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FOURTEEN

-"To the office. Now."

Levi stood up and took my arm, pulling me out from his classroom. He took the drugs too. I faltered and did my best to pull away while at the same time trying to speak, -"Levi, please, you gotta trust me! I was so mad that I forgot the proof! I promise I-"

The more I struggled, the more his grip tightened, -"Shut it, you alcoholic. Coming to me with drug with the intention of sharing opened your doors to hell, buddy. You messed with the wrong guy and now you're paying big time."

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I messed up real bad! I cursed myself all over! I was calling Trish stupid and now who's stupid? If I had a gun with me now, I'd shoot myself. How could I be so stupid? It was an obvious thing he wouldn't believe me without proof! This couldn't… this couldn't end like this, -"I beg you, listen to me! I'll take you to the bathroom and you'll see!"

I kept bragging and bragging and things began to sound worse. He looked at me angrier and surprised. He was also amused at my idiotic behavior and my blunder. He was also having fun at me begging for mercy, for another opportunity. What kind of teacher is he? I must look pitiful and cheap…

God, please, lend me a hand!

-"Jean! Levi!"- A loud pitch girly voice echoed in the hallway, making Levi stop and look back, -"Wait a second!"

I looked back and saw a small figured Krista and Ymir, running to us. When they reached us, Krista was on her knees, panting heavily. She had her phone in hand and gave it to Levi, who suspiciously took it and inspected it, -"What's this…?"

I leaned my head and saw a picture… my savior…

It was picture, several actually, of Trisha making out over George and Trevor while consuming drugs. George had cigarettes, Trevor had the pills and Trisha had weed on her mouth while kissing them. Uhg.

Krista straightened herself up and had a firm look, little drops of sweat falling from her forehead, -"Mister Levi, that is a picture of George Hemmingway, Trisha Valentina and Trevor McCoy from twelve one consuming drugs while enjoying themselves."- She spoke politely while Ymir behind her with arms crossed looked serious, ready to defend her if needed. She looked like Krista's personal bodyguard or something.

I looked at Krista and literally, light came out of her. She looked like a goddess, a savior. I wanted to hug her and kiss her and marry her, but Ymir will kill me to a pulp.

-"I see now,"- He inspected the picture a bit more and turned to look at the girls again, -"This indeed is one hell of a case I've got in hand and a hard proof. Alright,"- He then turned to me with his same look as ever. This time tough, I saw a bit of disturbance, -"You're free as a bird, Kirshtein, but next time, make sure you bring proof before stepping on hot lands."

With that said, he left with the drugs. Meanwhile, I turned to the girls and let out a long breath. Ymir laughed, -"Wow, you were heading towards your own grave and as idiotic as it seems, you caused it. What a dumbass, you should've waited for us."

-"Shut it."- I spat. Ymir's laughter quickly faded as she lifted me up by my collar. I flinched as shivers ran down my spine. I kept messing things up, -"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it… I… thank you."

Ymir smirked and left me down. I stumbled but managed to stay stand, -"Good,"- She looked at Krista, -"Because if it wasn't for us, you would've been buried by Levi and the rest of the Department of Education."

-"Yeah, yeah, my bad. I forgot."

She laughed again, wrapping her arms together, -"Who the heck forgets proof to unmask a bitch? Of course, only you do."

I laughed sarcastically, -"Yeah, just me. I'm just that unique."

She stopped laughing, -"No, you're not."

Krista stepped in this time, -"Ymir, please, stop mocking him. After what he went through...,"- She lowered her head and her face darkened a bit, -"… the last thing he needs now is someone making it worse."

-"Pft. Whatever."- Ymir shrugged, looking away. She couldn't ignore Krista's order as her guardian dog. She's the kind of person that does anything she wants, but when Krista says no, it's fucking no.

Krista turned to me and smiled sweetly. She looked like a porcelain doll, -"I hope you're okay, Jean. Unlike them, you have us, the group."

I nodded slowly to her, avoiding her eyes, scratching the back of my head, -"Yeah… thanks. By the way, how did you know I needed…?"

-"Oh,"- She giggled, toying with her hair, -"Reiner sent us. He figured you'd forget it. He was really worried and that's why we hurried here."

I sighed, -"Oh."

Krista tilted her head to side and looked at me worriedly, -"What's the matter?"

Ymir sighed tiredly and walked towards me, wrapping her arm around my neck, squeezing me, -"Don't sulk in it too much, dude or else you'll sink into depression and then you'll commit suicide and then I'll hunt and kill you again. Don't let our great effort of saving you be for nothing, because really, we came against our will. "

Krista elbowed her hard enough for Ymir to let go of me.

