An Angel's Tears

Adult Supervision Required

When the bell rang, Reese and I headed out of the room following the other students.

"Where to next, missy?" He said jokingly, I looked up to face him and I was relieved to see that there was no trace of doubt left in his expression.

"Um, Science with, Mr. Jacobs." I said glancing at my schedule.

"You'll never guess." He said faking a surprised face.

"What? You have Science too?" I said laughing at his face. Once again, the action felt weird, it stirred up something inside me, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"What are you some kind of mind reader?" he said, still joking around.

"No, you're just too obvious."

He said nothing; he just looked at me with big blue puppy eyes.

"Calm your chizz dude." I said smiling, gently shoving his chest.

"Consider my chizz calmed." He said, and we both cracked up.

We were still laughing as we entered Science, and all of the students were staring at us as we entered. We quickly sobered up and went to our seats at the back of the room, at lab table together.

The teacher was, in fact, Mr. Jacobs, and once he introduced himself he just gave up and let us talk with everyone quietly. So naturally, Reese turned straight to me and we started talking.

But after a few minutes I started noticing things about my other classmates. A girl who was in all of my other classes was laughing with her other preppy friends. Now, normally I wouldn't give a fuck what they were doing because they're just preppy bitches to me, but they were looking at Reese and me. They were laughing and they kept looking at him. Mr. Jacobs left the class telling us he had to run a quick errand and told us to behave in his absence.

My earlier suspicions were confirmed once the girl got up from her group of friends and headed towards us. Only, she was staring at Reese, and she had a disgustingly cheery smile on her lips.

"Hi, I'm Jesse," she said in a sing song voice. "What's your name?" I noticed she was only speaking to Reese, totally ignoring me.

He only looked at her and her voice was caught in her throat. He opened his mouth to speak. "No thanks, I'd rather be left alone," he said. When she started to leave he added-loud enough for her friends, who were watching intently from their tables-to hear "And tell everyone else to leave me alone too."

I looked at Reese, who was already looking at me, but he said nothing. "Then why are you with that bitch?" a jock asked, probably friends with Jesse.

Just as I was about to let it slide because I was used to it (and also because this guy has a history of beating the shit out of me for no reason), Reese quickly spoke up. "She is not a bitch," he growled.

"Oh, yeah? Says who?" The jock questioned.

"Says me, Dickhead."

"I bet under all of this talk all you are is a pussy."

Reese got up and was in the jock's face within seconds. They stood face to face and it was kind of funny to notice that he was quite a few inches taller than the jock. "I would suggest you kindly fuck off before I beat the shit out of you." Reese hissed. Everyone was silently watching the events unfolding before them.

The jock went to take a swing at him, but I watched as Reese caught his arm.

"What the Hell?" the jock muttered. He was cut off by Reese pulling him into a choke hold.

"Don't you ever call her a bitch. You got that?" Reese's anger was evident, leaking venom in his words.

"Yeah...." To my surprise the jock sounded kind of...scared.

"Apologize."

"...What?"

"I said: apologize... to her."

The jock looked at me and hesitated. "I'm sorry for calling you a bitch...." He said, but I knew he didn't really mean it. I just nodded.

"And next time you call her names, I swear to God I'll put you in your grave. Do I make myself clear?"

"...Yes..."

"Good," Reese said releasing the jock. He walked back to me and sat down. "You okay?" he murmured.

"Yes I'm fine," I answered. Just then, Mr. Jacobs entered the room after completing his errand. I heard people asking Clayton, the jock, as I found out, if he was alright (it's weird how I only just learned his name now after he's been terrorizing me for so long). "You know you didn't have to do that...." I whispered, in truth I had no idea why he did what he did. What was so great about me?

"Of course I did. Why do you look so confused?"

"Because I am." I stated.

"About what?"

"Why?" I looked at him.

"What exactly are you questioning?"

"Why did you turn down that Jesse girl? Why did you get so upset over the name calling thing? And what made you decide that I was worth defending?" I asked, voicing all of the burning questions.

"I don't think it's fair to be made fun of, and I got so upset because you, of all people shouldn't be made fun of. And I turned her down because she isn't like you." He said matter-of-factly. I still didn't know what he was talking about exactly, but yet it still made some sort of sense, I guess.