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Red Rules #4

The school doors. They glared at me, daring me to enter it's halls. First bell rings and I'm dragged inside by my responsibilities. I keep my pace fast in the hall. Did I dare glance up? Hell no. I was trying to avoid eye contact with any of James' fiends because, well, I hit him. And I think we all know what happens to people who harm the star player. Death. I'm joking, but I might as well be dead.
"Agh!"
A hand shoots out of nowhere and pins my sweatshirt hood against the lockers.
"Oi, you," a face leans in close and leers at me. "Make my boy bleed?"
I tense up.
"Ahh uh um, uhhh..," my mouth hangs open, unsure if I should say yes and get dumped in the dumpster or say no and have them see that's a lie and then get dumped in the dumpster.
"Tray, it's fine man, told you that," James appears and puts a hand on Tray's shoulder. I knock his hand away from my hood and glare.
"Yeah dude it's fine," I say angrily.
I receive a death glare from Tray before he jerks do to something. In a flash James' arm was around my shoulders and his other hand was up in surrender.
"It's cool, we're good."
Tray just nods his head and stalks off.
I throw off his arm and back away as he glares at me.
"Hurt me, it's fine, but I can't protect you if you go after the guys," James warns me sternly.
I cross my arms and look away.
"I don't need protecting," I mumble.
"What's that?"
"I said go to class."
"Oh. Right."
We stand there in an awkward silence.
"You alright?" He looks down at me. Damn him for being tall.
"Ya I'm fine. Just tell your goons to lay off," I pick up my stuff that fell when I was pinned to the locker and walk quickly down the hall. When I get to the end of the hall I look into the glass of the trophy case and see the reflection of the hall behind me, and James' figure stood where I left him.