfully. "You seem awfully eager to get beaten up."
"Right," he said sarcastically. "Maybe it's just what I deserve at this point." They approached a large white house, mansion if you will. He looked at it with slight distaste, but said nothing. "Thank you for the ride."
She didn't say anything about the house, although her expression showed slight surprise. "Sure," she said, giving him a small smile. "Try not to get into any more trouble tonight, okay?"
"Hm," he mumbled, stepping out. "Right." He walked to the front door, giving her a a second glance before opening it and disappearing inside.
She shook her head with a small sigh and turned up the music slightly as she drove off. "I see the crystal raindrops fall And the beauty of it all Is when the sun comes shining through To make those rainbows in my mind When I think of you sometime And I want to spend some time with you."
Poppy was already in her seat the next morning, reading. Her head rested on her hand, and her bright eyes scanned the pages quickly.
