Geek's Playbook [BxB]

Chapter 2 : Strawberry Milk

A/N : Sorry this took so long! life gets busy 💔

Dorian Moon

I landed hard on the cateferia floor, my knees scraping against the rough surface. I could hear whispers, making me cringe a bit.

The contents of my tray splattered on Harold's shirt, he's a big guy. I could feel the gaze of not just one, but two guys behind him intensifying. My heart started racing.

One guy behind him approached me and firmly grabbed my shirt, "Use your fucking eyes!" He hissed.

"Ooh, a fight is starting!" A voice resonated through the cateferia.

I started sweating as my eyes darted around nervously, It'll be troublesome if I get beat up, but the school policies won't allow that anyway.. right? "Uh.. I'm so sorry! I-i can pay for the dry-cleaning fee." I battled with a stutter. "Sorry? Do you know how expensive his clothes are?" He snapped.

Harold pulled the guy off by his shoulder. "Logan, do not cause trou-"

He got cut off by Amelia running over to me, fuming with anger, "What the fuck are you guys doing!? He's my friend you asshole!" Then she seized my arm, forcefully pulling me up to my feet.

"Are you okay?" She asked, "I'm okay, don't worry." I reassured, giving her a smile while I brush my pants off.

She glared at me then reached out to hold both of my hands, her voice filled with concern. "Your hands are a bit bruised. Let's get you bandaged up kay? Let's go.." I gave her a nod, my mind reeling trying to comprehend the situation.

Before we could take another step, we got interrupted by a voice.

"Woah there lady, stop meddling into our business. He has to take care of this shit first." He spat, pointing an accusing finger at me.

"You know damn well it wasn't his fault. It was unnecessary to be angry." Amelia snarled back.

Then he shifted his eyes to Harold, "Then what about that? You both combined wouldn't even be able to afford his clothes" He sneered. I looked at Harold and felt guilty.

"It was an ACCIDENT. An accident. I know y'all was too distracted and bumped into him, not the opposite. We have eyes." Amelia's voice dripped with anger as she spoke.

"Shut the fuck up, you know nothing. Take a look at that four eyes, he looks fucking klutzy." Logan continued to mock me.

"Well i know you're a stupid little cocksucker." She raised her voice and pointed at him.

"Guys, it was my fau-"

"What the fuck did you say!?" Logan's voice was loud enough to cut off Harold's sentence, "If you're friends with that damn loser maybe you should take care of this mess!" Another guy stepped forward and spoke.

"Oh, I forgot. You're too broke to do that." He added again, smirking sarcastically.

She clenched her fists, "Listen here you piece of sh-"

I was getting more and more overwhelmed by this situation, "P-please stop fighting!" I intervened weakly, i just want to get out of this situation quick.

It.. worked?

Their eyes widened while staring at me, "I.. uh, I'll make sure to make it up and pay for the clothes.. I promise. Just please stop fighting.." I tried explaining loudly, rubbing both of my arms in embarrassment as my eyes were fixated on the ground.

Silence, nothing.

"Ah.. Luell? We were just.." Logan stumbled over his words. Wait, Luell? Why is his name being brought up?