Little Girl and Tall Boy

Chapter 3

We played dodge ball in PE. I wasn't picked last, just second to last. I think Tyler's 'fans' slayed..

Wait for it..

Me.

I know they slayed me, and they know that, too. For a second, after PE, I thought I was dead but in the locker room I received death glares which made me realize that I'm still alive. I have bruises all over my thighs. If someone not from my PE class would look at me, they would probably think I've been mugged. Luckily, I'm not wearing shorts.

"Why are you walking like that?" The boy beside me asked curiously as we walked through the empty hallway.

I shrugged my shoulders and breathed deeply. I stared at the squared back of the tall boy walking in front of me. "I've felt the love of unsuspicious girls." I let my hands graze the metal doors of the row of lockers. I was trying not to wince in my every step but it's hard not to especially when Colt bumped my knees.

I moaned helplessly. I wish I hadn't because both boys halted and turned to me with alarmed expressions. I almost ran into Tyler which would probably cause me more pain.

"Feeling girls' love," Colt said and then looked at Tyler who stood unmoving, his feet facing forward while his torso twisted for him to be able to look at me.

Tyler's thick eyebrows slowly knitted together, "Moaning."

Oh no. I think I know where this is going.

Colt opened his mouth and almost completed the dreadful sentence, "You fu-"

"I did not!" I pushed him with all my force and made him almost fall on his buttocks. Almost. "I dare you." I turned to Tyler, pointing my finger at him. I shook my head, "You guys have dirty minds."

Chuckling at me, Tyler asked, "Mine or his?" He looked away and continued to walk.

We turned at a corner which led to the main staircase. "You're claiming them?" I asked as I grip the rails with both hands.

"What? No!" He exclaimed. "Why would you think I would - " He caught himself. Clearing his throat, he scratched his nape. "I mean, they label themselves."

"Right." I muttered. "Dirty mind." I lifted my right foot and let it fall on the lower stair and swung my left one to place after. I repeated this for about three times in a span of 30 seconds.

"Will you please hurry?" Colt asked from the bottom of the stairs. He was tapping his foot impatiently. "You take forever," He winked at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows and tried to pick up the pace. "I've been hurt. Sympathize with me." I replied to him.

"Here," was all Tyler said before I felt myself being swept off my feet.

"Whoa."

His hands and forearms were supporting my back and my poplit. He was running down the stairs gently. I felt like an old lady. Okay, let me try to be a normal person. I felt like I was a fragile... dissected frog for a science project. I'll get it right next time.

We reached the bottom of the steps and headed to the parking lot. Colt cleared his throat, "You can put her down now, man."

"She walks like someone older than my great grandma," Tyler argued. "We would be late for the battle. They'll think we got scared and decided not to show up."

Colt tried to pull on one of Tyler's arm. "She's a grandma, not a great one. Let her down."

I tightened my hold around Tyler's neck, "Hey, this grandma is right here and is hurting."