One step before me

-{Chapter 15: The same as always}-

She was not scared, she was just a tiny bit taken back, but the look on her face quickly faded. That was when my common sense kicked in. I should end this quick.
"Look. Just stop bothering me. That's the only thing I am asking for" I told her, making the grip I had on her weaker. She gave me a grin and took a strong grip on my collar.
"Didn't your mom teach you how not to be a coward. " She told me with greeted teeth. Her mentioning my beloved mother made me sick. She does not really know me, nor my mom, yet she is speaking as if I am her friend and had made her upset. Where in the chocolate cake shop did that come from? From the corner of my eye, I could see her girl group ganging on me. Correction, surrounding me, probably trying to make me scared or pull one of those stupid stunts once again. Why is she so freaking cumbersome!?

"Is this how your parents raised you?" She said laughing mockingly. I would officially like to kick her head.
"Don't involve my parents into this. They have nothing to do with this," I told her, giving her a hard push while ripping her hand off of my collar.
"I didn't know that people who could be this shameless existed. Not only did you treat me like garbage for no reason, but you freaking try to come up with an excuse to be able to do so" I told her giving her a disgusted grimace. She snorted in disbelieve. I was about to say more, but then a hand took a grip of my arm.
"You need to stop Wren. You will just end up getting hurt." Timathy told me while slowly pulling me away.

"Trying to run away? Ha! what a coward you are. You come to pick a fight and then you run away. How pathetic" She started to shout loudly. Somehow those words really pissed me off. I couldn't tell if it was because of the fact that it was true or the fact that she wouldn't back off and leave me alone. As I brushed Timathy's grip on me off, my eyes were staring at her, my feet slowly moving closer and closer towards her, until I stood right in front of her nose. By the way, she narrowed her eyebrows, I could tell that she understood. Understood that I wasn't scared.
"I am so sick of it... why did your mother not teach you any manners? Only ***** like your mom can give birth to ***** like you" She uttered. In that same second my hand moved on its own. A loud noise filled the entire hall. It all went from reality to a bad dream. I slowly just realized what just had happened. I had slapped her, hard. It was silent. Nobody shed a word. I guess I am not the same weakling who couldn't stand up for herself. Vanessa dramatically took steps back, falling behind and landing on some of her friends.

"Did you get that?" Tiffany asked one of the other girls, her gray-blue eyes glaring at me. When I looked at the person she was talking to, I realized that she had her phone up while the camera was pointed at me.
"All of it." She said with a grin.

"This will make her expelled for sure," Tiffany said before flipping her red hair. I felt uncomfortable about the whole situation. I just slapped a girl out of anger. What would my mother say to this? would she be disappointed? The whole thing was cut on tape and now I will get in trouble. It was like the 'me' from before was coming back. I weakling that I try so hard not to be. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I was not sure if I could hold them back anymore. I must get out of here. I rushed my way out of the crowd, my vision getting a bit blurry. When I finally got out of the building I felt like running home.
"Hey!" A voice called from behind me. 
"Hey, Wren! wait!" Timathy's voice was heard once again. In ignorance, I walked faster.
"What was all that for?" He asked me loudly, obviously not kindly, probably annoyed. I blinked the tears away and looked up at the sky.

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Timathy's POV
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I quickly took a tight grip on her wrist, turning her around so that my view wouldn't be her back anymore.
"At least look at me when I speak to you," I told her. She was looking at the ground. A few seconds after a tear fell down from her cheek. She looked so small and fragile, like a small animal that had been exposed to mortal danger. My frustration disappeared for some reason, the only thought I could spare was what to do next to make it stop. What just happened?

"Look. You shouldn't have done that, you just overreacted and caused a scene..." I told her, trying to calm her down. She remained silent. This atmosphere just made me realize how bad I am at comforting others. What do you know when you have no experience nor anyone to tell you how to behave at these situations what so ever?
I slowly let go of her wrist.
"Out of everyone in this school, I thought you would have understood me. Someone who would know how it felt like to be bullied. Someone who would stand for justice and someone who would know the value of standing up for yourself...." She finally spoke up to me, her gaze nowhere else but at the ground.
"Oh, I didn't know that you were capable of a few wise words," Said I with a small smile.
"But I guess I was wrong. You're not cool at all." She said, staring at me while saying so before turning her back to me. Pardon?

I looked at her as she was walking out of the schoolyard. Nah, forget it. It doesn't matter anyway. I quickly brushed the thoughts away and made my way to the school once again. I still have to make that unnecessary task our teacher gave me. Somehow the teachers like to use me, just like the students. I wonder why that is. I took the so-called heavy box the teacher could not lift himself and made my way towards the principle's office. It all went smoothly, except for the fact that I always have to do some unnecessary extra work compared to my classmates.
"Think fast!" A voice was heard and unconsciously I caught the object thrown towards me. What is this?
"I think that's your's." The janitor told me. A frowned at that remark. "poor girl" he mumbled before walking further and further away. I was confused but then understood what he was talking about. A piece of paper was showing in the bag with a piece of text, written so ugly that I almost threw the small bag in the trashcan. I could only read my name, the rest was unreadable. There is only one person in this entire school who have such ugly handwriting. Wren.

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Omg... I am so sorry T^T I finally update after 10 years huehue (it feels like it)

I have been so busy and I basically feel like I haven't had a chance to sit back and relax BUT now that I kinda can sit and chill I am ready to write once again (hopefully)

Cola outttt <3