Seriously? The distance from Spanish to here wasn't that big. I didn't say anything and just nodded. Ymir was like that. She always mocks everyone just for fun, but sometimes, she's the one who gives the greatest advice.

Krista was looking at Ymir as in apologize with hands on hips. Ymir sighed tiredly, -"Fine,"- She then walked close to me, but this time she didn't grab me or anything, she just stowed her hand on my head and leaned a bit, her finger slowly disappearing in my hair, -"Look. I don't know that bitch any more than you do and you might ask yourself who the hell am I to say that, but hey, I'm a comrade from our group and I know when a girl's not worth getting depressed for,"- She looked away and spoke as if she knew what she was talking, like she experienced it, -"Things like that are part of life and they make you stronger. Mistake and errors are what really set us at the correct path even if you regret everything, but like everyone says, nobody's perfect. So,"- She began to stroke my hair and then punch my shoulder, -"I want you to go out there and kick Earth's balls. While you at it, show it that you're still standing and fighting. Show her that she lost one hell of a douche."

I couldn't help but laugh.

She growled and went in for another punch at my shoulder, -"Hey, I meant all that, you know?"

I stopped her hand, -"I can't kick Earth's ball, considering it is a ball, but,"- I looked at her and nodded, -"I'll do my best."

She nodded approvingly and grinned, -"You better,"- Then, we turned for next class, -"Hey, when we'll we play soccer again, huh?"

I shrugged and elbowed her, -"I dunno. You name the time and place."

She hmph-ed and we began to walk towards Erwin's.

At Erwin's, Reiner was there and waiting for me, -"How did it go?"- He quickly asked me the moment I set foot on the classroom.

-"Could've been worse, I almost got myself into trouble."

Reiner laughed, -"I know, that's why I sent Krista with her pictures. She took it when she and Ymir saw them."

I sat in my desk, resting my head in the wall, -"Who brought the drugs anyway? Maybe… maybe they drugged her."- I was rambling now. Thoughts were making their way out of my brain.

-"She did."

I looked up to him, surprised at his utterance. He sounded so sure, -"How do you know?"

-"I smelled those drugs. They were stronger on her, besides,"- He stopped, unsure to say his next words, but he did anyways, -"I smelled those drugs on her since I arrived this morning. She brought them."

I looked at him confused, -"What… how?"- I stiffened my position in the desk.

He looked away and took a deep breath. His face was filled with regret, whatever he was going to say, he wasn't proud of it, -"I was… into that kind of mess in my old days. I used to consume when I was younger."

My moth gaped open. I tried to say something, but nothing came. Someone like him… with drugs? I couldn't even imagine it.

He noticed my struggle, -"Don't worry. The past is in the past. I'm all better now,"- He shot me a smile, -"And I hope you too."

At launch hour, I wondered alone, mostly because I wanted to be alone. Several people of my group offered me to hang with them and some even begged. They were all worried, but now, I needed time for myself.

I walked around the hallways as thoughts filled my head. I tried to figure out my feelings now after what happened. I didn't feel so free after I told Trisha what I did, but I sure as hell felt the knot leave and regretted nothing. There were things bothering me though; like Reiner and the drugs thing and, well, everything. What bothered me tough… was Trisha's words. Don't get me wrong, I don't mourn over her anymore. She's a bitch and she stays like that. I finally faced her, but her words, what she said to me… pierced me. She told me I was nothing special, a wannabe, that nobody loves me, that I'm alone and a fool. She was right. I was alone now and I was a fool. She fooled me because I was weak. I was wannabe. I always wanted to be like Frank, like all of twelve one. I was many things actually, but at the same time nothing. Right now, I don't know who I am. Surprisingly, her words hurt me more than her betrayal. At the end, my life was definitely miserable.

I tried to shake off those depressing thoughts away. Back then, she was crazy and she was drugged. Above all, she was mad at me. In fact, she wants to see me like this. She wants to see me crawling and leaving tears in my path. Guess what, I wasn't going to give her that.

Trying to cheer myself up was difficult and I was kind of bothered at my need for having someone doing it. There was so much for me to handle. I was definitely weak. This stuff doesn't usually get to me like this, but recently, my heart is like butter. I may be strong physically, but internally, I was weak. My mind was a mess, my emotions were in disorder and confusion filled me like air. I feel like I need someone's hands to hold me or else I'll melt and fall into a never-ending abyss. Whose hands could that be? I dunno. I didn't know anything, what would happen to me from now on, what the Jesus am I going to do…

I was walking mindlessly around school when a pack of shouts and laughs reached me. I looked up and the only thing I see is a dark figure crashing into me. We fell and landed on the cold floor. I landed on my back and gasped for air as the figure's body pressed against mine. Was I seeing shadows and figures now? Mental instability, check.

