Chasing Mates (MxM)

Chapter Fifteen

Picture of Elijah

Shawn's P.O.V

Watching the time tick by on the wall clock was all I could do in my last class for the day. I needlessly tap my pencil on my desk as I shift my focus from the clock above the whiteboard and the whiteboard itself which contained calculus notes.
I gave up on following the lesson that our teacher was instructing because I was too occupied with getting the hell out of class on time. For some reason, today feels like time is going slower than usual.

I look at the clock again and saw that it read 3:15. 'Five more minutes.' I say to myself.

Instead of just looking straight ahead and at the clock. I decided to open my notebook in front of me and write lyrics to a song I'd memorized by heart. I choose the song Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.

A/N: Ok I was listening to this song the other day and I thought, "how ironic would it be." LOL.

Listening to Lady Gaga was a guilty pleasure of mine. I hold her in high regard for her work ethic towards both her image and her music career. She really was an icon of her time.

I begin to scribble lyrics down in my notebook as I sing the tone in my head. I made sure to look around every once in a while to make sure that no one noticed what I was doing. I shift in my seat to play off my enjoyment as I kept writing down the lyrics. I was secretly proud of myself for not having to stop to try and remember the words of the song. Well, that was until I had to pause and ask myself,

"Wait, how do you spell Je veux ton amour, et je veux ta revanche."

So much for being a Gaga fan.

As I was going to pull out my phone to look it up. I hear shuffling around me and my peers start to speak to one another. I noticed that my peers were starting to pack their things. I look to see the time and saw that it is 3:20.

I packed my stuff and quickly hauled ass outside of the classroom. I made my way outside of the school and into the parking lot that was reserved for student parking. Before I could find my car, I saw a crowd of students murmuring in a circle.

Once I drew closer to the crowd and made my way to the front of it, I saw someone on the ground in an armadillo position. He trembled against the asphalt that scraped against his pale skin. Standing next to him was a guy kicking his back repeatedly.

After a while, the sound of a bone-breaking snapped me out of my trance and the crowd around grows silent. It was the sound of the boy's ankle being stepped on. The person standing above him was twisting on his ankle as he laughed maniacally. Screams erupted through the crowd from the boy in agony, and his low growls could be heard in the midst of it.

"Maybe I should break the other one too, huh, pomeranian?" his bully says while raising his knee back up.

"Stop this!" Mani says.

I comply with Mani's demand and step forward. I put both my hands in my front pockets and whistled to the bully that was now in front of me to get his attention.

"I think that's enough! Leave the kid alone!" I yell to the bully. He snaps his head at me and scrunches his face. He looked familiar but I don't bother to try and remember him. He doesn't say anything but backs away from the boy on the ground.

Every step I took forward matched every step he took back drawing closer to the people behind him. When I reached the person lying on the ground I crouched down and examined his body. He had no serious injuries and it seemed like the break on his ankle was a clean one.

I recognized the boy on the ground. He was known for being an easy target in school and being a pushover. He's an omega with no family in the pack also. I don't know the details of his history but everyone's heard of him. I don't often step in when he's getting picked on because it's every day and doing so would be a full-time job. Times like these, when Mani insists that I do step in is pretty much the extent of my involvement.