-Two weeks later-
Last week I was in school again. My recovery week helped me much,so I'm feeling much better. Connor and me didn't talk last week or ever since the day in the hospital. In school everyone is looking at me grossed out or with pity. But the same to Connor, so it's nothing. But since I came back to school last week, a boy from my math class, who is also the class clown, started to judge and laugh at me everyday. Everyday he comes to me and says something like 'your outfit is so ugly' or 'you're so fat'. I don't even care anymore, Connor and his friends stopped to laugh at me and that's the only important thing.
But today it was different. The class clown made me cry, cry in front of the whole school. I'm standing at my locker wiping my tears because of this stupid asshole, when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I wipe my nose. "Go away" i sob. "Who upset you?" I turn around realizing the voice belongs to Connor. I stare at him with tears still in my eyes. Why is he still talking to me after what I did? His friends stand behind him with clenched fists.
"It's nothing" I softly say "forget it" but Connor does the complete opposite and turns around. His eyes scan the hallway. When he sees the class clown, laughing with his own friends, he approaches him. Connor grabs his shirt from the back and throws him on the locker like a rag doll. "So you're the class clown?" Connor's says holding him against the lockers. "You're funny right?" The class clown is a bully himself, but completely changes when he is confronted by someone his own size. He begin to stutter "I..." "Go on" Connor spats. "You're fucking funny, right? Make me laugh" The boy stares at him with a pale face.
Connor smiles. "Exactly" He then points at me without breaking eye contact with him. "Make my girl cry again and see what I'll fucking do to you"
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