Walking My Own Path

Chapter 2 : Can I Help You ?

ZAYAIR's POV

Half hour Later...

I came to an aprubt halt  just a couple blocks away from the school, incase my dad decided to try being slick. Hopping out, I grabbed my bag and began walking towards the school. No more than about, five-six minutes later I arrived at the front of the school; 'Hampton Greene Secondary & Junior High School.'

I walked on the school grounds and was headed for the main doors, when I heard boisterous laughter. I tested the gates leading over to the Secondary section and saw that they were padlocked, so I had no other choice but to jump the fence, and that's exactly what I did, earning a couple weird stares as I landed on the otherside.

Following the laughter, I came upon a sight I hated to see; your typical uptight dumbasses picking on what they think is a weaker link.

"Hey!" I called boredly approaching them. "Leave the kid alone."

"Who are you ?" The one who seemed to be in charge of this pathetic bully sess asked.

"Yeah Oreo, who are you ?" Another one asked causing them all to laugh.

I chuckled softly before hardening my features. The laughter stopped and they gulped.

"Look, I'm not someone you kids want to mess with especially since I hate bullies," I stepped closer to them. "Leave. Him. Alone." I repeated with my voice as cold as ice. They nodded and ran off.

I shook my head..Idiots.

I then directed my attention to the boy who was quiet throughout the entire exchange.

"Hey little man I'm Zayair but you can call me Zay, what's your name ?" I asked stooping down so we were face to face. He opened his mouth to speak, but then he just shifted further away.

Riiigghhhtt, stranger danger and all.

I sighed. "Do you wanna be friends ?" I tried again.

"Why ? What's in it for you ?" he asked a bit skeptically.

"Well, then I'd have my first and most important friend, and you'd have someone to protect you," I paused thinking carefully about my next words. "I could even make you cooler than those clowns." I added causing him to giggle. Cute.

"So what do you say ?"

"Sure." he said looking at me for the first time with a huge smile. That's when I got a good look at his face. He had puppy brown eyes, that were a bit red from crying and had dirty blonde hair. He also had bright freckles scattered over his cheeks and above his nose. The kid was cute.

"Great but you still have to tell me your name." I pointed out.

"Tristan, my name is Tristan."

"Nice to meet you Tristan, would you like me to walk you to class ?" I asked.

"Are you sure ? You have homeroom right now you know."

"And how do you know that ?" I asked motioning for him to lead the way.

"Because my cousin goes there, he's a senior," he paused then his eyes lit up. "Maybe you guys can be friends !" he said enthusiastically.

I dry laughed. "That's a big maybe," his face fell. " but you could still give me his name." I added trying to cheer him up again.

"Sawyer, Sawyer Reynolds." he said stopping in front a closed door and it sounded like they've already started.

"Guess this is you kiddo."