Choice

Chapter 7

The next day at school I could tell the accident gained a lot of attention. Even people who didn't know me- just a few people-could tell I was the driver because 1) I had a bruise on my eye and 2) I was the only person from the accident at school. I didn't know where Jordyn was and Trey and his friend Jay, I don't care about anymore.

Monica was the only person talking to me at first and nobody bothered me. Until the day Monica was sick and wasn't at school. That was the day everything changed.

Right before lunch I went to my locker to put my stuff away. A minute later a guy came to my side.

Then another one. And another. I knew who they were. The cocky senior jocks Carl, Danny, and Zach.

I slammed my locker shut. "What do you want?" I asked.

"Nothing," said Danny while Zach touched my hair.

"We heard you killed three people and got off easy," said Carl.

"And we want you to just pay the price," finished Danny.

They grabbed me and pulled me through the hallway making sure no one could really see me.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

No answer.

We finally arrived to the men's bathroom. Carl told every boy to get out and they locked the door. Carl is very threatening.

Danny pulled me to the ground. Carl put toilet tissue in my mouth so I couldn't scream. They made sure I couldn't move. I should have known this was going to happen.

"You should feel pain liked those people did," said Zach as he unbuckled his belt. "Now you'll pay."

Before anything could happen, a stall opened up. It was Alex.

"Get out now!" Zach snarled.

"Let her go," Alex said boldly.

"What are you going to do puny chump?" Danny mocked.

Alex smirked. "Well, let's see. I'm the closest to the door. And before you can do anything I'll go to the principal's office and tell everything. Even if you say this is you'll be removed from the basketball team and worst. Expelled.

"So drop her and leave so no one will get hurt."

"But she murdered people!" Zach yelled. "She needs to pay."

"I know what she did. But two wrongs don't make a right. Especially when your risking criminal charges yourself. Now leave."

The jocks dropped me and left the bathroom. I started to cry. Alex patted my shoulder.

"Everyone hates me! I know I was wrong to drive drunk but I'm sorry!" I sobbed.

"I know," he lulled me. He wrapped himself around me and soothed me while I cried. We didn't even make it to lunch.