"PHIL!" Is all I say before I run to him. My Phil. He didn't want to break up with me! He was doing it to keep me safe.
Before I can think about what I'm doing, Bryce is on the floor. His friends are running away. I punch him.
Stupid,
I punch him.
Ugly,
Again,
Annoying,
And again,
Unimportant,
And again.
"WORTHLESS." I say, this time out loud. I continue punching him. His nose starts to bleed. "You are the most worthless human being I've ever met." I hold him by his t-shirt now, so close that our noses are almost touching. "He broke up with me to protect me. But I don't need protecting. It's you who needs protecting." I punch him one last time before going over to Phil, kissing him on his cheek. I hold his hand. "Let's go." Phil follows me, looking surprised, but not afraid. Pride. That's what I see in his eyes. I look back, just once, to see if Bryce had gotten up. He was gone.
Phil and I split up to get to our classes, which we are totally late for. We kiss and part ways, promising to meet after-school. And tomorrow, we would go to lunch in the library.
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The Eye of the Beholder /Phan>•</
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