All Just Words

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"Just lay off Katherine, He's done nothing to you" She spoke defending me once again, although this time was different, she was almost eye level with Katherine and was only a matter of centimetres away from her face. You could see the tension building up and filling the room. You could feel the stares of the other students fall upon them. Charlie's stance went from slightly relaxed, to ready for a full on combat within a matter of seconds. Her hands were clenched tightly by her sides and were shaking in anger.

"Really, you sure about that? I can't believe you would stoop that low to his level, after all we've been through, after all I have done for you, please. He's pathetic. Just look at him sitting there, can't even defend himself. I can't even look at him" Katherine sneered, whilst glaring at me. Her poisonous green eyes staring me up and down.

"Then don't! No ones fucking asking you to. Yes I may have gone down to his level and so what. How is that having an impact of your shitty life anyway. After all you've done for ME, please! You've done nothing for me, you just sit there and let things happen, not to mention letting your pathetic so called boyfriend do all the dirty work for you. You don't listen to anyone else around you, you just focus on yourself and everyone else is just expected to fall at your fucking feet" I snatched my head around in pure astonishment. She never swears, she always uses some sort of gibberish or something, she only swears unless it's something she truly cares about. Wait does that mean?... I zoned out for a bit but when I returned, Taylor had Charlotte pinned up against the display board at the back of the classroom whilst Katherine just stood there watching the chaos unfold twirling her fiery red hair with her signature smirk plastered across her face, the tables and chairs around them have been either thrown or pushed to the floor and overturned or are being sat on as everyone began to crowd around them blocking my view.

Charlotte. What have you got yourself into? This is all my fault.

"Hey Evans!" Taylor grimaced. He's the only one who calls me by my surname. I despise it. I ignore him with the intention of not wanting to start a fight. "I'm talking to you. Why don't you come over here and fight for yourself for a change? huh?"

"I'm fine. Thank you" I said plainly, looking straight ahead at the front of the class. I swallowed before debating whether or not to speak up. "Can you please leave her alone? Aren't you satisfied with what you've done already?" I said. But it can out a lot pathetic than I planned. Even if I did speak louder the ruckus of the rest of the classes reactions would have blocked out my voice anyway. So either way a lose, lose situation. I wish I could do something, but instead I just sat there subconsciously putting my hands in my pockets. Great another sign of weakness.

"Aw too scared are we?" He said teasing me in a childish tone.

"NO!" My voice cracked. It wasn't long before the class began to laugh at me and chanting stupid names at me. Charlotte was the only one who ignored them, I just know that this was making her more furious. We caught eyes for a second, whilst she tried with all her might to pry his hands off her blazer and shirt.

"I know about what happened to you!" He laughed. I got up from my seat and walked towards the crowd of people and forcing my way to the front, to the dislike of many. "You know about your little situation" he taunted, pushing me further.

"Excuse me?" I questioned. "How do you know about that?" I asked again, locking eye contact with him.

"Who do you think told me?" His eyes moved away from mine and towards the one person who I trusted. I shook my head in disbelievement and bit down on my lip firmly to try and hold back everything. Was he just saying this to cause more trouble, or did he mean it? But why? I trusted her, why would she breech that? I knew it. I knew that she was still like them, how do I know that this all isn't an act?