New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 5- Unbreakable

I never saw it coming. There was no way I could have. Megan simply snapped her fingers and the 375 pound football player was coming directly at me. I tried to dodge him but he practically slammed me into a wall. I heard cracking. Oh please let that be him. I couldn't feel the lower half of my body. He held my scrawny neck in his large hands. He snickered and began slapping my face. I kicked at him but missed. Something snapped like it had in the library and before I knew it I had the large boy pinned against the wall. I was way too small to have done that on my own. I looked to my right and saw my friend Anthony pushing on the large football player. I smiled at him and he smiled back letting go of the boy. He slumped down onto his knees. Anthony was also on the football team. He may be small but he was strong. Very strong. I turned to Megan and her shocked friends. Without hesitation I slammed my fist into her jaw. She squealed and fell to the ground. "Don't mess with the French Freak." I muttered and walked with Anthony at my side back to my car. He invited himself in and slid into the passenger seat. I pulled out my keys and jammed them into the keyhole. I drove a few miles then pulled over. I just stared out the windshield a moment. Thinking. Gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles were white. Then I did something I hadn't done in a long time. I put my hands to my face and cried. I wasn't crying because I was hurt I was crying because I hurt someone else. All this that was happening to me was my fault. Because I didn't pay attention. If I had paid attention I would have found a way out without hitting Megan. Anthony put a hand on my shoulder. "Hey now.." that was the first time I had heard him talk all day. He was basically the perfect boy. He was strong, handsome, and had major smarts. He was perfect. His cute curly hair blue eyes and adorable little freckles made him chick bait. I choked on my own sobs for about 10 minutes before a buzzing in my pocket stopped me. It was Kaydance.

Message from: Meme in the flesh 3:05- OMG are you ok? A. Told me. What happened?

I put my phone down and sighed. I took a deep breath and cursed to myself in French. Which made Anthony laugh which made me laugh. After about 15 seconds we looked like two crazy high kids laughing for no reason on the side of the road in an old 99 explorer. We stopped after a few minutes but started again. I settled myself and wiped both happy and sad tears from my face before picking my phone back up.

Message to: Meme in the flesh 3:17- yea I'm fine. So is Anthony. We just had a little confrontation with the Trash Queen herself.

I chuckled and put my phone into the cup holder. I placed my hands back onto the steering wheel and pushed the gas pedal.

Ding!

I have the best friends ever.