I'm Not Who You Think I Am

Chapter 2

As they walk away we get stares from some people mostly the jocks, but we don’t mind. “So, where should we sit?” I ask.

“I don’t mind, i’m just hungry.” Niall responds.

“You’re always hungry.” Harry adds. We continue to look around for a table, spotting one in the far back.

“Found one!” I yell over all the noise. We walk to the table still receiving stares from some people. Lunch was pretty normal for the most part. We continue to eat and chat about random things. Little did I know what was going to happen next.

Scarlett’s P.O.V:

“Don’t you think that Marcel was kind of weird?” Darcy asks. In all honesty, they didn’t seem like bad guys. But, I can’t say that because it is against mean girl policy. Whatever that is. Anyway, I continue to be lost in my own thought until I hear screams coming out of Becka’s mouth. “What the hell?!” I yell. Covering the ear she screamed in.

“Did you not just see that?” She asks.

“See what?”

“Dylan just punched, um what's his name, Leeroy.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask shocked. How could he do that. Though he has always been one to bully other people, he shouldn’t be doing that to the new kids. They haven’t even done anything wrong.

“Just look for yourself.” she says pointing at the fight that has just erupted. Oh gosh, how can this be happening. I run over to them and get between them. “Dylan, what are you doing?” I yell over all the commotion.

“This idiot tried to take our seat, and when I asked him to get up, he wouldn’t.” he said covering his nose, that is now gushing blood.

“That is no reason to start a fight. You know how mom and dad feel about this.”

“Who cares what they think. They don’t even care about us.”

“Yes, they do care. Don’t say that!” I said, now on the verge of tears.

“If they cared Scarlett, then why would they leave us?” he screams now in my face.

“Just leave, before you make a big problem into an even bigger problem.” I say pointing toward the dining room doors. He walks out with his little posse behind him. Why do brothers have to be so stupid? I don’t understand boys what'soever. I see Leeroy and his group of friends walk out of the dining room. I quickly chase after them. “Hey guys, wait up!” I yell after them. They turn around, Leeroy covering his face that is bruised only slightly. “I would like to just apologize for Dylan’s actions back there. He can be kind of stupid sometimes.” I say causing them to chuckle, which I guess shows good progress.

“How do you even know him?” Leeroy asks.