Disclamer: I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT THE MADE UPS!!! You are now up to speed. :)
P.S. I know i didn't give much info in the summary, and names aren't mentioned much, but I think yall can pretty much figure this one out for yourselves kids. Oh, and its T for mild violence and breif mild language. Takes place 5 years after movie. And i apologize in advance for any out of character-ness, but i think the setting should excuse that.
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I urged her to run as they approached us. She looked at me with a pleading glance, but I only grinned at her.
"Run!"
My hand was still warm in the cool air where she had previously held it.
Only for you my friend...
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I considered my options rather quickly.
Left, right, left, left, right.
It was only a matter of time before one of those fists actually connected with me, and I flinched at the idea as I narrowly avoided another blow. Still, I realized, it was better me than her. Just the thought of one of those angry hands even touching her made me feel sick. And it was then that I finally decided that I wasn't going anywhere.
There was a group gathered around us now. Around he and I.
"What the hell did you think you were doing!?" he yelled. His already reddened face was showing signs of an even darker shade now. "Nobody touches her! Nobody even looks at her! She is mine!!"
I ducked to avoid yet another attempted blow to the head, and it was only half a second later I realized my mistake. Suddenly, I couldn't breath, and I found myself sinking to the ground, on hands and knees. The shouting voices were becoming a dull background noise, and I was doing my best not puke as I clutched my stomach. Suddenly, I was at eye level with him, having been pulled up off the ground by my hair.
"I'll ask you again, what were you doing!?" he screamed at me. I was vaguely aware that I now had some of his spit running down my face. Blech. "Well?" he waited for an answer. I went with my first instinct, which was a kick to the shin, and for a second I actually thought it had worked as he held his leg, cursing.
Sadly mistaken as always.
A pain exploded in the back of my head and I realized that one of his friends had grabbed me from behind. Shit.
He was back into it now.
The wave started with a punch to the face, then the side of my head as I turned it in a feeble attempt to avoid more. We continued on like this for several minutes, occasionaly taking a blow to the stomache as well. As the crowd alerted him of a coming authority, his friend threw me forward and I fell onto the ground, sputtering. They just had to go the whole 9 yards though, didn't they? I was being kicked now, quickly, frantically.
"C'mon man! Let's bail!" his friend cried. But he was aiming to finish what he'd started.
In the distance, I heard it. A faint whirring noise. Something was being swung through the air rapidly, and judging from the sharp sting in my back, John had struck me with somebody's bike chain. How long would it drag on?
I couldn't handle it anymore. I cried out for the first time since the scuffle had began, and he licked his lips with satisfaction. Once...twice...three more times, and I realized that the crowd was receding.
"The next time you see that little slut, tell her she has made a very, very, big mistake." He struck me once more with the bike chain before dropping my bag ontop of me. I rolled over painfully.
He and his friend were gone.
I lied alone in the back of the school, deciding whether or not to crawl into the bushes before the school's security arrived. If they arrived. John was the cat's fucking meow when it came to the opinions of the school staff. I could see it now, Lovat's a mad man! Sir I was only protecting myself! Give me a break.
In the end, I think I hid because I'd had enough with the sneers from passing students.
"John really did a number on that Wybie kid. Did you see the look on his face!?"
As I sat slumped against the side of the building behind the greenery, I noticed the metallic taste in my mouth, and spit red down the front of my hoodie. Great.
With my fingers I gingerly pried my mouth for any missing teeth. Thankfully none of them were gone, but a few were rather loose. I spit again before rising to my feet and using the wall for support, came around the side of the building. My bike was still there.
"Thank God..."
I started it up and sped down the street as fast as it would take me. All the while John's words rang in my ears. You tell her she has made a very, very, big mistake. How much time had passed since this started? Would she be home? Did they....? No. They wouldn't. Not after all of that, I told myself, dismissing fearful thoughts. I was so engrossed in the moment that I almost didn't see the tree. I completely wiped out right before impact.
"At least this bush was here..."
I pushed myself to my feet and stood the bike back up. It was a wonder this old thing still worked after so many similar encounters. Pushing the bike back toward the road I decided I would check the apartments just to make sure she had made it home...
I grumbled with distaste at the pain in my jaw as I touched the tender areas of my face and spit again. The warm liquid was dripping down my chin. She couldn't see me like this...
I pulled my old welding mask out of my bag and carefully put it on, then continued on my way.
"Please be home, please be home, please be..."
She was sitting on her front porch as I sped down the short drive. She jumped up when she saw me. And out of a fit of relief and joy, I once again lost control of my bike and wiped out in the front yard. Ugh. So graceful. I grunted as I kicked the bike away from my leg and pulled myself up onto the first step of the porch.
"You're home..." I said with a sigh of relief. "I was afraid they might've followed you after I-"
"Are you okay!?"
She was knelt in front of me, worry showing all over her face. She reached for the welding mask and I tried to shrink back, but that never works now does it? I turned my face a bit, hoping she wouldn't make that big a deal out of the situation.
"What did they....do to you..?" she clasped a hand to her mouth in shock.
I lowered my head in embarassment. "He wanted to...I w-wasn't going to let him..." I said under my breath.
She enveloped me into a rather painful hug, but it was nice all the same I suppose. Until my shoulder began to get rather wet. She was crying like she did when we were children.
"I'm so sorry.."
"Oh...um don't cry?" I pleaded. Why did she have to cry? I was always at a loss for words when she did. What was I supposed to say!? "It's okay Jonesy. You know what they say about sticks and stones-"
"Ughhh. Stop talking." she commanded in a muffled voice.
A/N: REVISED!
