Never Known

Time passing

*second year*

Adam's English was still not the best, but it was almost fluent.

As for me, I seemed to be getting smarter.

That year was the year that my twin brother and a lot of his friends were leaving school to go a different one.

My main problem occurred at the beginning of the year.

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"Frank give me back my lunchbox or you'll be sorry!" I yelled pathetically at my bully.

"What're you gonna do about it loser?" He teased holding my lunch box even higher.

Frank, my friend, I didn't want it to have to come to this.

I jabbed his gut with my hand, and hooked my foot around the back of his legs, making him fall over. I placed my foot on the centre of his chest holding out my hand.

I was really rough back then.

Frank put my lunchbox in my hands and stood and scurried away.

I know that I seemed rough and whatnot, but I was actually terrified of Frank.

He was quite a bit taller than me, much more popular, a little less strong than me, and aggressive.

I wanted to cry. He just made me so scared.

I let my emotions take over my inside, remembering to stand tall on the outside. Unfortunately the emotions started to take over my outside too.

I ran to the garbage bins and sat down next to them. I buried my face in my hands and cried. I don't know how long I was there, but I eventually felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

I cried harder.

"Chloe, why the bins? They're so gross." asked Adam.

"coz no one will look here to find me." I replied. "Not that anyone would look anyways."

"What's wrong? You like beat up Frank, that was so fucking cool! Why are you crying? You should be proud of that." He said.

Knowing George he would've immediately taught Adam how to swear in English.

"Frank is a dick head! He won't leave me alone." I yelled. I got some weird looks from kids in younger grades but I ignored them.

"Come on Chloe. We can't spend our time crying when we can do awesome things like beat people up." He laughed. He stood and held out his hand. I took it and stood up.

He hugged me once more before the bell rang.

I loved how he was there for me.

But I thought I started to like him.

Like him like him.