The Melon-Head Boy -a Simdil fanfiction-

Chapter two: Jealousy

-Martin's POV-

"What was that?" Ghost asks, looking at me with a face mixed with curiosity and jealousy.
"I just accidentally walked into some freshman, Simon. He seems pretty cool." I say, looking at him. And cute. "Don't be jealous."
"Yeah, yeah..." he says and grabs my ass as I blush, but it goes away and see him giving Simon a death stare.
I look at him, getting pissed. I see him mouth the word: MINE with an evil grin. Why does he always do that? Everyone I talk to, he gets jealous of.
Ghost turn his head back to me and smiles his usual smile, drags his hand through his hair and tries to kiss me. I dodge. His smile turns confused.
"What's wrong?" he asks, sounding completely innocent, with almost a baby voice.
"Did you really just do that?" I say, sounding not even close to as pissed off as I am.
"What are you talking about?", his voice now innocent but a little annoyed and his eyes has an unfamiliar spark in them and his bushy eyebrows pointing down.
"You fucking know what I'm talking about. I literally just met Simon and you're all over me, like I'm your territory?! Simon haven't even done anything, I walked into him." We stop walking and face each other, right in the middle of the hall, his eyes narrowing and opens him mouth, as to say something.
He calms down, now looking at me with a douchebag look in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.
"You are my territory." he says. That's it.
"Really? You try'na make this okay with trying to be sexy?" I snap. His expession turns guilty and he opens his mouth.
"Bodil-"
"Don't call me that. Fuck this, I'm out." I say as I start walking down the hall again.
"I'm sorry." I hear him mumble.
As I walk, I now realize everyone is staring at me and Ghost and probably have through our whole fight. I also realize that I'm walking towards a dead end. I quickly turn around ans start walking the other way, towards Ghost and later behind him, Simon.
I bump into Ghost with my right shoulder as I'm walking, not saying anything.
He tries to grab me. I try to tear away, but he tightens his grip.
"Let me go." I say, fast.
"No." he says as he tries to look in my eyes. I look away, looking down.
"Fucking. Let. Me. Go." hearing this part of my voice, his grip loosens and as I feel it, I tear away and walk away from him. I hear him smash his locker with his fist.
Tears have been swelling up in my eyes. I walk by Simon, not looking at him. Ugh, I wish that I would've brought my sunglasses today.
I make a turn and aim for the boys' changingroom.
I sit on one of the benches, run my hands through my hair and then tilt my head against one of the lockers. I cry, silent. I just let the tears flow.

After a while, I sniff, wipe away the tears and walk out of the room, facing something that I thought I'd never witness.

First of all, I see a large crowd of people, surrounding something. I hear a yelp and flesh smacking against flesh.
I push my way in to the inner circle and first, I just see my boyfriend's back. Then I notice something on the floor. Someone. Someone with an orange shirt and watermelon beanie. Simon.
"GHOST!!" I scream. He turns toward me and looks surprised. To my surprise, he turns back and continues pounching the little ball that is Simon.
I tear Ghost away, he looks at me and with adrenalin flooding through my body, I punch him. It comes as a surprise to him as he falls down on the floor.
I don't do anything else to him. I just stare at him for 10 seconds. He's still on the ground, looking like he's in chock, staring terrified at me with wide eyes. I look at Simon, who still is curled up like a ball, but staring at me. He has one eye closed and I can see the beginning of a blackeye there. He's bleeding from both his nose and upper lip and is holding his arms around his stomach. I pick him up in my arms and look at Ghost again, still on the floor.
"Fuck. You." I say and then push through the circle of people, still holding Simon in my arm.

As I walk down the hall with Simon, teachers start running down the hall, toward the crowd of people. Too late, idiots. Lazy son of a bitches.
I look down and notice Simon resting his head against my chest, his eyes closed. Cute.
I walk into the room with a great basketball court, where we have all of our P.E. I lay him down on one of the benches and drag one of those fluffy mats to him. I pick him up and puts him there instead.
I get a bunch of wipes and start cleaning up the dried blood beneath Simon's nose. He doesn't say anything, he just stares. After wiping the blood away, I lie down next to him.
I'm about to say something as the schoolbell ring. Time for first class.

This has been a really fucked up day, and it've just started.

-Simon's POV-
He's my hero.