Can I Be Your Superman

Cat Fights and One Angry Ian

Ian’s POV

It has been over a month or two since the first time I have seen Emily cry and I got to say I prefer it the way it is right now. Emily and me walking to class, together.

“So when I was riding around I came across this little ice cream parlor.” I looked down at her as I talk to her. She looks up at me with a little smile on her face letting me know she was paying attention. “And I was wondering if you wanted me to take you someday because you know you really love ice cream. They have your favorite.” I continue to urge her. “Oh and I guess since you’re a girl you would care if it’s cute and it is I swear.” I crinkle my nose and continue rambling about how nice the place is. I hear Emily giggle so I clamp my mouth shut. Her giggle was so light and airy like little bells. I looked down at her glaring then I start walking faster ad taking longer strides to get away from her.

I hear her rushed footsteps as she continues to giggle and calling out apologizes at me while chasing after me. All of a sudden I don’t hear her anymore so I stop and check to see if she was still following me. If she wasn’t I’d go back to get her. Looking over my shoulder I see her frozen to spot with a scared look on her face. What the hell is she looking at? I shake my head and call out to her.

“Hey Nerd hurry up! We are going to be late to class.” Her head snaps in my direction and she gives me a shaky smile before rushing to my side. When she gets there she puts herself almost at arms’ length away from me. That just pisses me off, what is she doing. So I take a step towards her only to have her take a step away from me. I let out a little growl and lock my jaw in anger. Why is she avoiding me all of a sudden? I look back over my shoulder to where she had been staring at earlier to only see a row of lockers. I shrug my shoulders and continue walking to class with her.

Just before we walking into class Emily stops and turns towards me.

"Umm I'll be right back I need to use the restroom." she says in a rushed fashion before scampering off. I watch after her until I can't see her anymore. I sigh heavyly and drop myself into my seat. I really don't know what's wrong with her but I plan on finding out soon. I'm determined of it.

Emily’s POV

I know I should probably tell someone about what those girls are doing but I just can't bring myself to. I look up into the mirror and I see my flushed face. In the unfocused I see a menacing face behind me off to my left. I spin around and back up against the sink as the flaming haired girl comes closer.

"What is it going to take to get it through your pea sized brain" she snatches up some of my hair on both sides of my head jerking forwards and backwards. I squeeze my eyes closed in pain trying not to give her a reaction. "Stay away from Ian you stupid whore!" she screeches out like a banshee. When the shaking stops I feel a harsh backhand to my right cheek. The girl's ring cuts into my face causing blood to slowly trickle down my face. I let out a shriek of pain and automatically shove the girl back making her fall to the floor and then I make a break for the door.

 I slam my weight against the door expecting it to slam open. When it doesn't open I smack my open hands into the door screaming for someone to let me out. As I see the door open I feel excitement bubble in my stomach only for the bubbles to be popped when I see the face of my second tormentor. I stare into her face. Her stony expressionless face strikes fear into me. The red head grabs my ankle pulling me down to the floor. I hit the tile with a thud and a feeling of shocking pain wash over me as the bruises I previously received by these girls hit the solid floor. I grit my teeth trying to stay strong not giving them a reaction. My efforts become futile as I feel my face become wet with the tears that slowly slide down my face. I let out a screech of pain as the redhead digs her heel into my shoulder. I reach my hands up and sink my nails into her ankle trying to pull her foot away from my shoulder blade.

Once I remove her foot from myself I roll away hitting my back against the stall door. I slide my back up against it keeping watchful eye on the girls slowly stalking towards me. My eyes flick to the door my only escape. I’m not going to let these girls get to me any more than they already have.

My fight or flight instincts kick in as the stony girl makes a swipe for my hair. I duck and dive for the redhead swinging a leg back and out as far as ballet has gotten me to in a desperate attempt to kick the other girl. I make contact with the girl’s chin which makes her holler in pain. Me and the flaming girl hit the floor her body takes most of the impact and she cries out. As I get up she drags her nails across my neck and right arm trying to hold me back when I jump up making another dash for the door.

I throw all my weight against the door. Tumbling throw the door I hit the floor breathing heavily. I clamber to my feet and make a mad dash to my left as bathroom door flies open. Heading in the direction of my classroom I catch eyes with Lexi through the glass window of her class. She grins evilly at me giving me a mockingly nice wave and blows me a kiss. Now a days’ whenever I see her I wonder if other people know how truly evil that beautiful creature is.

I throw open the door to my classroom and stumble in. All eyes are on me and because of all the adrenaline pumping through me I don’t feel the slightest embarrassed. The teacher looks wide eyed at me I give her a little nod before heading to my seat. I probably look like hell right now. Once I am sat in my I feel Ian’s questioning gaze beat down on me. I just set my bag down and pull out a compact mirror to survey how bad I really look.

Oh my, did I really look like this when I walked in. I start feeling the embarrassment creep into me. My hair is all over the place like I had just rolled out of bed. My eyes are blood shot and puffy. Then there is a long streak across my cheek starting from my near my nose under the corner of my eye almost touching my jaw line. There is actually blood leaking out of it had has run all the way down my face and down my neck. I also see the long drawn out red lines from the red-haired females nails. I close my compact and look at my arm seeing similar markings. I wince as I start feeling the pain of the scratches and new bruises.

Ian’s impatience gets the best of him I would assume as he grabs my chair and turns me towards him. His face is set in a deep scowl making me want to shrink into my chair.

“What the hell happened to you?” he barks out at me. I don’t answer him and just start to chew on my bottom lip and trying not to look him in the eyes. I really want to tell someone and him or Ethan but I don’t want to be a damsel in distress like always. The girls will eventually leave me alone. They can’t keep going on with this. Ian snatches my chin abruptly stopping my chewing. “You already look pretty beat up don’t hurt yourself even more. Now tell me what happened.” He demands forcefully.

“I fell.” I try for the age old excuse. I know he wouldn’t buy it and it seems to anger him more. His eyes become narrowed, jaw clenches, and nostrils become flared. I know that face all too well. It’s the face he makes when Ethan pushes his taunting too far. It’s the face he makes before he is ready to hurt someone severely.

“Bull-f***ing-s**t.” He grits out before gripping my arm and dragging me up with him as he stands. “Grab your bag.” I grab it unsure of what is going on. Ian begins to start dragging me out the door.

“Mr. Fuller and Ms. Waller where do you think you’re going?” Our teacher calls after us. Ian just flips her off and keeps pulling me with him out of the classroom.

“Um Ian where are we going?” I ask a little scared as I see we are heading in the direction of the school front door. I’ve never ditched school before and I really didn’t want to start now, but the way he is acting now I have a strong feeling I’m not coming back to school today. His grip tightens on my hand. I don’t even know when he went from holding my arm to holding my hand.

I see his bike in start to come in view. I began to dig my heels into the ground and pull back on his hand.

“Ian I’m not leaving school until you tell me where we are going.” I continue pressing for him to tell me. We stop directly next to his bike. Ian looks at me over his shoulder and says three simple words.

“To my house.” He then shoves a helmet onto the top of my head and locks the straps under my chin. Today is full of too many first for me. First I actually fight back, now I’m ditching school and actually getting onto Ian’s motorcycle. Ian throws his leg over his bike before helping me on. “Hold on.” He reeves the engine I squeeze myself to his back the fear completely setting into me.

I think I’m going to start regretting my choices today.