I probably should have finished this story before the new season of glee started. Before I met Chord Overstreet and fell in Love with his blonde hair. He is so Cute and doesn't seem like a boyfriends beater to me, but Oh well! The story must go on!
Face down in the dirt
She says this doesn't hurt
She says I finally had enough.
I was walking out of school. My math book under my arm. I told people That I didn't go to math, but the truth is I'm in advanced math. I still remember the first time I walked into the advanced class. It was honors Geometry in 9th grade.
Some Kids looked scared shit less to see me in there; this one kid looked at his friends and said, "He's in this class? I thought he was stupid!"
No one dares says I'm in Honors, though, because I'd beat them.
Anyways, I didn't hear the soft moans of pain until I was half way to my truck. I looked around to see that Kurt was on the ground by his car.
"Kurt!" I yelled, running over to him.
He had a very noticeable bruise on his left cheek. His wrist was bruisen. He was on the ground, spitting mouth fulls of dirt.
"Are you okay?" I asked him. He looked at me.
"Do I look okay to you?" He asked. Wow I had to give him points, even when he was all beat up; he was still A bitch.
I set my math book down, and with both my hand I set him up against his car.
"Thank you," He said. I was stunned. I don't think I have ever heard him sat thank you before.
"It was Sam wasn't it?" I asked.
He sighed, "Do you even have to ask?"
My jaw clenched, "Honors Calculus?" He asked noticing my math book, "Are you that smart or did you steal it from a nerd?"
I smiled, "There are just somethings you don't know about me. Say, why don't you get to know me better over a hot cup of coffee?"
"Noah Puckerman, asking me out on a date. I think the drugs have gotten to you," He smiled sweetly at me, Another thing I have never seen him do.
"I don't do the drugs," I said then lowering my voice, "I sell them."
He laughed. I liked his laugh.
"What about Sam?" He asked.
"What about him? He cheats, steals, and beats you up. He ain't got to know nothing," I said.
"Ain't got to know nothing? That doesn't make sense, Noah," He said.
"I never said I was good at English," I said.
"Lets go," he said.
"Oh but your in no condition to drive," I said. I got up and pulled him to my truck.
Face down in the dirt
She said this doesn't hurt
she said I finally had enough.
The coffee shop was full, but all people we didn't know. He smiled at me. I knew I needed to get serious.
"Kurt, about Sam," I said.
His face turned hard, "Screw Sam!" He said. I was taken aback by this. When had Kurt become so, independent from Sam?
"What?" I asked.
We sat in a booth near the back. We ordered two coffees and I waited for Kurt's answer.
He took his sweet time telling me, "lets put this in words that you will understand, Sam is a bastard child, I believe you would use those words. He never really loved me. Wait I don't think you know what love means," he flashed me a toothy smile.
"Hey," I said while pretend hitting his hand. We burst into hysterics.
He sighed, "He was using me as a beating bag. I want out, but he wont let me." That was sad.
"That breaks me heart," I said, trying to sound all gentlemen like.
"You have a heart?" He shot back. I knew he was joking.
"Wow Mr. Bitchy," I said. He smiled. That's when I knew I was going to find a way to help Kurt. And if Sam just so happened to get beat up, well that's not my fault. Or is it? After all:
I see whats going down.
Review please. This story may be my best story written, And I come up with most details on the spot! I hope that this chapter sounds like it fits. It was a long period between writing these Chapters and I have become a better writer. I think it's still good though.
-At222.