Grace Amstrong

Part 7

Zac just started laughing when I walked past him. Taylor did nothing. He hated Zac as well. I could see it in his eyes.

"That ass tho.." Zac said looking after me. I turned and showed him my middle finger.

"This is for you, jerk!" I looked at him with a smirk on my face. If the teacher hadn't invited them to join the lesson then he probably would had hit me. Zac was the schools biggest bully. He would beat the little kids just to get lunch money or some food. His only intention survives in this nuthouse. In other words school. Zac had a good life at least it seemed to everybody else. His dad was major of Sun Valley. Mom was a teacher. And few months ago a little girl was born. Her name was Zara. Beautiful name, right.

"Zac Friar, into the class and now!!" Lawson shouted. Zac just stared at me. I sat down. At the last second Peter stormed into class as well. The one chair between us was a mode kill. I remember how he sat there, next to me. Me trying to understand what he is teaching me. His light brown eyes staring at mine dark brown. The tension growing every second. Then the butterflies in my stomach. I shaked my head hard. Stop the dreaming. Hope is for suckers. And I am not a sucker.

Peter didn't look at me when he sat down. One chair between us.

"Okay, lets start with the lesson..." Lawson said. I felt pain in my chest. Did I do the right thing? Why I am even questioning myself? He pushed me. He was the bully.

Suddenly Lawson was called from the principles office.

"I will be back. Please finish the exercises." He told us. I started with them. But Zac run front of the class screaming.

"Okay listen up bitches! I am the new Beyonce here now when Jennifer is gone. So listen to me. Understand?"Everybody were cheering him on. His eyes stop when he saw me. He jumped off the tabel. Slowly walking towards me. I looked et my textbook. Slamming his hands on my desk. I was scared.

"What did you say to me before the lesson?" He asked my. He was full of revenge. Zac wanted to hurt me bad. I could just feel it. Peter know it as well. Was he going to stop him or what? Did he care?

"Zac, stop." Taylor stepped between. I was surprised because me and Taylor never got a long.

"Taylor stop the fuck up!" Zac stared at me. Finally I looked him in the eyes. Peter was watching us. But I didn't care this time. This was all about me and Zac.

"I called you a jerk, jerk." I paused before calling him again. He grapped my throat. Making me slam my chair at the floor. Zac was on top of me. Pushing me again the floor harder and harder. I couldn't breathe. This reminded me some sick action movie. This was his move.

Peter pushed Zac off. I couldn't hear anything. I was still trying to catch my breath. Taylor helped me up. Then I saw Zaclying on the ground. Suddenly Peter was there, looking at me with his light brown eyes.

"Why do I live?" I asked him. My headaches were getting worse.

"What are you talking out?" Peter was confused. He helped me get up. I didn't feel good. I couldn't control my legs, arms, body.

"I don't feel so good..." I touched Peters hands. Holding them tight.

The anxiety was growing every second. I couldn't feel my body. Like I was a ghost watching above of it all. I didn't understand what was going on. And it was freaking me out. Where the fuck am I?

A warm touch slowly on my hand moving towards my shoulder.

"GRACE?!" I could only hear. I opened my eyes. Lawson and Peter were right front of me. Peter grabbed my hand and holding it tight. Pushing myself of the floor. Everybody were staring at me.

"Are you okay, Amstrong?" Lawson asked me a simple question. But I didn't care. I looked at Zac, who was standing across the room.

"Amstrong?"-"Yeah, yeah." I finally answered. Peter saw that I was looking at Zac.

"I will take Grace home if it's okay?" Peter said. I was way far from okay. He was going to see my house, my family, my shitty life.

"Yeah, that's a great idea, Poskley." Lawson agreed. Fuck.

Peter helped me get in his car. He opened my door like a gentleman. But I didn't care.

"Where do you live?" He asked me. Breaking th silence between us.

"You turn left here and then right a big red house." I lied. I wouldn't let him drive to my house.

"I am sorry..." Peter grabbing the steering tighter. The veins on his hands getting bigger and bigger.

"I don't care." Looking out the window watching how the fast we drive past the trees, the houses. Nothing means anything. Finally we stopped. I didn't need to say anything to him. He was a waste of time of mine. Maybe he needed to get the schools perfect boy award but he was just another bully like Zac. I tried to open the door but it was locked.

"The door isn't opening." I finally looked at Peter. His light brown eyes what were always shining were full of sadness.

"I'm sorry, Grace. I'm not like them. I'm different. Why do you think that I am like them if I hate them??" His dark morning voice slowly rising.

"Ou you tell me. Because everything I thought of you is gone. The cute, smart, caring.. perfect boy. Peter Poskley. But it's gone. You should really try acting. Now open the damn door!!" I shouted. I was mad. Did he really think that I will let this just go? Did he think that I would just forgive him for that shit? He knew that I was bullied and I hated it. He couldn't see when I practically ran out of the class because I was crying and I was so done with my life. HE DIDN'T GIVE A DAMN. NOBODY EVER HAS.

"I don't want you to call me a perfect boy. Or the Peter Poskley. I want you to call me...."

"What?!" I didn't let him finish the sentence.

"Your friend." He smiled, "I want to help you, Grace." I almost started to trust him.

"Why teach the pig to fly if it's to fat to jump..." It wasn't a question. It was mine way to say fuck off. I stretch my hand out to his side. Trying to open my door. Our eyes connecting. I looked at his lips. I could only imagine how soft they could be. Tasting them would be even better than freedom. Because kissing him would be the freedom. Freedom of love.

Wait what, Grace?