I walked past the bus lot after school and tried to hurry towards my job; secretly opening my backpack and grabbing my thinner-but-more-black jacket so that I could change into it when no one was looking. Sadly, that wasn't just now.

I felt an arm wrap around me from the back and push me against the wall. I tried not to show any pain, but yeah, I think a grunt registered somewhere in that.

Towering over me was one of the jocks—the quarter-back to be exact. I moaned inwardly. This probably means that the rest of the football team isn't far behind.

"Hiya waiter."

"Hiya jackass." I managed to mimic him though he still held my throat.

"I heard you were working with my parents tonight. I thought I could knock some sense into you."

"What're-What're you talking about?" I coughed.

"Well, there're rumors that you're a—how to say—jackass at work."

I couldn't breathe and I felt my right leg going numb. "A rumor…. Huh? It's just… a rumor."

"Well, why not knock some sense into you anyway?" He grinned and showed his pointed slightly-pointed teeth.

I coughed as his knee forced its way up my leg and slammed into my "manhood." I tried not to cry out in pain as the six or seven different ripples of blazing agony ripped through me. I kneed him back and ran away.

When I hit a break in the wall I slid into the alleyway and pressed my arm against the wall and leaned my head down in pain.

"God damn him…" I managed before feeling a hand, clearly smaller then the quarter-backs, on my arm and a soothing

"Are you ok?"

It was Link.

I sighed slowly and looked up before shaking the tears from my eyes.

"Ye-Yeah, I'm fine," I managed even though my breathing was strained.

"Don't look it."

"Don't worry, Link, I'm fine."

He sighed in defeat and smiled again—once again I got lost in his dancing eyes.

"How come you didn't fight back?"

"Huh-? Oh, what? Oh right," I stammered. "I don't like fighting; it's pointless."

"Not even a verbal one?"

"I can hold a grudge." I admitted and took off my jacket to switch them out.

When I looked up, he was staring at me wide-eyed and jaw dropped.

"Link? Link, are you ok?"

He shook his head quickly and let me out of the alley.

"What happened to your arms?"

I paused a moment. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Your arms, they're covered in bruises."

I didn't answer right away; instead I just remained silent, making sure to stuff my hands into my pockets. "You're lying,"

"No I'm not."

"There ain't no bruises on my arms." I know, it's a double negative, but it's true, if there are no no bruises, then there are bruises; right?

"Stop being defensive!" I jumped back and stared at him wide-eyed. "Your arms are black and blue! Where'd- How'd- When'd-!"

"Will you be finishing any of these sentences soon?" I remarked and rolled my eyes.

He stopped talking at that moment and lifted my arm up lightly so that he could kiss it through the fabric of my jacket.

My face matched my maroon eyes.

I know, it's short, but there'll be more next time! ^.~