My Hero: A Keith Powers Story

Chapter 5: The Hero-Type

Jasmine's P.O.V.

After the bell rang, indicating first period was over, I gathered my things quickly and started toward the door. "Bye, Jazzy", Keith said, gripping my ass. I gasped, spun around and playfully hit him in the chest. "Good-bye, Tyree", I said rolling my eyes. He headed to his next class and I headed to mine, which was all the way in Memorial Hall. I looked at my watch and saw it was 8:59....I'm bout to be late messing with his goofy ass.

As I jogged down Memorial Hall to Mr. Poe's class, I felt someone pick me up by my waist and not even thinking twice, I kicked and screamed. But then I felt them throw me into what must be the janitor's closet.

"Luke?!"

Keith's P.O.V.

As I'm in the science lab, I (along with everyone else) heard muffled screams and commotion coming from Memorial Hall. Being the
hero-type as always, I asked Ms. Porter if I could use the bathroom. As if she knew I was going just to be nosy, she looked at me over her glasses, but said, "Mm. Go ahead, Mr. Powers".

As I made my way down where the noise came from, as I got closer, louder and louder I could hear a girl screaming, "Help me! Help me, please!".

It was coming from the janitor's closet.

I dropped my bookbag by the door and slowly crept up to bust in. I swung the door open to find the same dude that hit Jazmine, hovering over her with his pants down, her leggings ripped open and bruises all over her face.

After that scene in my mind I just charged.

Blow after blow after blow to his body and face and I would NOT have stopped if Jazmine wasn't hurt right now.

I crept out of the school, Jazz in my arms and quickly walked to my car in the parking lot. I ever so gently placed her in the passenger side of my car and ran to the other side. Through the windshield, I could see she hadn't moved at all, she just sat there and stared at the glove compartment. Before I started the car I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, she winced. "Oh, I'm sorry", I said, truly feeling bad. She still just sat there.

I drove us to my house, thank God my mom was in rehab and my dad was at work.

I carried her up the stairs to my room and laid her on my bed. "I'll be right back, OK?", I said moving one of her curls out of her face. She gave me a weak nod.

I went to the bathroom and got the alcohol and the first aid kit. When I came back, she was gone. I looked everywhere calling her name to find her sitting on the ledge of the balcony. I slowly walked onto the balcony, panicking, and said, "Jazmine". She continued to stare off into space as a tear rolled down her face. She finally looked over at me and whispered, "Thank you" then took a glance down and jumped...but I grabbed her arm quickly and said, "I love you, Jazmine Hunter. I love you". She looked at me with pain in her eyes. I pulled her up and just held her in my arms, looking down at her bruised, yet still beautiful face.

I put her back on the bed and started cleaning her face. "I love you, too", she said catching me off guard. When I heard her, I glanced down at her bloody lips and kissed them. When I pulled away there was now blood on my lips. And I know it may seem nasty but I couldn't help it.

After her face was cleaned up, I got up and looked through my drawers for something she could wear. I pulled out some basketball shorts I figured she could just roll em up. "Bathrooms down the hall", I told her turning around to find something I could change into. Not knowing she was even still in the room, I turned around to find her taking off her ripped leggings right there and all I could do was stare in amazement. "What?", she said cracking a tiny smile. I shook myself out of it, "Oh, nothing", I said trying to play it cool. She just shrugged her shoulders and finished getting dressed. As I figured I change right then and there too, I noticed her side eyeing my dick-print, but I didn't say nothing. "Keith, can I go downstairs to find something to eat?", she asked me all innocent. "Sure, baby", I said-- wait did I just say that? I know she noticed, but she obviously didn't care so whatever.

I went downstairs to find her sitting on the couch Indian style watching TV with some cereal. "Nah, I ain't say nun bout no TV", I said seeing if she would make a comeback. "Welp, it's too late now", she said shrugging her shoulders with a dumb smile on her face. Sheeeee's baaaaaaack. We just sat there and watched cartoons for the rest of the day. 😁