I never thought there'd be you

Part 8

He looked angry, but not at me. He was looking straight to the girl who shoved me to the ground. Cara is her name.

I looked closer into his eyes from where I was. It looked like shooting daggers from his eyes.

"Seriously!?! You just shoved her to the ground." Chris points to me, but he does not make eye contact with me, "Can you not see that she is bleeding?"

I look down and notice that I have scrapped my arm as I fell to the ground.

All of the girls stood there, mouths gawking open.

Cara spoke up eventually. "Oh my!! You...you're...AAAH!!!" She squeals and jumps up and down. The other girls imitate her like sheep. "You are from Grenade band! I love your-"

"Seriously?" Chris cuts Cara off.

Cara stops jumping. "What? I am a huge fan. I have met you before." She says as a matter of fact.

"You have? Well I meet a lot of fans."

Cara smiles.

"But not fans that shove other people to the ground." He adds.

"Are YOU Serious? You are stepping up for HER?!?" Cara points her nail to me, "She is such an irritating person. She carries all her books around, trying to look like a smart person."

I curl my fingers into fists. I am going to punch her. She continued, "And in case you haven't noticed, and as I stated before you arrived, she is fat and ugly. I mean...just look at her." Cara looks at me with utter disgust. I look down, because if I look at her...

"I am..." Chris says softly. I look up and his eyes are directly looking at me.

He doesn't look away for a few hearts. His eyes seemed to have softened and the blue in his eyes radiate from the sun. He then looks back at Cara. His eyes are back to daggers.

Chris starts to laugh. "In case YOU haven't noticed...no one is perfect looking. I am guessing you are one of the popular people in this school?" Chris asks her.

Cara bats her eyes. "How did you know?"

Chris rolls his eyes. "Let me tell you something...I was never popular in school."

All the girls gawk in shock.

Chris shrugs. "It's true. I was not popular. I was never part of the 'Cool Children'. Also...just because you are popular in school, it doesn't mean that you'll still be popular out of school."

Cara opens her mouth, but closes it. One other girl speaks up. Wait they can speak? "Well...we belong to a modeling agency. We were actually one of the modeling agencies that were supposed to be featured in your one music video." She smiles sweetly, but I know that smile was not sweet at all.

"Oh really?" Chris sarcastically beams, clapping his hands together. "Well...it was a good thing then that we didn't choose that agency then." Chris speaks to her like he is talking to a 5 year old.

Chris continues. "And why would anyone want to be friends with a bunch of rude girls who think about no one but themselves?"

The other girl speaks up. "Well, I am a model and people like us just the way we are. Besides, we don't like people who are...different...like HER!" she pointed directly at me.

All the girls look at me with their mean eyes.

"Well sometimes...different is good." Chris states.

Wait what?

Chris continues. "And I don't see anything wrong with Gaby. She is normal, just like everyone else and she does not need people like you in her life." He gestures to all the girls.

He bows his head to look at me, and I look at him. His lips curl into a smile. A genuine smile.

I look with appreciation in my eyes. I hope he can see it. I couldn't believe he was standing up for me.

I thought he didn't like me. I haven't seen this side of him. Was Riley right when he said Chris is a nice guy?

"Gaby?" Lost in my own thoughts; I didn't realize Chris was speaking to me.

"What? Sorry I didn't hear you." I ask immediately.

"I asked if you need help with your books. They are all on the ground." He points to the books on the ground.

I look down to see the books are all over the place.

I turn to look at the girls. Their mouths were wide open. Chris bends down to try and gather the books together, but out of nowhere, Mr. Bakes shows up.

"What is going on here? Why are you all standing here when you are supposed to be on the school field?" Mr. Bakes asks the girls and I. A typical rule we had was we needed to be on the field.

Chris stands up. "These girls are being rude to Gaby. I have no idea why, but they are basically telling her that she is nothing." Chris tells Mr. Bakes.

"What?" Mr. Bakes shrieks. He looks down to me. "Gaby, is this true? Are these girls being rude to you?" I look at the girls. Their hateful eyes watching me. I look back to the principal and nod my head. I do not say anything.

Mr. Bakes looks to the girls. "Girls, you do realize that you are Prefects and meant to set an example for all the learners in this school?" Mr. Bakes' facial expression was a look of astonishment. He continued. "Why would you pick on Gaby like that? That is not how a Prefect should act."

Cara opens her mouth. "But Sir..."

Mr. Bakes raises his hand to silence Cara. "I don't want to hear it. All of you girls come with me." He commands.

"Sir, Gaby provoked us." Cara blurts.

Chris starts to laugh. "Are you seriously trying to shift the blame on her? She is on the ground because you shoved her down. Case in point." He looks at me, "And besides, I witnessed you pushing her."

Cara looks at Mr. Bakes. "I don't want to hear anymore. Cara, you and your friends come with me to my office please."

As the girls follow the principal, Cara glares at me. "This isn't over." She warns.

"NOW!" Mr. Bakes shouts at Cara. She bares her teeth – like a predator to their prey – and walks off.

Chris holds out his hand.

"You don't need to help me, I am fine." I tell him.

"I am holding my hand out to help you." he states.

Confused, I look up at him. He wants me to take his hand so I can stand up.

"Thank you." I smile at him. "You didn't have to defend me." I say.

Chris raises his brow. "You could have fooled me." He teases.

I raise my eyebrows up and down. "Well...thank you?" I say more of a question than an appreciation.

Chris's brows crease. "You are welcome?" He continues to tease me.

I roll my eyes. "I thought you didn't like me." I say.

Chris chuckles. "Just because I stood up for you does not mean...anyway, you are welcome."

I turn to walk away, but I am pulled back...knocking into Chris's chest.

"Sorry!" I apologize. I look down to see that I am still holding Chris's hand.

"Can you please let go of my hand? You kinda hurting me." I ask.

Worry fills Chris's eyes. "Are you really alright?" He asks, concerned.

"Yes of cause I am. Now, I really have to go." Realizing that I am still on Chris's chest, I pull away and Chris lets go of my hand.

"Hmm...Whatever you say. I have to go as well. WAIT!" Chris screams the last word.

I jump. "What the heck?"

Chris continues, not bothered by me jumping. "Before I go, can I get your e-mail address, cell phone number or both?"

I look at him, puzzled. Why does he want my contactdetails?