Book and his Angel [ Forcebook ]

Ch 2

"You're sticking up for that fag? Buddy, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but around here? No one speaks to me like that." Gawin growls and swings a fist at the guy. The crowd lets out various gasps and shouts of shock as the guy easily dodges the hit and socks him back. Damn, that looked like it hurt. Gawin grunts in pain and stumbles back a bit, clutching his now-bleeding nose.

"You really think you're hot shit, don't you? You're pathetic, man. Now, do us all a favor and get the hell outta here." The guy says, a threatening tone in his voice.

Gawin glares at the guy for a bit, then glances at the awestruck crowd and scoffs. "Whatever. You won't get away from this, you fuck." He mutters. I get a strange sense of satisfaction watching Gawin stomp out of the courtyard, his ego currently in tatters.

"Alright, go new kid!" Someone in the crowd cheers, a small wave of applause going around before the crowd starts breaking up back into their little groups and resumes talking. The guy looks at me and gives me a warm smile, any trace of his previous anger gone.

"Hey, you okay?" He asks, offering a hand to help me up. I take his hand and climb back onto my feet, wincing at the pain in my arm. I look down to examine the injury. The skin is red, and there are small cuts where gawin's nails had been digging in. It's ugly, but I guess it could be worse.

"Yeah...I'm alright, I guess. Thanks for standing up for me." I return the smile. "That was...really cool."

"Eh, that was nothing. I know how the jocks are. They act like they're all tough and unstoppable to hide their fragile egos. Doing stuff like that will get 'em running off in no time." The guy laughs softly, causing me to blush.

"I'm force, by the way." He says. I really hope he can't see how red my face is at the moment. I'd hate to say something wrong and mess up the chance of making a new friend.

"I'm b-book." I stutter. Fuck, why did I have to stutter? I probably look like a complete moron now.

I quickly pull out my phone to check the time. 2:17 P.M. Three more minutes until dismissal. Darn, I wish I could stay longer and talk to force a bit more. "Right, I believe this is yours." He pipes up, leaning down to pick up my sketchbook. I didn't even realize gawin dropped it.

"Thanks." I say, quickly flipping through the book to make sure it's not damaged. I can't hold back a sigh of relief when I see that everything's okay. Most of the drawings in here took a lot of time to make, I'd be pissed if any of them got ruined.

"Ooh, nice stickers." Force's eyes seem to light up as he stares at the cover of my book, which is littered with stickers of various band and video game logos, along with a few of anime and other shows I like.

"Oh, uh, thanks. I, uh...like your shirt. They're one of my favorite bands." I reply, feeling my face turning red at his compliment. Force's smile grows wider and he chuckles.

"Thanks, I like yours too." He motions towards my Bullet for my Valentine t-shirt, the front of it stained slightly with dirt. Damn, this is one of my favorite shirts too. "Always nice to meet someone who has the same taste. Who else do you listen to?"

As I start listing off a few other bands I like, the bell rings, informing us that it's time to leave."Damn...Well, we could meet here next week and continue this discussion then?" Force suggests. I somehow completely forgot that it's Friday. Crap.

"Um, sure, sounds good. I guess I'll see you then."

"Actually, hold on..." force says as I turn to leave, his brown eyes locking with my black ones. "You think I can get your number?"

The blush returns to my face. I just met this guy and he wants...my number? "Stop it, book . This guy just wants to get to know you. No gay thoughts." I scold myself internally. "Uh...yeah, one sec." I tear out a small piece of paper from my notebook and quickly jot down my number and hand it to him.

"Thanks. See you around." Force says, waving to me before moving towards the crowd exiting the courtyard. I make my way towards the exit with a stupid grin on my face, my heart pounding with excitement. This hot new kid saves me from getting my arm snapped like a twig, then we start talking and he asks for my number? What are the odds?! This school year is definitely going to be interesting...