Misunderstood

Ignorance at it's finest

[Melissa's POV]

I couldn't believe him! The nerve he has. Hmh. I became his friend when no one else would even with his disorder because even with it I knew there was some good in him.

I guess I was wrong.

"Okay," I was shaken out of my thoughts by someone talking to me.

"What?"

"I said are you alright? You look upset with that scowl on your face." One of the jocks, Roman said helping himself to a seat next to me. Fantastic.

"Yeah, no, I'm fine," I said returning back to my notebook.

"Is it Ambrose again? Because honestly, I don't see what you see in that-"

"Watch it, Reigns," I said sternly turning to him.

"Down kitty." He said chuckling.

"For god sakes would you please stop calling me that? I'm not one of your little jock friends and I'm certainly not. Your. Kitty."

Then we heard chuckling and turned to see it was the rest of the jocks laughing since no one ever had the guts to talk back to them, especially the leader of the group.

He turned to look at them with the "cut it out before I give you a black eye" look. They stopped laughing and started looking around to avoid Roman.

"You're such a good kid, I don't see what you see in Ambrose. He's a lunatic, crazy, belongs in a damn asylum."

"You're just saying that because you don't know him. You judge him just because he's different and I've never seen more ignorance from one person in my life."

"Excuse me?" Roman said confused as if he didn't understand what I was trying to say.

"Ever heard that saying "Don't judge a book by its cover?" Well, you just ignore that altogether. You see someone who doesn't have what you have, let's say money and popularity in this case and make them feel less than what they are for your satisfaction just because you can and if you ask me it's a disgrace. So if you don't mind leave."

At this point, everyone was looking at us with wide eyes including Roman. Nobody has ever had the guts to stand up to the jocks and the last time someone did they weren't seen for a week due to injury.

But frankly, I don't care. They have no right to degrade a human being by the way they look and someone needed to tell them even if no one else would.

"She asked you to leave." We both turned around to see Dean standing behind Roman obviously pissed off.

"Is that so?" Roman challenged getting up and in Dean's face. The bell rang signaling that homeroom was over.

I got up and walked to the door as everyone exited. I stood in front of the doorway as I held my books in my hand. "Roman," I said and he turned away from Dean to look at me.

"Yes, Kitten?" He said with a smirk making Dean growl.

I chuckled, "Yeah, mhm, just to give you a heads up, hurt him and I'll kick your ass."

Roman looked at me, his eyes widening as I said that then they turned into a smirk. He opened his mouth to say something but I interrupted him.

"I wouldn't call me on my bluff if I were you. Lay a hand on him and I will beat you down to the ground, understood?" I asked batting my lashes.

"I-um-well..." He stuttered.

"Good," I said proudly before leaving the classroom with a smirk on my face.