Marshall, You're Not Alone (GxG)

Chapter 8

"No phones, calculators, or any other electronic devices. All I want to see is a pen and test sheets I've already placed on your desks. Leave your bags at the back of the classroom," Mrs. Brides announced loudly the second I stepped into the classroom.

Test? - Crap.

Unaware of this rather upsetting information I exchanged some worrisome looks with the other classmates who were entering alongside me.

"Let's run," one of them whispered.

"No running Mr. Hill, sit down," the teacher scoffed from the front and the boy groaned loudly throwing his backpack against the wall.

The last thing I wanted was to start off the year with a failed math test. Taking a seat I tapped onto my bottom lip, nervously awaiting the questions.

"Begin," she announced and the sound of shuffling paper has filled up the room.

Sighing with relief I found myself somewhat knowing how to approach some of the first exercises. Gladly this topic was exactly what Chris and I were going through for the past week, and while unsure of it all I finished the test with a less nervous and more positive mindset.

I just had to think of a way to have him tutor me for something else than stupid weed...

Walking through the hallways I headed towards my locker having to swap out some of my books. However, when I took a turn I heard a lot of loud talking and maybe crying? Not planning on getting involved I just curiously peeked in to check what was going on.

The second I saw Chris, Glen, and some other students standing in a circle panicking I internally cursed and decided to turn around. Those guys were always up to something and I was not going to be dragged into their shenanigans.

But when a tiny shade of ginger has caught my eyes I couldn't explain when and how, but within a blink of an eye I was already kneeling in front of a crying girl who hid her face in her legs, while sitting on the cold floor.

"Amira?" I asked with worry, looking at the guys behind me. "What happened?" I hissed surprising myself with how aggressive I sounded.

Chris's grey eyes were filled with panic, which indicated he was just as confused as the rest of us.

Not getting any useful answer from the boy I glanced back at the little fairy who was quietly sobbing, hiding her face from everyone.

"Hey, Amira..." I whispered softly unaware my voice could even be this gentle. "Princess," I called hoping the nickname would get me a reaction from the girl.

And it did. Her head snapped upwards and she looked at me with puffy cheeks and a red nose.

"Marshall?" she sniffed out.

"Mhm," I hummed. "Why is such a cheery girl crying in the hallways?"

Her gaze went between me and her friends before landing on the floor.

"I saw them..." she whispered so quietly I had a hard time understanding what she said.

She saw them?

"Who...?" not getting an answer I touched her hand and gave it a tiny squeeze. "Please, tell me."

Why did I want to know, and why did I care? Beats me, but at this point, I just went with the flow.

She leaned closer, her lips hovering over my ear when she answered, "Those boys who touched me..." her voice cracked and my stomach fell. "I remember..."

Going back to the room and how I found her, they clearly touched her breasts before doing something worse. Her bra was moved and shirt pulled up...

I felt sick.