So what? // dnf

Chapter 3

My writing has not improved ;)

Also happy pride queermos :]

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George POV

The last bell of the day rang. Everyone, being the crazy assholes they are, immediately ran out, not giving two shits about anything and everything happening.

Now you might think that, because I'm complaining about them, means that I'm not one of them. Hell no, I ran out of that hell-hole as fast as I possibly could.

After a good 10 minutes or so of running away, I stopped. I panted quite a bit before grabbing my water bottle and taking a few sips.

As I was near my home I remembered something, Logan. I immediately began worrying, a million thoughts going through my mind.

Why did I agree????!!

Do I really have too???

If I don't go what will happen????

I might as well die right now!

I halted my movements, thinking about what I should do. I had this gut feeling that I had to go to go to the fight.

No matter what.

It just, felt oddly important.

I quickly ran to the park closest to the school.

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After about 5 minutes of running I finally make it.

"Well, lookie here, and here I thought you weren't going to show up," Logan teased.

"Fuck off" I grumbled.

"Oh, ooooooooo, someones angry," he continued.

"Well, obviously I'm angry. I have to spend time out here with you and all these-" I paused looking around. There were AT LEAST, 20 people here. I quickly shook the thought away. "People" I finished.

"Mhmmm, now, what do you say we get the show going?"

I hesitated, "fine".

He quickly took the opportunity to swing a punch at my nose. My nose started to drip a thin, bright red, liquid. I ran behind Logan as I kicked his legs. Causing him to fall to the floor. Logan picked himself up again, tackling me to the ground. We were both on the floor, until Logan began to slowly bring himself to stand up, one of his legs pushing my stomach, keeping me mostly stuck to the floor. Logan, in a shocking turn of events, lifted his leg, seemingly wanting me to sit up. Maybe if I were thinking straight, maybe I wouldn't have taken the opportunity.

I sat up as Logan harshly kicked my chest. I could start tasting the bitter, metallic taste of blood. Logan continued to kick me for a bit until my ribs began to hurt badly. From what I could see, which wasn't much, there were bruises all over my stomach.

I heard Logan scoff at my condition. "Pathetic," he spoke. As he started leaving, as well as most of the other students that came to watch us fight. Most. The one person who stayed was Dream. I expected him to do something, too hurt me, as he was somewhat of a minion of Logan's. Instead, though, he crawled down to my level.

He held out his hand, seemingly wanting me to hold it. I was hesitate, before ultimately grabbing his hand. He slowly lifted himself up, as well as I. Mid way through I winced, the pain in my lower rips becoming almost unbearable.

Dream seemed to notice this, "do you want me to carry you?" He asked.

I didn't want to say anything, not wanting the pain in my ribs too become anymore painful. Opting to shake my head  "no", not fully trusting the guy.

"Do you need a ride home?" He offered. To which, once again I shook my head "no".

"You sure?" He asked me.

I nodded my head.

"Okay, be very careful" he stated.

He helped me walk a few more steps before intimately letting me be.

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After about 30 minutes of trying to get home my stomach started too hurt.

Though I kept going, wanting to rest as soon as possible.

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This chapter 😔
Was short  (ToT)
But it could have been shorter 😔