OMG I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I was waiting for my friend to write the fight scene, but she didn't have the time. I kept waiting, but got annoyed and just wrote it instead. Oh, and on Friday June 16 I'll be updating ALL of my stories to celebrate the last day of school! I'm so sorry again! Enjoy!
Mark silently walked down the hall, his eyes on the floor. Although he enjoyed learning, Mark hated school, probably because of all the hardships he'd experienced over the years. For the past three weeks he'd been hiding in Roger's basement after school (because he couldn't risk being caught by Roger's parents), and his usually pale skin was whiter than usual.
Right now it was lunch and Mark cautiously entered the cafeteria. Suddenly, Mark's body fell roughly to the floor.
"What's up loser?" Keith, the school bully, asked.
"Wel- ow!" Mark whined as Keith pushed his head deeper into the floor, all the while his groupies kicking Mark's small body around. I heard a crack and cringed as blood flowed every which way. They must have broken his nose.
"Hey, leave him alone!" a voice said.
I looked up. Thank goodness for Roger!
Keith sneered. "What do you want Davis?"
"I want you to leave my friend alone."
"And what if I don't want to?"
Roger smirked. "I'll have to kick your ass."
Keith chuckled. "You wouldn't have the guts to do that Davis."
"Wanna bet?" Roger asked before drawing back his arm and slugging Keith in the face.
And thus a fight broke out.
Keith, a bruise already flowering around his jaw, kicked Roger hard in the shin. As he doubled over to contain the pain, Keith shoved Roger roughly into a locker.
Roger recovered quickly and ran into Keith, smashing him against the brick wall. Roger brought his arms back and punched Keith one…two…three…four times in the stomach.
Keith's groupies then pulled Roger off of the 'leader' of the gang. While they held Roger back, Keith punched Roger in the face roughly. I grimaced as blood erupted from Roger's lip, flowing down his chin and forming a stain on his shirt.
Glaring at Keith through one eye (the other was swollen shut) Roger roughly pushed the groupies away and slammed their faces into the floor. He turned around to slug Keith, but was greeted by a sharp Swiss Army knife at his neck.
"What the fuck Phelps?" Roger asked, breathing heavily, trying desperately to keep the fear off of his face and out of his eyes.
Keith smirked. "Don't talk Davis, just listen. I should have done this a long time ago."
"Phe-" Roger shut up as the knife came dangerously close to his throat, threatening to cut open his Adam's apple.
I felt Mark slowly get off the ground, being careful not to be spotted by anyone. He carefully picked up his math book and tiptoed over to his best friend. He raised the book above his head and brought it hardly down on Keith's head. The book, probably weighing a good three or four pounds, caused Keith to stagger and then collapse on the ground.
Mark kicked each person once more just to be sure before giving his friend a hug, tears welling in his eyes.
"God Roger," he said, laughing lightly between sobs, "You're such an idiot. You could have died! What would I have done then?"
"Could've, would've, should've," Roger joked, "It's all over. Chill Mark, it's okay. I'm fine. Heck, you're the one with the broken nose. Let's get you down to the clinic and report Phelps here for threatening me with a knife!"
Mark nodded, sniffling and wiping his nose on me. "Sounds like a plan."