But then, the figure began to breathe heavily as it raised its head and things became clear now.

Marco was over me. Too close to me. I could even feel his heavy breaths on my face, his sweats dropping down to me; I couldn't even see his freckles because of how red his checks were; aside from the fact that he had a black jacket and had the hood over. Then, he noticed me and his brown chocolate eyes widened, piercing mines. Again, it was only us and I couldn't see anything else than him… literally. He was completely over me.

His eyes were filled with panic as he began to open his mouth to speak, -"Je-"-

Before I could put the pieces of this puzzle together, a pair of muscled hands wrapped themselves around Marco's mouth, pulling him back and away from me. He stretched his hand towards me, but before I could even react, he was in a far distance. Marco struggled from his captor, but this one was strong. Marco's captor pulled down his hood as he dragged him farther away. Marco was desperate to get free; his face pale as he tried pulling his captor's hands off. He moved side to side in an attempt shake off whomever was strangling him and this one punched Marco's back in anger, leaving him breathless.

I leaned myself up. Who the hell…?

-"Get him! Don't let him escape!"

I recognize that voice to well.

-"Don't worry, Jean. I'll save ya'."- Frank said as he peek his head from behind Marco. He was pulling him to a corner of the hallway.

I shot up and followed them. Marco was cornered by three guys; Frank, obviously, in the middle. I didn't recognize the other two; they were just making sure Marco didn't slip away. He tried though, but with one step taken, he was pushed and pinned to the wall by Frank, -"Finally. We caught you. That's all you can do, right? Run, it's all you're good at,"- Frank breathed heavily with anger, -"Come on! Try to escape now!"- Frank landed a punch on Marco's abdomen.

Marco winced in pain and looked away, eyes closed, waiting for the other blow.

When it came, Marco grunted and when Frank let him go, he kneeled with arms wrapped around his chest. When Frank was recharging for another blow, I looked away.

All I heard were pained grunts from Marco and laughs from Frank and the others. I waited for this to end, but it didn't, it just got longer and longer. I looked again and this time, Marco was on the floor coughing, breathing heavily. He tried to speak and beg for Frank to stop, but he couldn't. Normally, he waited for it all to end, but this time, it wasn't and he couldn't take it anymore. His face said it all: another blow and I'm done. Frank couldn't keep this going…. he just couldn't be this cruel…

Without noticing, I was taking slow steps towards them and reaching for Frank, but this one kicked Marco for the sixth or seventh time before I could even speak. Trying to crawl away, he sat up and leaned on the wall, his hand still wrapped around his chest. He couldn't do anything else… he was giving up.

Our eyes met and what I saw was pain, so much pain and grief mixed with sadness and sorrow. He winced again before closing his eyes. I could now see his all bruised up face once again. Suddenly, a flash image of how he was and how he felt in yesterday's Art class crossed me. It was totally the opposite of how he was now: happiness, excitement and fun. He was smiling and now… Another image crossed me and it was like a tornado of memories. Me being cornered punched, kicked, slapped, thrown…

A sudden dark anger churned in me. Frank was the responsible for everything and I had to stop him, stop this tornado in my head. I couldn't see this anymore. He has to pay. He will pay.

Out of control, I reached for Frank's hair. He was about to kick Marco again, but before he did, I pulled him back by his hair. He landed on his ass on the floor and was very surprised to see me like this. He didn't react for a minute. I was out of control, but I knew what I was doing.

Frank's dogs came for me and I fought them off. I punched one right in the nose and the other kicked his balls. Frank was still out of reaction and that gave me an opportunity. He was wide open and defenseless, but when I went in for a punch, he snapped awake and punched me instead, -"What the hell are you doing!? You two, get the freckled nerd!"

Oh no you won't, I ran towards Marco and stood right in front of him, facing Frank and his dogs with my fists ready. That's when a sudden memory recorded in my mind. I was a little kid in this same position, facing another little kid with my fists ready. I was fighting him, but above all, I was defending someone behind me and when I looked, I saw the desperate freckled face of a young Marco. The next thing, I was in a rampage.

Back in reality, I looked back at Marco and he had that desperate face just like in the memory. So… we've met before? Why didn't I remember him? Why didn't he tell me anything? I all make sense now.

My rampage began.

So, things get real good next time ;) I already have the chapter done. I just have to check errors and all that! Until next time!