"The car is barely meeting the speed limit Skye," my boyfriend David muttered from the passengers seat.
I kept my foot glued to the gas hoping we would make it to school on time.
The old car sputtered to a stop in the parking space farthest from the main entrance.
"See we made it," I grinned at the fact my small car had survived another day. David rolled his eyes and jumped out of the car.
We gathered our things and headed towards the school.
It was nearing the halfway point of senior year. I was more than happy to go out to college and everything ahead of me. Everything I had planned was great.
"Skye, maybe if you walked faster by actually lifting your feet higher and your car wasn't so god damn old we wouldn't be late-I can't afford to be late for school, colleges look at this stuff you know," David went on about how dumb I was for not upgrading my car and how I could walk faster.
He was the block. He was the reason I wanted to get out of here so bad. David was probably the worst guy I could have picked to be my boyfriend. I hated it.
We made it in on time and I managed to leave David in the crowd of people scrambling to class.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I settled into my seat in history. My teacher, Mr. Andrew, was writing the objectives of today's lesson on the board. I said quick hellos to my friends as they got to there seats around the room, and then it was just Marcel and me.
Marcel was at the same table arrangement as me. He never really talked much, I think he was afraid I would make fun of him.
A lot of the rest of the guys would push him around ever since he moved here last fall because of the way he dressed-vests, khakis, sweaters,-and the fact that he was kind of a nerd when it came to school. Although he was very smart.
Marcel was writing on loose paper in his binder. I decided to try and talk to him.
"Hi Marcel," I smiled at him as I spoke.
He looked up at me and then quickly adjusted himself so he was sitting up straight.
"H-hi Skye," he smiled a bit and adjusted his glasses.
"What are you writing?" I tried to make conversation with him. Which was hard for Marcel.
"I, uh, was just writing down the objectives," he nodded towards the board, "Y-your hair looks really pretty today," he blushed and cracked more of a smile, one of his dimples showing.
I smiled genuinely, I twirled my fingers through my brown wavy hair. "That's really sweet, thank you"
His cheeks tinted to a more darker pink as his blush grew deeper.
The rest of the class dragged on with note taking. Mr.Andrews let us out early about ten minutes before the bell. I started putting my folders in my bag and started to head out to my locker.
I was about halfway down the hall when I heard David's loud voice booming. I prayed he wouldn't see me. Until I heard who he was talking to.
"We're you talking to my girlfriend in class today?" He asked obviously to Marcel.
I turned a small crowd of David's douchebag friends started circling Marcel along with David.
My stomach began to hurt at the thought of David hurting Marcel. The hallway was empty since we had gotten out of class so early.
Then I heard Marcel. I started walking towards the other end of the hallway. I felt so far from them.
"W-well just as a friend," Marcel's voice shook.
My heart was pounding so hard and then I heard it.
The slam of Marcel being shoved at a locker. I started running to catch up and once I had pushed through a few of David's friends, I saw David's fist pound into Marcel's face.
"Stop!" I screamed. I grabbed David and tried to push him away from Marcel.
He ignored me.
David's friends started laughing a my attempts to get David to stop. David finally stood up. My anger spilled over and I shoved David away leaning down to try and help Marcel up.
"Babe, leave him there," David laughed.
David laughed and walked off with some of his friends and I sat there trying to get Marcel up. He finally stood. I caught his hand and took him out of the schools nearest doors to the parking lot.
Authors note: Im not sure if I should continue this if you like it please let me know!
