Well, today is when I go look for this Noah person. I have no idea what he is like, but I feel bad that he can't stand up for himself. So that's why I am going to help him. Not because I want to, but because then my inner voice will not let me live in peace.
I went to school and ran quickly into my classroom. I put my bag down and quickly ran around the school, asking people if they knew Noah. They all seemed to know who he is, but never knew where we was. I checked all the classrooms, the gym, field, locker room, and even the bathrooms. Nowhere to be found.
I guess poor Noah is just going to have to face the wrath of thumb tacks. I climbed up the stairs and went to the roof. There are a couple of benches and even a little storage room up there. I wanted to be alone, because I think I talked enough to people today. And the running around really killed my lungs.
I was about to open the door, when I heard a couple of voices. They sounded more like evil laughing and even a little whimpering. Someone was getting beat up on the roof. I couldn't just stand there to listen to the sounds of someone getting beat. Not when I could be helping. I bust open the door and yelled, "What the hell are you guys doing to him?"
I saw a blonde hair guy curled up into a ball on the floor, getting beat up by 3 other guys.
"Who the hell are you? You want some, too?!"
I'm not the greatest fighter, but I was pretty decent. As he charged towards me, I stood my ground and got ready for him. As soon as he went to punch me, I dodged his fist and jabbed him in his stomach. Then I hit his face with my knee. I threw him to the ground and got ready for the two other guys.
"Come here, you jerk!" they yelled.
I dodged a punch, but got hit in the stomach by the other guy. They hit my leg with such force that I fell to the floor. They kicked me in the stomach as I shielded my face with my arms. Suddenly, one guy was sent flying away from me and landed a couple of feet away. I looked up and saw the blonde guy. He had bruises on his face and his lip was bleeding. He reached his hand to me and picked me up. Without thinking, I took it and we stood back to back. A two on two fight. That's fair.
The moment one guy ran for us, we reacted. I threw a punch at him and when he dodged it, the blonde jumped and kicked his face with his heel. The other guy came for us and we quickly double punched his stomach and kicked him to the ground.
They were defeated and they were bruised and had scratches. They looked at us, like they were really shocked.
"Y-you guys are going to pay for this. Mark my words!" the leader of them yelled.
They ran off and me and the blonde just stood there.
"Thanks for helping me," he said.
"You're welcome," I replied.
I looked at him and he looked really familiar. He had blonde hair, a scar on his cheek, and had red eyes.
"My name is Noah. What's your name?" he asked.
Wait. This guy was the guy who nearly beat me up a few days ago! And his name is Noah! What is this odd coincidence? It's like a cliche story in a book or something. But, he doesn't seem like that much of a bad guy. He just looks tough, but he has a really nice personality.
"My name is Zenon," I said. "We met a couple of days ago, when we bumped into each other. You tried to beat me up."
"I did? I don't remember. All I remember is that I had a really bad headache these past few days. I think some girl threw a shoe at my head. I was blindfolded, so I really don't remember."
That's when Zoey made him walk into the girl's locker room!
"Well yeah. That's what happened," Noah said. "You seem like a really good guy. Hey, I heard you have a club?" The Loners Club or something like that?"
"Well, we just more like give people advice and stuff. Nothing more, nothing less," I said.
"Hmm.. That sounds like a fun club. You know what?"
"What?"
"I'm going to join it!"
