Alexandria And Ezekiel

Chapter 3

"I....can't.....breath!", I coughed as I leaned on my friend Kenzie.
"Don't worry Alex. We're about to change back out.", Kenzie comforted me. We had just finished running and doing exercises. My lungs always started to hurt after running and everything would begin to look blurry. Luckily they didn't last too long. Our coach was FINALLY letting us go change. I only had to change my pants. I couldn't change my shirt since I can't take off my jacket. If I did, everyone would see my cuts.
"Hey slut", Elizabeth yelled at me. Elizabeth Young was 5'2", blonde with blue eyes, had a flat stomach, size A breasts, and a huge ass. Every guy liked her because of that ass. She also flirted with any guy she could get her hands on. But the worst thing about her was, she was the one who bullied me the most. Well, her and her gang bullied me the most. I pretended to not hear her. That, of course, didn't stop her. "How's your boyfriend doing? Oh wait, you don't have one. I forget yet another boyfriend finally realized what a stupid emo whore you are and finally got enough sense to leave you. After cheating on you with me of course.", she sneered. I gritted my teeth as I finished getting my stuff together. I knew if I said anything it'd make things even worse. I began to walk out of the locker room and up the stairs. Of course, she followed. "What's wrong? Too scared to answer?", she mocked. We had just gotten to the upper part of the gym when I finally said something.
"I'm not scared. I just don't feel like arguing with your shank ass.", I snapped as I turned to face her. Elizabeth immediately slapped me across the face.
"Who the hell do you think you are! You emo piece of trash! Don't you EVER speak to me that way again!", she screamed. After recovering, I pulled my fist back to hit her. Before I could hit her, her boyfriend, Trey Keiton, grabbed my wrist and squeezed. It felt like he was about to snap my wrist.
"I suggest you don't do that and leave.", he stated blandly. After he finally let me go, I turned and started quickly walking to my third hour. I made it just barely before the bell rang. I walked it, dropped my things next to my table, and sat down. I didn't say a word to anyone. The tables in this class had two people per table. I sat on the far left in the middle row. Next to Zeke. I stared at the table while holding my wrist. I hoped Zeke wouldn't notice the red marks on my cheek and wrist.
"Hey Alex", Zeke smiled. I didn't look up at him. I couldn't. Tears were slowly filling my eyes. I slightly moved my hand off my wrist and glanced down. There were purple finger prints on my wrist. "Uh Alex? Are you okay? Is there something wrong with your wrist?", Zeke asked as he leaned closer to look at my wrist. I quickly covered my wrist again.
"I'm fine", I stated emotionlessly without looking up. I close my eyes and let out a small sigh. I felt Zeke move closer to me as I squeezed my eyes tighter shut. Please don't come any closer. I don't want you to see me like this. I don't want you to see me while I'm weak.
"Alex. Please. Talk to me.", he begged as he lightly started pulling my hand away from my wrist. I finally gave in and let go. He gently picked up my wrist to get a better look. I heard him gasp at the purple marks. "Who did this to you? Alex I need you to tell me right now who did this and why they did it.", he growled angrily as he gently started lifting my face so he could look me in the eye. "Please open your eyes and look at me.", he whispered. My eyes slowly opened and tears began to flow down my cheeks. He stared at me with a shocked expression on his face. In all the months he's known me, I've never let him see me cry. "What happened to your cheek? Are you okay?", he asked worriedly. I pulled my face away and looked down.
"Please just let it go. I don't wanna talk about it. It doesn't matter anyway. I already told you I'm fine.", I murmured. I turned so I could face the front of the room. Yet I could still feel his stare burning into the side of my head. Before he could say another word, our American History teacher began teaching his lesson. I knew Zeke was gonna stare at me for the rest of the hour so I tried my best to ignore it. After class, I quickly walked out and hoped Zeke wouldn't notice that I left. I felt him gently grab my shoulder.
"Please come to my advisory Alex. I wanna talk to you.", he pleaded.
"Okay", I whispered. We walked in silence all the way to his advisory. Luckily, his advisory teacher liked me and allowed me to stay. I sat in the back of the room with Zeke. Nobody else even tried to sit with us. Zeke softly held my hands and leaned down so he could look me in the eye. I stared up at him into his blue eyes. I was slowly getting lost in them, until Zeke snapped me out of it.
"Alex I need you to tell me exactly what happened. And we both know exactly what I'm talking about.", he stated. I sighed loudly.
"Fine. I'll tell you. I was walking out of gym and Elizabeth wouldn't stop harassing me. I talked back to her and she slapped me. I was gonna punch her but Trey grabbed my wrist before I could. He squeezed it so hard that it left bruises. I left after that. Happy now?", I mumbled. I pulled my hands away and stared at them. I couldn't help it. I didn't know what else to do. Zeke just sat there silently while my anxiety filled thoughts slowly began to consume me......