Haley
I want to slap him. He has my arms shoved at my side, slightly behind my hip. It was the most terrible ten minutes ever. That disgusting move what's-his-name pulled on me, and the ay he treated that guy in the lab. I hate him! What did that guys say his name was? 'Bret stop it!' Bret, that's it. Bret.
"Let me go, Bret!" I cried. "Now!"
"It's not that easy sweet cakes." he gabbed my chin and started shaking it, but I pulled away. "Ya' see, you're mine know," Ugh!!! "you do what I say or your little Jonathon will be even more damaged." he turned to his posse. Then back at me, "How does a body cast sound." My face scrunches up. Jonathon must be that guy that was staring at me in the hall.
"Bret. Number 1, I'm not your girl. I never will be, and if I ever even think about it I'll kill myself. Number 2, get the your nasty hand off me. And number 3, if you ever even think about coming near me, I will hurt you so bad you'll be in the body cast." 'Ooos' come from Bret's gang of nerd friends. He shoots them a sharp look, and they stop immediately. I pull my wrists away from Bret's hands as hard as I can. Once I do I try to massage my right hand, the one he was strangling.
"Mmm. I like em' feisty." Bret comments. I wince.
"You pig," I say and run back to the classroom we left about five minutes ago.
When I got there I opened the door and looked around. I saw Jonathon on his knees holding his stomach head down. It looked like he was going to be sick. I went to the sink, got a paper towel and wet it. He didn't even noticed I was there until I kneeled beside him and put the towel on his head.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"Yea," he croaked. His breath still hadn't come back. "Are you?"
"Yea, I'm fine. I told those creeps off, but they'll be back. I'm sure of it." I answered.
"Haley. Isn't it?"
"Yes."
"I'm Jonathon."
"Hey. Do you need me to go get the nurse?" I stand up but he holds me back, I don't even realized the lights were off till that moment.
"No, I just need you." Huh! What was he talking about? He's probably delirious or something.
"What?"
"Um, I mean, never mind," he tries to cover what he said.
"Yea…" I started to stretch my words.
"What I'm trying to say is-" he puts his hand on mine. I quickly pull it back.
"Why is everyone hitting on me today! You can handle this situation on your own. You know fend for yourself. Ugh! You men are pigs!" I've had it. I stomp out the door and slam it. "Ugh!!! I am fed up!!"