Please, Just Save Me

The New Me

I was so caught up in last nights events, I wasn't even able to think anymore. And what's worse is that it's last period, and I have to make my way up to room 312. 

My history class.

This is where it all began, two years ago, where our whole class heard about our new surprise teacher.

Here it is. I opened the door hesitantly. He seated me at the front row, right in front of his desk, knowing he could watch me at all times. 

I made my way over to my desk, finding Harry, my classmate, who he put me beside. I've never really gotten a chance to talk to Harry, but apparently he's a cool kid.

The teacher wasn't here yet, so I got a good two minutes to breathe.  I began taking out my notebook and textbook out of my bag.

"Afternoon, class," the familiar voice spoke, coming closer to me. My heart started pacing as fast as it could, suddenly making it harder for me to breathe. 

"Afernoon Mr.Jackson," the class, excluding me, spoke up.

"Alright kids, please turn to page 41 in your textbooks, and begin answering the questions," My gaze rose, as I locked eyes with his green eyes. I quickly turned away. "i expect silence from everybody," he spoke swiftly, and I could tell he was still staring at me. I literally froze, unable to move.

"Mackenzie," he approached me, standing above my desk.

Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic...

He brought his face close to mine, merely inches away. His breathe, the familiar breathe that had traced down my neck last night. 

"Open your textbook, and get to work." But I didn't. And let me tell you, if I did, the whole mess wouldn't start in the first place. "Mackenzie." His voice was so demanding, I wasn't able to do anything.

"Here dude, I got it. Don't sweat it.," Harry said, opening my textbook for me.

"You stay out of it! That was a very simple task to do, Mackenzie could've done it herself," he said, locking eyes with mine.

"It's fine," Harry spoke up once again.

"Mackenzie, if you're not going to follow my rules, and just sit there like a freakin' statue all day then get up and follow me." 

My eyes beamed open. I know what he wanted. The whole freakin' class knew what he wanted! But they all just sat there hopelessly watching.

Suddenly, Harry stood from his seat. "Look sir, it's no big deal that she didn't open her textbook. Leave her alone."

I, shocked as ever, looked right at Harry. He was defending me? Noone else stood up against him, especially for me. 

Harry grabbed my hand, and held it tightly, and I suddenly felt a little better. Why was he doing this? why was he helping me?

"Move." He demanded, standing above Harry. Now, he was much more muscular, stronger, and much much much more bigger than him, so there was no way Harry could beat him.

"I'll move, IF you leave Mackenzie alone." Then, he raised his hand and threw a punch at Harry. 

I stood up and screamed. The punch was so bad. There was blood coming out of Harry, as he was lying on the floor. I was hopeless now, without Harry. Mr.Johnson approached me, fiercely, with a angry look on his face.