Somewhere Only We Know
Chapter 2
Her dark hair was pinned back with a gold clip but the ends of her luscious curls still brushed the back of her off white peasant blouse which was hanging over light coloured jean shorts which stopped at the knee. Simple black flats christened her feet but what really stood about but still looked so simple was the thin gold chain around her neck with the solitary gold ring that hung from it.
But that dark hair, that off white blouse, light denim shorts, black flats and that simple gold necklace that held that very important ring were splattered red with – red slushie. Ten to be exact all aimed by cheerleaders, football players and the basketball team.
Of course Troy had not partaken in this harsh, cruel and humiliating event. Troy was against bulling and everyone knew he would turn any bully over to the principal, regardless of what he would be called.
Everyone knew he had a soft spot for the black haired Montez girl, his own friends and fellow athletes – if you dimmed air headed cheerleaders athletes – didn't see it. They saw her for what they thought they saw a loner, a geek, a science nerd, vulnerable, weak and defenceless.
They would leave her know and when the hallways were cleared she would run. Not to ladies room, because anyone could come in there. But to the roof where she would pour water of her head, change her clothes, wipe of her ring and head to class, hoping Troy would never hear of the events that had transpired. But inevitably he would, because he always did.
She had just stepped down from the stairs leading to the garden rooftop when a hard shot out and grabbed her wrist halting her in her movements.
Of course he had already found out within minutes of it happening and now he looked pissed.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"I'm fine they didn't lay a finger on me," she smiled. "Troy you can't do anything out it. I'm a geek it's the law of the land and the way of high school."
"I'm thought to be the most popular guy in school Brie I should be able to do something about it," whispered Troy.
"Troy," she sighed. "We have ten months left leave it."
"That's ten months of weeks of you getting slushied and bullied," said Troy. "You're my wife." He whispered. "I'm protect you."
"And you'll get the same if they all find out you married the school geek," she whispered.
"I love you," he whispered. "I don't care.
"Troy please it's better this way," answered Gabriella.
The bell rang, Troy's hand dropped from her wrist and they both walked off melting into the grounds that poured out of the classrooms.
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Gabriella Somerfield