Pretty Boy~ H.Moskowitz

14

STILL HAWK POV
I waited with my group as we talked. We were all going to coyote creek.
"I can't believe Amelia used to be fat! Like look at her, she is stunning." Doug yelled as we all watched Amelia kick the shit out of the punching bag.
"I feel bad for the punching bag." Bert added. "But she is hot."
"Look at her ass! And that badass snake on her arm!" Mitch pointed.
I couldn't help but feel a tad bit jealous of all of these comments.
She continued to punch the bag, as everyone around her chatted with friends. I couldn't help but notice our similarities. Every time I hear her voice, shivers get sent down my spine, in a good way. I can tell she still cares, about her grandpa, about herself.
I watched her in awe, along with everyone else in the group. Everyone besides Miguel, who was looking at his new girlfriend. Tory.
"Amelia! In here now!" Kreese demanded. I flinched at his loud voice. She scoffed, before leaving the punching bag and walking into the office.
After a couple of minutes, Amelia returned, almost on the verge of tears.
She stormed up to us.
"You tell anyone, and I mean anyone, what my grandpa told you... I will hunt you down one by one, and beat you to a pulp." She gulped.
I couldn't help but notice the tears that were threatening to fall. I could tell it was a very touchy subject for her, like how my past is a subject I prefer not to talk about.
I bet the others noticed the tears in her eyes. Her secret was out to the dojo, because of her grandpa.
When none of us answered she yelled.
"Do you understand?!"
"Y-yeah we understand." Doug shot his head to the ground. She let out a hiccup, like she was holding back tears. She walked away, but much slower this time. She let out a low sob, but quickly hid it. And before I knew it, she walked into the locker room, cleaning herself up. We all had the same sad expression on our faces. Sympathy. She had it worse then me, she even had her arm broken by a bully! But I can't do anything. All I have to do, is wait to go to coyote creek.