"Is the food here good?" I ask them.

"Yes, actually, it's pretty good; the food is fresh, so."

I'm not really hungry, So I just took some fries with ketchup and water.

I sit with Drake and wait for others to join, and when I look at what he's eating,

Damn, that's a lot of food.

"I know it a lot, but I play football," he said as if he were reading my mind.

"I didn't say anything." I defend myself.

"You didn't have to."

"So tell us, do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? Maybe we don't judge," Molly says as she takes a seat.

"No" I shook my head.

"How many ex's?"

"None"

"Shut up, there's no way," she says being shocked.

"Why?" Rory asks.

"I don't know; I was never interested in dating."

"So one-time things?" James asks.

"Not that ether." I smiled and then saw Kenji. I mouthed, Wanna sit with us, but he ignored me.

"Saw someone you know?" Rory asks.

"Yeah, but he's fine on his own, I guess." I say disappointingly.

"Who?" Drake asks.

"His name is Kenji."

"Oh, the one who came with you that day?" Rory asked, and I nodded.

~~~

"How's school?" they ask.

"Great"

"Ugh, I can't with you." Theo wined.

"Believe it or not, I actually like studying; what about you? How's collage?"

"I don't go there." He confesses

"I thought you said..." I started to remember when I asked them what they all did, and theo said he was in collage.

"Yeah, we kind of lied; sorry, but I did give it a shot, but it's not my thing; I would rather do mafia stuff."

"What do you guys do there?" I ask.

"Oh well, it depends; different stuff each day. Yesterday, me and Owen went to some guy's house and asked him to give us money that he owned. Oh, and I don't mean a few dollars; I mean millions."

"So Owen doesn't do tattoos?"

"I do," Owen walks in, "I have my small shop."

"Oww that's nice."

"What is it?" Kenji walks in.

We haven't had a proper conversation in a while.

"Owen has his tattoo shop," I say.

"Oh yeah, I knew that."

Silence fills the room, and after a while, Owen and Theo leave, which means me and Kenji are alone.

"Did you do your homework?" I ask. I don't know how to start a conversation.

"I don't do those, and I have learned all of those two eyes ago, so"

"So you're 20?" I question.

"Yeah"

"When is your birthday?" I ask, and he avoids the question and few seconds later he asks the same.

"I don't know," I answer.

"Yea sure," he rolls his eyes, but then realizes that I'm not joking.

"Wait, actually?" he asks, and I nod. "Have you ever?"

"Celebrated it, no, never."

"Anyway, did you find any new friends at school?" I change the subject.

" Nahh"

"Really, I see you every day talking to people, so I thought."

"Oh, so you're stalking me now," he says jokingly and raises his eyebrows.

"Aha, yeah, sure." I roll my eyes.

"But you did find a few, didn't you?"

"Yeah, Rory, Molly, James, and Drake." I told him their names.

"Huh"

"What?" I ask.

"I didn't say anything."

"What was that 'huh'?"

"Nothing," he says, trying to hide it.

"Kenji, tell me."

"No, just lots of boys there, isn't it?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Huh"

"Azalea, don't start."

"I didn't say anything." I say the same thing he did a few seconds ago.

He comes close to me, and as I'm sitting on a high chair, he bends down, and we're face to face.

I'm not sure what he expects from me; only if he knew in how many situations I've been like this when I'm face-to-face and I can't make any expression

I'm pro at that.

So my facial expression doesn't change, and I look into his eyes as he does with me.

He couldn't handle it, and a smile or smirk appeared on his lips.

What are you smiling about?" I ask.

"How old were you when you got that scar?" He changes the subject.

I hate when he does that.

"Ten" I was when trying to escape from getting raped by a man who could be my grandfather judging by age, somehow managed to go home, and someone special tried to kill me, but fortunately I was left only with this scar.

"Did it hurt?"

"No"

"Tell me something you don't like," he asks.

"When people take pictures of me" also had a dark background story for it.

"Why"

"Just don't" reminds me of the days when men would take my pictures and would literally sell me

"I feel like you're hiding something." I am

"We all have our secrets, don't we?" I say, and he nods.

"You know mine; it's fair only if I know yours," he says.

"There's nothing much," I lie.

"What about your back?" he starts, and I feel a cold sweat. "It's covered with scars."

"What"

"Don't act dumb now; when I first saw them, I didn't think much of it; they seemed normal to me. I have seen lots of scars, but then I remembered who's back it is that I'm looking at, why you have so many of them, or how, and please don't say you fell."

"It's none of your business." I'm getting angry and embarrassed.

I felt so good being and living here that I forgot about all of my problems and all about my scars.

And without realizing it, I let him see them. How stupid am I supposed to be?

"You hide things, Azalea; that's no good."

"And what?" I say it like an attack.

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Please Kenji I have literally killed a man; why would keeping a few secrets bother me?"

"I know you killed a man; I was there."

"No, you weren't; I mean back in Russia, and I don't mean men in singular form; I mean plural."

"Why the hell would you do that?" Look who's asking.

"To survive, I didn't have rich mommy and daddy who could get me anything; I had parents who would literally sell their child for drugs, so yeah, I grew up in a fucked up world where I had to kill to survive," I say angrily.

He doesn't say anything. "I'm-" I didn't let him say anything and went to my room.

I can't take pity from him.