CHAPTER 7
Bradon grabbed Drake's shirt and hit him so hard that Drake's mouth started bleeding. Drake glares at Bradon and flips over and punches Bradon in the face.
"Come on you loser! Come on you player! Come on you rambunctious theive! Hit me harder!" Bradon orders. Drake gets made and then hits him harder.
"You are such a brat you-you stupid rich boy! I wouldn't be surprised that you sleep uder a nice, soft skInned bitch!" Drake yells then hits Bradon in the shoulder.
"Guys stop!" I yell and then I break them out of it. But Drake pushes me aside and runs after Bradon. But I slip in. Bad idea. I get punched by Drake. I hit the ground and tears fall from my eyes. Bradon looks at me horrified. Mrs.Cook comes in and she screams then curses at the air.
"I believed you guys for one second! You are the most, immature students that I have ever seen!" Mrs.Cook gets on her knees and checks if I'm ok.
"My dear God! What the Hell has happened?" she yells. My eyes froze but my body shivered.
"I got hit by Drake," I say to her quietly. Bradon runs after Drake then pins him to the solid wall that shined from the dim light of the cold room.
"You will surely regret getting near me ever again," Bradon says through his teeth. Drake smiles.
"Trust me. I won't:" Drake says, whispering it in Bradon's ear. Mrs.Cook races over and breaks them up.
"In Mr.Cheventones office. Now!" screams Mrs.Cook. They both break up and give each other glares then they walked to the princible's office.
I sit there on the ground. Frozen. The only thing moving was the blood in my veins. Mrs.Cook sits in her desk and writes out a pass.
"Go see the counseler until I get things settled," she says while cooling off because of the situation.
"Can I stay here?" I ask. She sighs.
"Well, if you want to watch what happens with these boys, yes. You do have the rights to be involved. But surely you will be staying after school with them for questions," she points out. I sigh.
"I didn't do anything wrong," I whined. She chuckles.
"I know you didn't. You won't get in trouble. They surely will," she says proffesionally. I huffed then I sat up and I grabbed my tray and bit into my cake. Then something slid under the door. Mrs.Cook didn't notice. I
look at her then I picked up the note.
Emma. I grin then I opened it up quietly.
I know your secret. And I can't wait to tell everybody. But if you don't want that to happen, you better read
carefully. You must sneak into the princeible's office, and grab his PDA. If you don't, your secret is in my hands.
I shake my head with full aware of what might happen. The intensity just rose from the hollow cracks of the
Earth. I flopped on my chair and I just sat there.
What should I do? Should I kill myself? Maybe jump off a bridge? The irony sure is a killer itself. So are the words of the note. I could only imagine the future, and try to seek out the person who seems to be hiding behind a mask of non integrity. The real cause of this is probably the fact of being the school's geek. The lower class. The innocent. The losers that shouldn't be place in this world. For all I know, I could be being chased down by a teenage stalker. People who have a cold soul try to have the innocent break down and feel pain that should be immortal should be in a place that could create the same pain for them. Pain, that should not exist on Earth.
I slip the note in my pocket and began to eat what should be a school lunch. I gulped and swallowed and tried to listen to the mythical words of silence.
"Are you ok?" Mrs.Cook asked. I look at her and I forced a smile.
"I'm fine," I say. But everything was not fine. Nothing was fine.
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A Surreptitious Geek
HumorShe walks around the halls. Trying to be unseen. But her eyes speak it all. She hides behind lockers, and walls too. She watches your every move in a blink of an eye. You spot her beauty, but she is already gone. But one thing you realized is, she...
