Frank's P.O.V
After my encounter with the mysterious hazel-eyed stranger I couldn't stop thinking about him. Who was he? I didn't know and I didn't want to find out. Well, maybe. He is kind of attractive...but he's also weird and I really hope I don't see him.
When I get to school I notice that there are no new kids this year. Great. I'm going to be lonely again. I glance around the cafeteria and look for the jocks. I need to get to class without them seeing me. Especially, Justin. (Hehe, Justin Bieber is the bully...) He bullies me every year. Him and his group of idiots.
I decide to take the chance and walk straight down the hallway. I'm almost to my classroom when I hear footsteps behind me. I turn and I see Justin and his crew staring at me with their cold dead eyes.
"Where are you going, dork?" He sneers.
"C-class." I stutter. God I sound stupid.
He just gives me a smile and grabs my arm. "You're not going anywhere." He says while his friends drop their stuff and walk towards me.
"P-please. Just let me go to class." I plead. My arm is hurting really bad now.
"Sorry. I can't do that. I've been looking for someone to stop all week. I finally found the one." He growls.
I try to wiggle my arm out of his grip but he only squeezes harder.
"AHH!!" I yelp in pain.
"LET ME GO!!!!" I'm now screaming. He raises his fist and just as I thought it was going to hit me, everything stopped. There was no impact, no yelling, and no noise at all. I open my eyes to find the guys laying on the ground and someone standing next to their still bodies.
"W-what h-happened?" I say trying not to cry. I wanted to say something else but then the stranger turned around.
At first all I could think about was the blood dripping off of his mouth. I look into his eyes. I finally recognize the stranger that saved me.
It was him.
