my "friend"

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Jean's pov

I was sitting in the middle of class, being completely ignored by everyone, people were snickering and talking shit about me.

I decided I had enough and got out of my seat and packed my stuff. Mr Smith asked, "Jean what is it?"

I just walked out of the classroom and to the toilets. I walked into a cubicle and locked myself in it, I sat down and covered my ears.

after a while, I felt a tugging at the back of my shirt, I turned around and underneath the gap under the door was a pale freckled hand was tugging my shirt, I got up and open the door.

Once I opened the doors, I saw a boy, little taller than me, pale, black hair parted in the middle, he had freckles and gently brown eyes.

he was wearing white collar shirt, brown vest and white pants. he had a bruise on his neck.

he asked softly, "are you ok?"

I asked softly, "who are you?"

he just warmly smiled at me,  "I'm Marco. Marco Bodt"
he introduced himself.
I smiled, "I'm Jean. Jean Kirschtien."
he nodded and smiled again. "would you like a hug, Jean?"

he opened his arms, I looked at him confused,  "why would I want a hug?". Marco gave me a look of disbelief and pulled me into a big bear hug. I hugged him back and then realized that Marco wasn't very good with words...

I laughed at my thoughts. Marco let go of me and asked if I wanted to go to lunch.

I replied, "why would I do that?"

he looked at me with puppy eyes. he said with a saddened tone, "I have no friends."

I gave him a sympathetic smile,   "that's not true. You have me" Marco smiled brightly and hugged me again. Then the lunch bell went, we both left the toilets, went to my usual spot, it's a small table under a cherry blossom tree.

Marco sat next to me and smiled, He held onto my arm the entire time and kept looking at me with those puppy dog eyes.  I didn't mind though, He was cute. Marco looked down and started fiddling with his hands as soon as he saw that I had caught his gaze.

Marco seemed embarrassed by that, which made me even more curious.
I thought, what could make this adorable boy blush?

then I heard someone say, "ok. I think Jean had lost it."

Marco cuddles in my arms and rested his head on my chest. He made some whiny noises which kinda  made me want to cry. What happened, why was I so sad all of a sudden?

I looked over Marco's shoulder and saw Mr Smith standing near us
I looked back at Marco and he was crying silently and sniffling.

I asked softly, "what's wrong?"

Mr Smith stared at me like I was crazy. Marco  started sobbing louder, "it hurts!"
I tried to comfort Marco but I couldn't because he kept shaking and making sounds like a sad puppy wanting it's mother.

Then Marco stopped crying and started sniffing and smiling a bit. I looked at Mr Smith questioningly.
He simply shook his head, "I have never seen something like this before".

Then he left, without saying anything else.
I asked, "so, Marco, what happened? Is there any reason why you're crying?"

Marco didn't say anything, he just continued to cry. I rubbed his back trying to sooth him,  I guess he likes that.

After a long while he calmed down. I noticed that he had stopped crying, I was a bit confused because he looked like he was about to cry again! "Are you okay now Marco?"

he nodded slightly, but he didn't say anything. He started to chew on his collar, I decided to pet his hair, Marco looked at me with those big brown eyes.

He mumbled, "It still hurts."

I looked between his legs and there was blood. I asked, "you ok?"

His face was red, I packed up our stuff and grabbed his hand. I stood up and dragged him to the bathroom. I asked, "how did this happen Marco? how are you bleeding down there?"

He stayed quiet, I took off his pants and helped him clean his legs,  I found out that he was bleeding from his ass... I asked with shock, "what happened Marco? this looks serious."

Marco just whimpered,  "it still hurts". I sighed. I cleaned his butt and bandaged it carefully. I asked, "why are you crying Marco?"
Marco whispered,"because... because... because..."
but he kept muttering 'I don't know'
Eventually the bleeding stop.

I was wondering how he started bleeding down there, Marco put his pants. he had a bit of a guilty face. I asked softly, "how are you feeling?"

Marco started to sob again, I again comforted him again... what's wrong with this poor boy?