Heart over Mouth.

3

"Ex military huh?" I ask trying to make conversation as me and Phoebe enter our fourth period. We have two bells of sit back relax and talk. But knowing Phoebe she'll be talking the whole time.

She just nods in response. "Apparently he faked his ID to run away with the army. And---"

"And thank you for helping with telling the class my life." I hear a smooth deep voice male speak. He kind sounds like how I imagine the store gay to sound. I try to hold in a laugh as I watch Phoebe get nervous. He reaches a hand to touch her shoulder. I know what gonna happen next and keep my cool and pray.

He gets closer as his hand barely lands on her upper arm, she shakes slightly and I bite my lip to keep my cool. Come on you can hold it in I plead in my head. You're strong enough.

As if she read my mind she shakes her head as her body vibrates more and more. "I--I---" She struggles to get out. She's about to blow i know it I can't let her blow. I'll be in as much trouble as she.

"What was that ma'am?" He asks getting closer to hear her better sadly not helping the situation. I see the tears weld in her eyes. Her pale cheeks turn a burning red with anger and every emotion there is burst and pry their way to her cheeks. I see one last plea of help sweep through her glistening eyes. I see Johnny Carter behind her with a maleficent grin. He better not say something I will kick the daylights out of him so fast he'll be blind in his next life.

"Sexy bunny, sexy bunny, sexy bunny, sexy bunny." He whispers and All I can do Is pray he's smart enough to keep her from hearing. I soon regret just praying for that. I should of prayed no one else heard. But a few others heard and carried on the chant. My eyes fill with a red burn and I bite my lip and hold my position. Phoebe hates when I get involved but when you care for someone as much as I do for Phoebe its the hardest thing in the world to hold back as they unleash their demons. The chant gets louder and louder and I know with every volume increase is another remembered night and another click towards crazy.

Soon the class is in a full roar chanting teases and slurs involving 'sexy bunny'. "I said NO!" Phoebe screams smacking his hand and bursting out in to an hysterical sob. She holds her legs to her chest and rocks in her chair. The class is quiet for five seconds before they start laughing. It's not even an awkward sorry laugh it's an hard mean devilish chuckle.

The teacher man tries to help and reaches for her which make her scream and yell more. He reaches in again and I shot his hand away. "You've done enough thanks." I say helping Phoebe to the hallway. As I nurse her out of the class the stupid Mr. Ginger-er whatever threatens us with countless ' write ups.' Where did he get his degree Northside prep? "This is southside bitch." I nudging phoebe out side the class. I hold her hand as Speak with this teacher. "You don't chose southside it chooses you. People with shit homes piss drunk family and criminals. If you're gonna work here learn that some of us have an horrible past and assholes like those don''t help. Just don't get too close to her and stay away from me. Don't chose southside let it chose you. For a teacher you have a lot to learn."

As I yell at the teacher the classes yells seem to dissipate and I truly see the teacher. He's tall and ginger and looks kinda like that fag who checked me out last night. The one from my dream.

I get a quinsy feeling in my stomach and run out to Phoebe. I get my phone out and text code red to all our friends. In ten minutes were back at my place Phoebe, me and the whole gang. We watch movie after movie and try to reassure her that she's fine.

Halfway through Sweeny Todd she complains of as headache and think the rest of us mentally sigh that she was able to come back down.

I reach for a snickers bar and whisper into her head, "You scared us little girl." I say smiling. With a mouth full of reeses she leans her head back and smiles at me. I use my thumb and wipe a bite of chocolate off her lips and smudge it on her nose. She scrunches her nose and smiles. As she lean her head forward back to the movie. Just as the dude starts killing people willy dilly while singing I feel my phone buzz.

"Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich:The thing about south side is you can't escape it. And you can't hide from it. Dont hide. You cant it sees your truths and it sees your pain. One day you're-going to come to a cross in the road chose the one that pleases all or chose the one that frees you. It's your chose now. Know before you speak. 2119 S Homan Ave. Meet me if you desire more answers. I know this town and I know southside. I was chosen at one long point in my life. "