Chapter 9- Pushed
Ryan's Point of View:
I was sure that Felix would bring up the subject of the scar on my arm again, but he didn't even mention it, just acted like normal. I wasn't sure if I should be relieved he might have bought the story and won't question it anymore, or concerned he might look into it and pester me about it.
Either way, I would keep my mouth shut. Like hell he is getting anything from me, I'll make sure he doesn't find out anything.
"Oh, Ryan, wait!"
I glanced to the staircase when my name was called, already knowing who it was. I planned on just walking ahead, when I caught the sight of the three upperclassmen from before as well.
There was no warning as their leader shoved Felix, watching as the Swedish boy was pulled by gravity off the edge.
My heart stopped as a memory appeared before my eyes.
Regular Point of View:
"Sakura! Watch out!"
"Huh? Cry?" She asked, turning around in time to see the evil smirk of one of the girls before being pushed back off the stairs.
Ryan rushed forward and caught her in time before she could hit the floor, holding her tightly in his protective embrace, glaring at the two girls as they ran off giggling.
"Sakura, are you okay?!"
"Y-yeah, I think so." She said, surprised as Ryan held her tighter, sobbing into her hair.
"Those girl's... it's not fair! You didn't do anything wrong, you didn't.. y-you...!"
Sakura laughed softly, "Silly Cry, I'm not worth crying over."
But she hugged him back just as tightly, hiding her crying face in his shoulder.
Stop of Regular POV:
Moving forward hastily, I easily caught Felix mid-fall, keeping him in a protective hold as I glared at the three upperclassmen. I knew they couldn't see my face, but staring at them was enough for them to see the mistake they made as they ran off quickly.
"U-um, Ryan?"
It was then I realized what I just did, and I jerked away from Felix as though I was hugging hot iron. Without looking back, I walked off quickly, questioning myself.
What did I just do? Why did I- Why did they- What-
I couldn't seem to process anything, nothing was making sense, and my head was filled with memories I wanted to forget.
One thing I knew for sure was that I wanted to make those three upperclassmen pay. To make them hurt like they hurt others.
/AN: A short chapter, but necessary. Hope you enjoyed./
