The Good Boy

Chapter 5 - Sudden Death

"I'm going to ask you one last time, Hero. Who the fuck did that to you?" Jordan's voice spoke with anger and sadness. He was worried about me, but I just wouldn't cooperate. It was Monday morning, and Jordan has been bugging me about why my face was all bruised up. Sam got my jaw, nose, and she saved her last punch and aimed right for the left side of my head. With my luck, it was the same side where I hit the tree. She hit me the hardest on my jaw, leaving a big bruise there. My nose and head weren't as bad, but it still hurt equally. I had applied makeup onto my face, and you couldn't even tell the bruises were there anymore. Jordan paced around my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, with my bag wrapped around my shoulder. I was all dressed and ready to go to school. If only Jordan let me leave.

"It doesn't matter, Jordan." I said for the millionth time. He knew it was Sam, since I specifically said I was meeting with her. Who else could it be? But every time he brought it up, I denied it. I don't know why. I feel like if he knew, then Sam and her puppets would hurt me again. I don't want to take that chance. Jordan screamed in rage. Not to loud, but he was angry. I excused my self and I was about to leave when I felt his hands wrap around my wrist.

"Hero.." He whispered, softly. "If Sam does this to you again.. tell me straight away."

I closed my eyes, blinking back in the tears. "It wasn't-"

"Don't deny it, Hero!" I flinched as Jordan's grip tightened around my wrist. "You know you can't lie to me! Just.. please." His grip loosened, then finally he let go.

"Jordan, I-"

"I know. I'm sorry. Just go to school. Have a great day." He kissed my forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too, Jordan. Bye." He walked out of the room and I sighed. I seriously did not want to go to school today.

School had been terrible so far. The bell for last period had just gone off and I haven't spoken to any of my so called 'friends' at all. Frankly, I didn't even want to. Well, I mean, Mason would be okay. But none of the others. I walked to my locker and entered the combination. I was so busy getting my stuff that I didn't even notice somebody was standing behind me. I closed my locker and turned around, bumping into a large guy. He was big. Not big as in fat, but big as in tall and muscular. He had massive muscles. Not the huge, unattractive kind, but the kind that was just right. He was wearing a dark blue tee, and it was kind of tight, making his muscular, large arms pop out way more. He had black jeans and he lazily had his black bag slung over one shoulder... Kind of like the way I do it. He was dreamy.. Who am I kidding? This guy was hot. It was no other than the school's bad boy, and not to mention, the son of the owner of the school, Hunter Maxwell. Why was he standing in front of me? He was a total jerk and everybody knew it. Well, at least I knew it. I mean, I know I'm new to the school, but I heard a lot about him. I occasionally saw him in the hall, and I noticed how the girls would drool over him. He had gorgeous, thick, chocolate brown hair and the most amazing brown eyes. No, like seriously. His eyes were perfection.

Snap out of it, Hero! He's a jerk.

A hot jerk.

Shut up!

I stared at Hunter, who was looking down at me with a smirk.

"Are you done checking me out?" He asked, with a smug expression. I blinked and looked at him.

"You wish I was checking you out." I said, rudely. He laughed.

"You wish you could stare at me all day long." God, his smile was beautiful. His laugh was just perfect. How could someone be so perfect?

Shut up, Hero.

"I wish my stare could kill you."

"Ah, so you were staring. You were checking me out." Ugh, I hate him. He had his famous smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and started to walk away.