Hopeless Romantic -- Brallon

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DJW

"No, you have to mix these together! Not those!" I exclaim to Ryan (Seaman) as he's almost about to mix the wrong chemicals together.

Chemistry class, first period. Meh. At least I'm lab partners with Ryan.

"Oh, okay. I just made a mistake, no need to get all uptight, Mr. Straight A's" He says.

I scoff at the comment. "Whatever. Just stir." Ryan stirs and I read the instructions over.

Our lazy chem teacher tells the class to stop and talk the rest of the period. Apparently he has to "grade more papers" on his computer. Obviously, the class doesn't mind and instantly starts talking after we all clean up.

After a while of socializing for the rest of class, the bell rings. Ryan says bye and heads to his class, and I start walking to math.

"Hey!" I hear someone call. I'm confused turn to the direction where the phrase was called. I see everybody else doing the same.

One of the brawny assholes yelled that in the middle of the hall. I move through the crowd a bit to see the action. Our school is quite peaceful, compared to some others that are so much worse. Fights here are rare.

I see Brendon on the floor. Oh no.

"What are you going to do about it, loverboy?? Just sit there?"

I'm just standing in the crowd a bit near what's happening. There's a shocked expression on my face. What does someone do in this situation?

"N-no. I won't fight or anything, just stop." Brendon stutters. He stands up, but the asshole grabs Brendon's shirt.

The boy who called out and pulled Brendon to the ground is apparently named Brent, according to the crowd.

He replies to Brendon. "I won't stop. Faggots like you deserve this. Ha, you know he doesn't even like you? Everybody knows you're a hopeless romantic. He pratically hates you, huh?" Everybody is wide-eyed and people start glancing at me. Some even staring. I'm the one Brent is talking about.

Suddenly, my mind forms a brilliantly stupid thought. I should help.

I step forward a little. "Hey!" Everybody looks at me. "D-don't mess with him. You're an a-ass." I say, weakly. Brendon looks up hopefully and there's a spark in his eyes when they meet mine.

"Oh look. Your pathetic crush comes to the rescue. His perfect grades and wimpy glasses won't save you, though. That's all he's good for. Why do you like such a lousy nerd?" Brent spits.

Brendon speaks up, angrily. He pushes Brent off and clenches his fists. "Don't call him that. He's a brilliant person, unlike you. You're the scum of the earth."

Brent's face... lit up? "Ah, I see. You'll hurt more if I mess with him instead!" He steps away from Brendon and starts walking toward me. I instinctively start taking steps back.

"NO! You fucktard, if you hurt him, I swear to god, you'll be seeing stars for days! Don't you dare touch him!" Brendon practically yells.

My breaths are shaky as I back away from Brent. Everybody's still here, even though the bell is about to ring any second.

The bell rings.

Students reluctantly disperse. Nobody thinks to call a teacher?? Aren't the teachers wondering where all the students are? What the fuck!?

People leave the scene, and there's only a handful of them staying to watch. I hope this doesn't turn into a fight. I look around to evaluate the situation. Brent is still advancing towards me. Brendon is staring angrily at Brent, but probably still in shock of what to do.

"Fuck!" I back into a wall and gasp. Brent smirks and glances at Brendon. "What're you gonna do, Brendon? What're you gonna do when my fist smashes into his 'pretty little face'?"

Brent then kicks my shin hard. I fall to the ground, clutching the now bruising area. Suddenly, I see Brendon punching Brent, despite having said he wouldn't fight. I just wanna know what's on his mind. It's a brawl between them now, while I'm just sitting on the ground in shock, holding my shin. I am pathetic, damn.

A few teachers step into the hallway, finally, and tear Brendon and Brent apart. Brent definitely looks beaten up, while Brendon just looks shaken around. The teachers are still holding them back.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO HURT HIM, DIPSHIT!" Brendon screams.

Brent gives a nasty face and replies. "Whatever." Since he's badly damaged, one of the teachers drags him to the nurse's office. I guess Brendon really did a number on him. I stand up, and Brendon is still breathing shakily where he just fought Brent. The other teacher, who I recognize as Mr. Wentz, gives us a sad smile. He's one of the nicer and more relatble teachers.

Mr. Wentz furrows his eyebrows, like he's thinking. He looks at Brendon and I. "Uh, you two can skip class for the rest of the day if you want. That was kind of intense, I'd imagine you guys not focusing in class." He walks away to his own classroom.

I take a deep breath, taking in what just happened. Brendon runs over to me. "Are you okay? Does it hurt badly? "

"I'm fine, Brendon. Barely anything happened to me. Are you okay though? You actually fought. I didn't do anything but sit here." I replied with a frown.

"Shut your pretty mouth. You're fine. He shouldn't have hurt you, that bastard." Brendon said.

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Songs referenced:
Seeing Stars -BØRNS
We Don't Believe What's On TV -tøp
Choke -IDKHBTFM