Talk // Chris Martin

12.

Phil got over the fence, and just as Chris and I were about to, Chris gasped.

I looked at him questioningly, and he looked back with wide eyes.

"I'm stuck!"

I looked down, seeing that his ankle was caught in a sharp part of the fence.

"Chris!" Phil Said. "Can you get yourself unstuck?"

"I-I dont know!"

He tried to pull his ankle out, but it wouldn't budge.

He looked back, and I did as well.

Ethan and his friends were super close now, and in seconds, they would catch us.

Chris looked back at me. "Ella, go!"

I shook my head, grabbing his arm. I wasn't leaving him.

"Please!"

I shook my head again, and he looked back at Ethan.

At the last second, before they reached us, Chris looked at me sadly, before pushing me off of the fence.

I fell beside Phil, who quickly helped me up.

"Phil, Run!" Chris should as they began to pull him away from the fence.

Phil grabbed my hand. "Come on, we have to get help!"

We began to run, as I watched them pull Chris off of the fence. One of them hit him directly in the face, and I looked down, tears welling up in my eyes.

Phil and I ran around the entire school building, entering in the front and running directly to the principal's office.

"Help!" Phil Shouted, running over to her desk.

She immediately stood. "What is it?"

"My friend, Chris! There's this guy and his friends attacking him!" He explained breathlessly as I pulled out my inhaler and used it, attempting to catch my breath.

"What are they doing outside at lunch?" She Asked.

"We eat out there, they followed us." Phil Said. "Please, we need to help him!"

She nodded, jogging out of the room. We followed her through the school to the back doors, where we all ran out.

Together, we ran to where the group of boys stood over Chris, who was fairly small compared to them.

"Enough!" The principal shouted, and all of the boys looked over, their eyes going wide. "Step away from him, now!"

They all backed up, revealing Chris who had his hand cupped over his eye.

I held my arms open, and Chris ran over to me.

I looked over his face, tapping his hand a little.

He winced, pulling it away from his eye. The side of his face was bloody and already bruised, but otherwise, he didn't have many bruises on his face. Anywhere else, though, I wasn't sure.

"Are you okay, Chris?" Phil Asked him.

He sniffled a little, rubbing his eyes. "I'm fine."

After the lunch hour was over, Phil and I went to our next class while they kept Chris with the school medic.

While I class, I didn't see Ethan or any of his friends, so I could only guess that they were with the principal.