The Stolen

Bullied?....

{Kailee's POV}
After a few classes it was finally time for lunch. As I was walking through the halls I got pushed up against the lockers. 'Just great,' I thought. It was Derek, of course it was. Not only was he the captain of the football team, but he was also the leaders of the school bullies.
"DEREK COME ON!" a familiar, feminine voice yelled at him. It was the girl from earlier, Nikki was it?
"Hold on I'm busy," he said.
"Nooo, come on I want to drink and smoke," she complained rolling her eyes.
"Fine... I'll deal with you later!" He said glaring at me. He was angry, really angry.
As he turned around Nikki was smirking, then she winked at me, and they walked away. Why did she wink at me? Was she trying to help me by making him leave? Naaahhh, I'm probably imagining things, she's probably just drunk.
{Nikki's POV}
I helped her... Why? I didn't know. At my old school, I was the one pushing people up against the lockers, and beating them up. Why did I feel so accomplished after I helped her? Why did I wink at her? Am I going soft? Nope. THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL THAT I WILL BELIEVE THAT.
Derek and I kept walking but we didn't talk. We got to the back of the school and both of our groups were already there. Figures, he was to busy being a jackarse anyway.
"Where have you been?" Ty asked.
"Waiting for Derek to stop bullying people," I said an sat down as Micheal handed me a beer.
"Why did you stop me?" Derek asked.
"I already told you, I wanted a beer," I said raising up my beer bottle.
"Whatever," he said.
After that Derek wandered off. I soon followed. When I found him, he was on the left side of the school bullying the girl from earlier and her friends.
   "Who's going to be first?" Derek asked and smirked, cracking his knuckles.
   A girl with long blonde hair in braids, and a flower crown was the first to talk.
   "Go screw yourself Derek," she said, but I could tell she was nervous by the tone of her voice.
   "I guess it's gonna be you then," Derek said. I put on a black mask that I could see through, but that made my identity unknown.
   "DEREK!" I yelled in an angry tone.
   "Who are you?" He asked confused.
   "That doesn't matter, just leave the alone," I said.
    "Why would I do that?" He asked.
    "Because if you don't you'll get hurt," I said as I got closer to him.
   He grabbed me, and  I kicked him in the legs. He fell to the ground, but I knew that he knew. He knew I was a girl. I had tried to make my voice sound like a guy, and it had worked. My clothes were loose so they didn't show the curves that almost every teenage girl has. When he had grabbed me my clothes had gone tighter and you could tell. But that wasn't all he knew...