Corruption (J.M)

Chapter 2

Previously...

People started crowding round getting ready to see a fight.
"Leave. It." Ben said through clenched teeth.
That's when it all went wrong.

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I started to panic. Voices of students yelling at James and Ben was echoing in my ears and being replaced by my heartbeat. my eyes darted around the crowd until I saw Brad, Tris and Connor emerge from the back of the crowd. They immediately pushed through the crowd and pulled the two apart. Ben's nose was swollen and the bridge was cut. I looked away with tears stinging my eyes. Why did he do this? More importantly, why did James fight him? I have never spoken more that 5 words to him.
I felt strong arms go around my shoulders and recognised the bracelets as Brads. If anyone Brad was the one I was closest to out of the boys. I turned around and buried my face into his chest. Thank god he's taller. I literally sobbed my heart out. He kept whispering reassuring words into my ear until I heard all the shouts start again. I pulled myself out of his grip and turned to the source of the hollering. James was beating the living crap out of Ben and to be completely honest, I didn't care so I don't know why I was crying. oh wait, that's why.
My boyfriend of two years just snogged a slag I front of my eyes. I felt betrayed and heartbroken not to mention that I don't know why James beat him up. Brad steered me away from the fight when teachers came rushing over. He walked with his hand on the small of my back to guide me to the music room. this room is always quiet and I'm grateful he remembered that. We sat down on some stalls in one of the recording rooms.
After a few silent moments he broke the silence.
"So what actually happened?"
"I don't know." I sighed. "I mean it's two hours into the week and I'm already done with this week." I looked out of the window and focused on the dull clouds.
"I didn't know you were friendly with James?"
"I'm not." I said, never breaking my gaze from the clouds.
The bell went and we stood up.
"Where's your class?" He asked throwing his bag over his shoulder.
"Maths, upstairs."
"I'm in science, other end of the building. you alright to wal-"
"I'll be fine, Thankyou Brad." I broke him off.
"Ok well I'm always here if you want to talk." he flashed a smile.

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I opened the door to my maths room and every eye darted to me. I ignored them and sat in my usual seat at the back of the room. I spent the whole lesson staring into the sky ignoring all of the facts about trigonometry, algebra and multiplication the teacher was trying to teach us. I knew I would need these facts in the long run but I couldn't be bothered at the moment.
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The next 4 hours of school included me sitting in each class doing nothing and then at lunch going to the back of the library and listening to music. Apparently Ben got sent home because his face was so bad. You would think he would have given a tiny fuck about my feelings. But that's guys for you, I guess.

When the bell went signalling the end of the day I couldn't of bolted out of there quick enough. I walked as fast as I could home and when I reached my front door, I planned to run upstairs for the night. Maybe I could live up there too. No I need food. My plans decided to join my heart in a pile of shattered bits on the floor as my mum came to open the door.
"Hi sweetie! How was your day?" She chirped.
Fake a smile. You do it everyday anyway. Just force it.
"It was great thanks mum."
She planted kiss on my cheek before walking back to the kitchen. I ran upstairs and locked my door. I plugged Nirvana into my speakers and played it loud. I collapsed onto my bed and screamed into my pillow. After I had finished screaming obscenities into my pillow, I grabbed my laptop from under my bed and logged onto Twitter. As I was scrolling through my feed, I saw a quote and I stopped. I read it over and over again.

'Someone told me there is light at the end of the tunnel...
I'm not in a tunnel. I'm in the real world where real people hurt.'

As I pressed save, my mum knocked. I stopped my music and walked up to the door.
"Someone's at the door for you. James is his name."
I froze momentarily. "tell him I'm not here."
She cocked her eyebrow. "why? Besides, I cant."
"Why?"
She walked into the bathroom. "I told him you'd be down."
I groaned and trudged downstairs. at the door was in fact James.
"Fyn I'm so sorry for today I made things wors-"
I cut him off. "please, it's fine. he's just being a dickhead."
"Look, I know we don't speak but we could get a coffee? You seem really nice and I want to make up for everything I did."
I nodded but couldn't help but be a bit shocked at how nice he was.
"Great. tomorrow during school?"
"During?"
"Yeah?" He chuckled.
I laughed gently. "Okay fine."
He flashed his white teeth. "It's a date."
Before I could protest, he had already walked down my drive. I shut the door and pressed my back against the chilled wood. I let out a breath I hadn't realised I was holding and smiled. It was only a brief one before I realised what I was doing. Why have I got butterflies over James McVey? The school 'badass'?