J'aime vous beaucoup. (I love you a lot.)

Chapter 7: Drew again.

This chapter is dedicated to one of my childhood friend, Angelica. Enjoy :)

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                     "Okay boys, today we're going to have a quiz," Mrs. Eng, our Biology teacher, informed. "Noooooooooooooo!," Damian, a nerd in my class said sarcastically. "Asshole," my partner, Mike, whispered to me in a harsh tone.. "Chill out dude. It's just a quiz. Not an exam or some shit," calming Mike out. Mrs. Eng gave out the sheets of papers out. Questions were quite easy since she taught us about it yesterday. But all I can see, half of the class was either sleeping or looking left and right for answers. Mike was sleeping of course. 

                       Break time. I went down to the canteen with Avery and met with Drew. He came towards me with some friends of his and asked me to come with. I was reluctant to follow him but I just followed along. We were behind the school and suddenly they beat the crap out of me. I fell to the ground and was bruised and scarred. "What the actual fuck dude?!," I screamed out and was on my arse. I dashed towards him and gave him a taste of his own. His friends stopped me and one of them punched my in the stomach. Hard. It was a pain bearing through it. Drew squated down a bit. He started talking. "You wanna know why I beat the shit out of you? Because of you, you little asswipe, Juliette broke up with me. Because of you, she sees the bad things in me that you don't have and that was why I want you dead." "You deserved it, asshole," I replied with a laugh. He went mad and kneed me in the stomach and leave with his gang. 

                         I struggled to get  up and put myself together. I took in a deep breath to absorb the pain and went back to class slowly. Thank goodness I brought my hoodie along. I putted the hoodie on and covered my face filled with bruises. One of my classmates came up and asked why did I put on the hoodie since the day was hot as hell.  True but I had to cover it up so I just said my fever came up again. 

                         Home. I went to my room straight. Hopefully dad didn't notice the the bruise. I cleaned myself up. Took out my phone from the drawer of my study desk and tried to call Juliette. No answer. Weird. I tried again. And again. And again. Still no answer. "Forget it, she won't answer," I thought to myself. I gave out a text to her saying, "Hey if you have any problems, hit me up. I can try to help out. It ain't wise to keep problems to yourself you know. :)" No reply. Okay. This is sad. Pathetic I know.