the girl with the piercings and the brother

dont talk about our father

at school the next morning, I was the happiest that I have ever been. I ran up behind Legacy and hugged her. "HI my beautiful best friend of mine! how are you on this lovely morning?" I asked

"Jesus why are you so happy???" she asked laughing

"well. I may or may not have a date with a certain quarterback tonight" I said smiling

"YOU MEAN BRAD MATTHEWS!? THAT QUARTERBACK!?"

"yes that quarterback. lets go see him! he should be by Diego's locker." I said, dragging her towards his hall.

when we neared his locker, there was this huge crowd around his locker. we looked at each other and started running towards the horde. I pushed my way through easily. I see the group of 20 guys standing across from me, looking at Diego, who was sitting against his locker with his head in his hands. his shoulders were twitching up and down. I ran over to his and kneeled down next to him.

"Diego what's wrong!?" I said, putting my hand on his shoulder

"don't listen to her. just walk away. I don't want to see you hurt. I will talk to you at home."

"what?"

"hello Desiree. I was just having a little chat with your brother about why your dad killed himself." a voice said behind me. of course, it wasn't just a voice.

"Maleya. don't talk about our father or you can take your little tramp ass and go straight to hell" I said

"alright. I wish I could call your dad. I could ask him to save me a seat."

I felt my fists clench at my sides and instantly I felt 2 warm hands holding me back. I turned around to see Brad holding one arm and his other hand was on the small of my back. my other arm was being held by Ashton. the other 18 guys were standing behind and next to me, with their arms crossed. they looked pretty scary, considering more than half of them were guys from the football team. she looked at me, kindov taken aback by the sudden rush of guys

"for your information Maleya, my father did not kill himself. that's probably what your father wants to do though." I said

she smirked. "shut up. you don't know shit. you're just a dumb, blonde, stupid, fugly, fat, emo, anorexic whore."

I felt my eyes tear up and the guys grips got tighter on my wrist. my brother got up immediately and stood by my side. the pain and rage in his eyes scared me to death.

"don't talk to her that way. if you do, you will have to answer to me" he said. there was so much venom in his voice that I was afraid he would punch her. I know he wouldn't do that though. before our dad died, we made a promise to him to always be non violent people. we have never gotten into a fight. if we got punched, then we would either have to walk away or take it because we don't want to break a promise that we had made. we never have and don't plan to.

I looked at him and he nodded. he looked at the guys and they nodded. they let me go and Diego grabbed my hand and we pushed through the crowd of people. we turned to walk outside to my truck in silence and to our surprise, the 20 guys were following us. we turned around and just looked at them.

"we wanted to make sure you wouldn't run back and skin her alive" a tall black football player said. I think his name was Damion.

"thanks." I said. I turned around and grabbed Diego's hand again and we walked out to my truck and got in. we just sat there for a full minute and I zoned out . I looked up to find Diego with his hands over his face and his breaths came out hitched. he looked up and grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. we were in the bed of the truck so it obviously wasn't that tight of a fit.