The Bet *on hold*

Chap 7

Warning:
There will be some bullying and offensive words.
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Hayley POV:

After taking a shower and changing back into my clothes, I walk out the empty room. I look around, searching a friendly looking person to tell me where the cafeteria is. But, something catches my eye. I look to my left and see a crowd gathered looking rather excited.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

I quickly run over, wanting to see what the hell is going on. I push through the crowd and arrived at the front. The sight made my blood boil.
A boy, about what I assume is my age, is on the floor curled up as if in pain. Above him is a tall blonde looming over the poor boy. His back was facing me, so I can't see his face. His shoulders shake as he laugh at the boy on the floor. The boy slowly uncurls himself, as he puts a hand on the lockers for support.

"Aww, Think you can still stand little faggot?" The blonde boy says.

The boy whimpers as he continues to try to stand. The guy lets out a scoff as he continues to look down at the boy with a smirk.
The boy continues to try to stand. And at some point, he's on one knee. He tries to get his other knee to stand, but they buckle quickly under him, and he falls back on one knee. The blonde roars a laugh and the rest of the crowd follows suite. I look at the boy with sympathy though he can't see me with his head down. His shiny black hair was hiding his face. After a while, the bullied boy was finally standing. But his shoulder was leaning against the baby blue lockers for support, and his back was hunched as if in pain.
The blond guy advances towards him while cracking his knuckles.

"Good. You're standing. Now we can have some real fun, little faggot!" He says wickedly.

The crow cheered at his words, but I was the complete opposite. I was seeing red. Bloody red. I was angry. Very angry. And that's never good.
The blonde tried to swing to swing his right fist, but I quickly interfered. I ran in front of the boy and stopped the punch with my hand.
The crowd lets out a gasp. My head was down so I couldn't see their faces. But soon enough, I slowly lifted my head, glaring into the blue eyes of the bully.

"Listen here. I don't know what the hell your problem is, but touch him again and I will personally tear you apart with my own hands." I tell him. Well, practically growl in his face.

He silently swallows at my threat before his eyes turn icy cold blue.

"You think I'm afraid of hitting a girl?" He says with a confident smirk

I roll my eyes at him and his cockiness. I slowly started to close my fist around his, crushing it.

"Well, I'm not afraid of hurting you. Now, as I was saying, leave him alone. Or you will deeply regret it. My threats are not empty." I tell him, still crushing his hand.

We continue glaring at each other. That's when I got a close look to his face. I know him!
He was that blonde dude that was with James and Max on that black car this morning. I think his name is Julian. His hair is curlier than this morning, probably from the shower he took after P.E, since he smells so awfully good. His icy blue eyes are glaring at me and his defined jaw looks extremely hard from him clutching his teeth together. He had pink plump lips that are curled up in a nasty snarl.
We continue our staring competition, glaring and growling at each other. He suddenly looses eye contact with me when he clenches his eyes together and let's out a hiss in pain from me crushing his hand. But he quickly regains himself when he opens his eyes and growls at me, showing me that he won't back down. I simply shrug my shoulders and continued to put pressure on his fist, until I heard that satisfying sound of bones breaking.
Julian yelps our as he tears his hand away from me. He brings his fist close to his chest. Than, he slowly brings his hand towards his face and tries to uncurl his hand, but stops himself when a sharp crack echoes from it. He hisses at the pain while glaring at me. I give him an innocent smile and turn towards the boy leaning against the lockers. Julian lets out a huff as he turns and stalks away.
I slowly reach out for the boy, trying not to frighten him. But as soon as my hand came into contact with him he flinches away, cowering against the lockers.