A Strangers Touch

Chapter 2- School {Edited}

Marie POV;
 I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock yelling the word alarm to me. I don't know how Mitchell programmed it to do that, but I will have my revenge.
I rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Without looking where I stepped I lost my balance on a wet tile. What a great way to start a rainy Thursday morning! 

I took a quick shower and changes into a pair of light grey leggings and coral sweatshirt with my last name on the back of it. I put a pair of white vans on my petite feet and rushed downstairs. I found Mitchell passed out on the couch. I don't know what's gotten into him lately, he's started drinking more than usual. Not enough for me to see him drunk but enough to be passed out in the morning and late to his job.

I picked up the empty beer cans from the counter and threw them into the recycling bin. As my bagel was toasting I packed my backpack with the homework I had finished last night. The toaster dinged and I put butter and cheddar cheese on my bagel. I held the bagel in between my teeth as I retrieved my raincoat out of the closet. Once the bagel was gone and the coat was on I started on my walk to school.

Technically I'm old enough to have my drivers permit but every time I've asked Mitchell he says he's not ready to have the responsibility of me driving yet. I don't completely understand the answer but I know better than the argue with him. The first bell rang signally that my first period was starting.

Mitchell's POV;
I woke up with the feeling that I had been hit with a truck. Quickly I realized it was an extreme hangover. I got up and walked to the kitchen to get and Advil, and noticed all of my beer cans in the garbage bin. 

Dang it. Marie knew I had been drinking. You hear to many stories now a days of older brothers, fathers, and other family members harming their families under the influence of alcohol. I did not want to turn into one of those cases. But who knows, maybe I'm too far gone.......

Marie's POV;
I got up from where I was sitting in the cafeteria, and threw away my trash. Hastily I swung my backpack over my shoulder, when I saw a group of particularly rough looking kids walking towards the table I had been sitting at. I haven't gotten bullied, but I'm not going to purposely provoke them. 

As I left the cafeteria, I heard a blood curdling scream come from some lockers down the hall. I turn my head and see a girl being punched by a rough looking kid. I ran up to the fight. I'm not afraid to stand up to bully's. I'm a pretty sturdy kid, and I guess that's why I haven't been messed with. When I ran up to the scene I stepped between the raging boy and helpless girl. I finally got a good look at the bully. He has dark brown messy hair and hazel eyes that you could get lost in.

"Hey, that's enough! Move on and leave the poor girl alone." I spit in his face

"And if I don't?" He asked with a cockiness to his voice.

"What your doing is wrong, and I'm not afraid to call you out on it."

I crossed my arms across my chest.

"Well I don't care what you think, so let me back at her."

"No." I stood my ground with confidence.

At this point a small crowd had gathered and were watching intently, trying to predict my next move. The girl clamored to her feet and fled off down the hallway. The boy tried to go after her but I stuck my arm out.

"I don't think so. What your name?"

"It's Calum, and move."

"Not sure of you heard me the first time but I don't think so. Why are you bullying her?"

His anger snapped, "Listen it doesn't concern you." With that he propelled his fist into my face. I felt a snap in my nose and a pain in my head. I crumpled to the ground. The last thing I remember was someone's strong arms lifting me off the floor.