Take A Picture (CLOSED)

"You don't know my name?"

Chapter 2-

It was lunch time and I sat alone at a table to myself like always. I tooka sip from my water bottle, minding my own business.

I had my To Kill A Mocking Bird book with me and I started reading it. I was already finished with it but, I had nothing else to read at the moment so I decided to read it again. I nearly at the middle of the story.

One of the lines I am currently reading is, "You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view --- until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."

I like that quote.

I suddenly heard chants coming from the center of the cafeteria. I heard chants like, "Fight! Fight!" "Kick his ass!" and "We're gonna need a mop for his blood!"... Something like that. One strange yell I heard someone say was, "Smoke that bacon!"

I rolled my eyes and turned the thin page of my book.

"Logan!"

What? Where? Who the heck was calling me? And how did they know my name? My eyes were glued to my book, but I still made a face. The male, husky voice was all too familar. The crowd was none of my business, so I'm just going to ignore it. Sooner or later the voice will lose interest.

"Common Logan!"

Just keep low. Don't look up. He'll think you are permanently deaf.

"Wake the fuck up, Logan! Com'ere and take a picture of this!"

I ran my fingers through my hair. Shut up, shut up, shut up.

"LOGAN!"

I finally looked up from my book to see everyone staring at me. I stood up from my chair and walked toward the big audience. Closer and closer. I noticed that everyone was surrounding Beck. He had his arm around a skinny, sophmore boy's neck. The kid frantically tried to pry him off, but failed. Beck wasn't big. He was pretty average, but that didn't mean he wasn't strong as Hercules.

"Finally, Logan!" Beck smirked at me, "I was starting to think that you might've gone crazy."

I just pursed my lips, not responding back to him.

"You have your camera with you?"

"Nope," I said popping the P.

Beck clicked his tongue, "Tsk. Well that's a damn shame. I was hoping for you to take a picture of me posing with this little bastard right here. I think it would make a good front cover, dontcha think?" he corners of his mouth curved upwards in an eerie grin. The crowd snickered at him.

"Let him go, Beck." I said quietly and stared down at the floor.

He raised his hand to his ear, "What didya say?"

I raised my head and looked him right in the eye, "Let him go, Beck," I spoke louder.

Beck's smile faded away. It was replaced with a raised eyebrow and evil glare, "Excuse me?" He threw the sophmore kid on the floor and let him go. The boy scurried away holding his red neck. Beck started walking towards me slowly.

I choked out, "I said let him g---

I grabbed my cheek and covered my face with my arms for protecting, I had just taken a blow to the face by Beck. He punched me. Half of my face was turning red as a tomato. It throbbed and burned.

"Nobody tells me what to do. You here?"

My knees fell the floor. I could hear everyone start laughing at me. My stomach started throbbing. I was officially bruised fromt he inside out. I'm gonna bleed internally. Curse Beck and his Hulk-like hands. I removed my hands away from my face and wrapped my arms around stomach. That hit hurt a lot more.

"I hope you learned your---"

"Beck! Stop! What the heck are you doing?!"

I heard tapping feet scurry to the center of the audience.

"Babe, I was just-"

"How about you put more effort into school than you do into this shit!"

The crowd got silent and gradually receded.

I managed to sit up. I saw Georgia and Beck slowly walking away from me. I was all alone, sitting there, clutching onto my throbbing stomach. It hurt like a bitch. Sorry for my language.

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I walked into my next class which was social studies. I was a bit late, but not too late that the teacher busted me for detention. I slowly walked to the last empty seat... Georgia was sitting next to it. As I reached my desk, she smiled at me. I looked away.

I sat forward and tried to pay attention to this boring subject. Why is it important to learn our nation's history when there's so much going on today?

"Hey you," someone whispered to me.

I turned my head to my right. It was Georgia. She was smiling at me. That's strange. I looked to left and then behind me. Was she really talking to me?

She giggled, "I'm talking to you." Did she read my mind just now?

"Oh," was all I responded with. I'm idiot and now she must think I'm stupid.

"Are you okay?" she gave me a reassuring smile. I nodded.

"Are you sure? I can take you to the nurse if you want."

I pursed my lips, "I'm just dandy."

"So what's your name?"

My lips slightly parted. She doesn't know my name? But then again..... who does? "You don't know my name?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes playfully, "Of course I know your name, idiot. I just want to know if you know your name."

"Oh, my name is Logan."

She smiled bright showing my her pearly whites, "I saw what you did back there. I was impressed That took balls to stand up to Beck-"

"It was nothing-"

"It wasn't nothing. That other sophmore boy that Beck was beating up was one of my closest friends, Cameron. You kinda saved him, Logan..so thanks," she smiled.

"...You're welcome."

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Edit - 4/9/15 (Important author's note): I know there are some Spiderman scenes in this story so far lol It's just when I watched the movie, I just loved those scenes and I wanted to rewrite them. But don't worry I don't plan on writing any more scenes from it. Also, I am not making this story any way like the book The Perks of Being a Wallflower. The story line is completely different. The only thing that's the same is probably the personalities between Logan and Charlie. Thanks lovelies! xx