Jeremy's POV
I scan the several empty Halls with michael, finding no one around. "You don't think the Rich hurt her?" I hear Michael say in a questioning tone. Right as I turned to him, (y/n) came rushing out of the empty old janitor closet, slamming the door behind her. She quickly rushed over to me, looking pale and sickly. Her legs were wobbling with tremour. "I-I think I'mma throw up." She said as she rushed to the nearest bathroom.
Me and Michael waited outside of the bathroom for (y/n) but she didn't come out. I looked at Michael with a worried glance as we slowly crept into the bathroom to see a broken down girl who's silouette resembled (y/n)'s. I walked slowly towards her and put a hand on her shoulder. She jumped but realized it was just me. I sat next to her on the linoleum tiled floors. She turned to me and practically tackled me with a hug. She buried her tear ridden face into the crook of my next. Seeing her cry was so depressing. I rubbed circles on to her back and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. I began to Pat her head as she said,"that was my first kiss.......he stole it....." Her voice cracking with every word. "What.....the.....hell..." I heard a voice say. I had almost forgotten Michael was here. He cracked his knuckles and said,"I'mma go beat up a short ass." (Y/n) chuckled as she back away from me. "T-thank....you... Jeremy.." she said rather slowly. Michael went to wait in his PT Cruiser for us. As I helped (y/n) up, she litterally jumped onto me, hugging me gratefully and then she kissed my cheek. My face flushed a light pink across my pale skin as she grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the bathroom."don't wanna be left behind, now do we." She cooed.
A/n: some pretty bad auto stuff happened in this chapter. Sorry guys I had to go through and fix them.
