"Strangers passing in the street,
"By chance two separate glances meet.
"And I am you and what I see is me."
-Echoes, by Pink Floyd.
It was rare for you to get nervous about something, especially since you normally would go head-first.
But there was...
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I was pushed fiercely against the wall of the back of the school, making me slam my head against the cold bricks.
I groaned in pain and displeasure, "You arsehole, you have no idea how expensive hospital bills are."
I looked up at the guy standing in front of me, letting him see the bloody mouth I had gotten from how many times he had punched my cheeks.
"Give it up faggot! You ain't winning for fucking god's sake." He yelled at my face, grabbing the roots of my hair and pulling me up in the air.
"Let go of me!" I screamed. I was pretty weakened up from him hitting me nonstop.
I felt like I was about to pass out.
I looked directly at his beautiful, blue ocean eyes. Oh how much beauty one can hold, but it was only a matter of time where that beauty would come out from the shadows to the light, showing that ugly look deep inside itself.
"You got what you wanted! Now let me go!" I yelled, grabbing the hand that was pulling at my hair, trying to twist it to stop my pain.
He groaned at this but didn't let go just yet.
"Listen here, you little bitch—" But I cut him off.
I had kicked him in the face, and once he let go of me I started punching him in the stomach.
I ignored how my body felt, begging me to rest for a while, and threw him against the wall, much like he had done to me.
"I have no idea what you want, but trust me, you won't get it!" I told him as I continued to punch his stomach, knocking the air out of him and leaving a bloody trail out of his mouth.
He had gotten an internal bleeding, much like me.
After letting him go, thinking that he would finally give in, I came to my shock.
Vance Hopper really wasn't one to give up after all.
I let out a yell in pain after getting punched across the face, making me lose my balance.
He took that to his advantage and slammed my head against the concrete floor.
"Whatever the fuck I want, is whatever the fuck I get!" He yelled in my ear, slamming my head repeatedly against the school's floor.
I was almost sure that I would get a concussion after this, but I ended up with a bloody, fucked up face, and an even more fucked up forehead.
Everything started spinning once I gained consciousness of the situation once again and I could only hear a buzz like sound.
Last thing I remember seeing was Vance's lips moving, telling me something I couldn't hear due to the annoying sound of ringing inside my ears.
I didn't pass out, but I could move my body with the amount of pain given to me. I spent hours there, it wasn't until what seemed like 4 hours of laying on the dirty floor that I was finally able to move my muscles.
Every time I took a breath, I could feel nothing but pain, and I was getting worried that I had broken a rib.
I would have to check with a doctor if things got worse.
I had never broken any bones, much now I had a broken nose, a most likely cracked skull from all the head slamming onto the floor and the walls, and probably a broken rib, which was the one that worried me the worst, knowing that it was dangerous to have a broken rib, especially if it was near your heart.
You wouldn't want to get stabbed in the heart by the bone that is meant to protect it after all.
After I was able to move, I headed home through the safest alley, making sure no one was following, for it could bring trouble knowing how weak I was at the moment.
After that day, I made sure to make the maid call a doctor, letting the doctor tell me that I only had a broken nose, but that my skull could've been cracked if I wasn't too careful.
And that broken rib, it wasn't really broken, but I was pretty hurt near the area of it, making the doctor feel disappointed in me for letting someone get the best of me.
It's not like I could do much about it, I was basically jumped by him. The fight took place at a random moment, taking me aback onto why Vance wanted to fight me.
From what I heard from Ren, no one really knew, not even his own little gang.
I always had my suspicions that Vance was bipolar, but I always shrugged that off just thinking it was just his anger issues.
'I'm probably just over thinking it.'
I sighed and got up from my bed, heading down to the kitchen to pick up some food but noticed how there wasn't much to pick from.
I sighed once again and decided to go to the Grab-N-Go, since I couldn't carry much weight with my weakened body.
As I got there, I asked for the phone from the cashier, who gave me a dirty look and simply nodded.
"Adalyn?"
"Hey bad bitch." She told me over the line.
"Meet me at my house to watch a movie with Gabriela?" I asked, hoping that she would say yes and I wouldn't have to spend the day alone.
She laughed lightly, "You got it, we didn't even want to go to school anyways. We'll see you in fifteen."
I hunted up the phone and got us all snacks along with some drinks.
The cashier bagged up the supplies and went back to reading a comic, which seemed to be Batman: The Caped Crusader, Volume 1, which was when Batman first appeared.
It was an old comic but a good one.
I grabbed my stuff and started heading to the exit, excited that I wouldn't have to be alone today.
I was about to leave but was soon grabbed by the neck of my collar.
I looked behind me to meet once again with those beautiful blue eyes that brought peace to me.
"What the fuck do you want now?" I asked, clearly pissed off.
He did say anything, simply staring at me with his eyebrows furrowed and deep in thought before shaking his heading, shrugging what he did off and going back to his pinball game machine.
I found it odd, but then again, everyone and everything could be odd in one's eyes.
I went outside, taking a deep breath and heading home.
