alone together

chapter two:

   I was in class, playing with wathever I could find on my desk, waiting for school to end. My fingers were tapping impatiently on the desk as I was glancing at the clock every minute. I wasn't listening to the teacher- I didn't even need to listen anyway because I would say, without wanting to show off, that I'm better at math then all the people of my class (the teacher included). I tried to think about something so time would pass a bit faster. 

   After a few minutes, I finally succeeded to space out, thinking about how much I was unfortunate to be separated from my group of friends (who were all in the same class, by the way. Thanks life). I was also thinking that I had an oral to do in English class and I was a bit nervous about it. Then, I saw a poster on the wall of Star Wars: A new hope and a smile grew on my face as the thought of the oral went away.

   Some people say that I'm a really optimistic person who always sees the bright side of things. I would just say that I have a short time memory. It's not that I see the positive side in my problemes, I just forget them!

   Suddenly, I heard noises coming from one of my classmate. He was making weird sounds and staring at me. At first I thought that he was just spacing out while looking at me, but I then realized that he was doing that because he wanted to talk to me. Yes, me and my difficulty to understand human interactions. When I turned around to face him, I recognized him. He was one of the boys in the soccer club, always bullying younger kids. Someone that I wouldn't talk to normally. What did he want?

  "Hey! Hey, Campbell!" he was saying.  

"W-what is it?" I asked awkwardly.

"Can I talk to like, Sammy please?" he said a bit loudly.

"Sorry, he is taking the day off."

"Come on, Zack. It's not for long. It's about sport and we both know how much he likes it and stuff." he responded.

"L-look, I'm really sorry, but I can't just-" 

"Can you just send him the message?" he said, skipping through my words, looking pissed off.

   Before I could answer, the bell rang and the students stood up to leave the class. I was going to take adventage of this situation and hide in the crowd to run away from this conversation, but he took my arm before I could even turn around.

"Hey! You're not going to ditch me, right?" he said, kind of agressively.

      I wasn't appreciating the fact that he was touching my arm so I tried to shake him off, but he strengthened his grip over it. I saw some other guys coming in the class, but unfortunatelly for me, it was his friends. They came over to him, encircling me.

"Are you going to respond one day!?" he yelled at me.

   Now, all the people of the class were gone, and I was feeling like I was out of breath, surrouded by those scary guys. I was feeling as small as an instect, just before being smooshed.

"I-I really c-can't respond to that, s-sometimes Sammy really d-doesn't care about t-things I say and-"

"We don't care about your fucking reasons!" one of the other guy responded." We just want to talk. to. him. Understand, nerd? So if you could please just fucking switch with him, we would be happy." 

"B-but I can't do that, it's n-not that simple" I answered, shaking in fear.

   The other guy took me by my collar and brang us face to face.

"Listen carefully there, we don't have all the time of the world, bitch. So go ahead and switch to Sammy or else, we will beat the shit out of ya." he said, almost whispering.

   I was panicking. Please don't hit me. My parents are so worried about me these days, I don't think they would support it anymore if i was injured. 

   I was breathing heavily, almost crying. I was screaming in my head: "PLEASE SAMMY!! SWITCH WITH ME NOW!!!" but nothing happened. There was no answer, no noise, nobody was responding to me. I was alone. My classmate sighed loudly.

"Times up, bitch."

   His fist went flying towards my head. I closed my eyes in an attempt to lessen the damage (both physical and psychological). And then,

everything turned black

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I caught  his fist before it could collide with his- well, mine for now- head. The look of suprise and slight horror on their faces were priceless. I twisted his wrist slightly (not enough to do permanent damage but still hurt like a bitch). He gasped in pain.

"You weren't gonna hit him were you?"

"U-um, n-no no!" He stuttered "we we-"

"Good 'cause if you were, I'd have to punish you" I said in a deep chuckle.

   I lowered his hand and dropped it before turning around. He hadn't had what he deserved, but I needed to talk to Zack for a bit. I was going to leave the place when I heard one of the motherfucker say something.

"L-listen, we are really sorry about that, but we just wanted to ask you something and Zack just wasn't helping..."

   I stopped and turned around. When the one who was talking saw the look on my face, he shut his mouth rapidly. The others all backed up, in fear. What did he just fucking said?

"Can you repeat that?" I said, slowly walking towards him.

"I-I just wanted y-you to know t-that it w-wasn't our fault if-"

   I took him by his collar, lifting him over the floor. 

"YOU WERE GOING TO HIT HIM BECAUSE HE WASN'T ABLE TO DO WHAT YOU WANTED!!" I yelled in fury.

   The others were trying to stop me, but those bitches weren't even able to make me tremble.

"S-stop-p! P-please!" he was saying, out of breath.

   I finally decided to stop, so I threw him on the floor like the shitbag he was. He droped violently and yelped in pain. The others all sighed in relief and came to help him get up. He raised his head a bit and met my cruel eyes.

"If you touch one hair of his head again, I'm going to make sure that you won't be able to get up again." I said in a dark tone before turning aroud and leaving the class.

Shit, what a bad fucking day.

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Sammy will always be there to keep Zack safe

  ~Stay insane~