Bully x Bullied

Chapter 3: Pain, Anger And Guilt

Jake was in his worst mood after what had happened the previous day. He'd promised himself never to be weak nor to show his true emotions ever again a long time ago.

A long time ago..

That bought back memories that he would rather not ever relive.

And that kid, dared to bring it back. He glared harder at nothing in particular - though the students that he passed as he walked down the corridor seemed to make way as if he were going to burn them with just his presence.

Mark sat alone at the same table at the very back of the cafeteria - he was thinking about claiming it as his.

He was hurting all over from the beat down that had occurred the pervious day. He'd rather stay at home but that would mean that he'd have to bare his mother's sympathetic, concerned looks with a lot of unnecessary care that he didn't see the need to. So he figured that it's best if he just attended his school.

Though now that he did, he was starting to regret it. He had seen that jock, Jake he heard was his name, glaring at anything and everything as he roamed the corridors, as if he were in search of a murderer of his entire family tree.

Mark had a strange feeling that the one responsible for his bad mood might have been him.

And as if on cue, Jake entered the cafeteria about to prove him right..

Mark's eyes widened as he saw the jock -literally- growl as he approached him.

He was about to get up and bolt but he realized that it was only going to make things worse. It was better to face it now than later, he thought.

Jake came to the table that the kid sat at. And just for a millisecond his eyes showed guilt as he saw all the bruce that littered his face and hands, that wasn't covered with a bandage or his clothes. He couldn't stop the thought that entered his head, 'I hurt him.. ', as he tried his best not to wince at the pang of pain that he felt in chest.

He glared at the kid and growled to show his wrath, but didn't have the heart to hit him again, which was the reason he came to look for him in the first place. He was no longer angry, on the contrary, he felt quiet guilty and hurt.

'Why does it hurt me to see you hurt..? Why does it kill me to know that I was the one to cause you this pain? What are you doing to me.. '

Millions of questions swarmed his mind but he knew no answers to none of them.

He just stood there and glared as if waiting for Mark to burst into flames by just that, or so Mark thought.

Mark was beyond confused but felt the need to stay still, fearing he might trigger something if he moved, resulting in him getting beat up again.

Jake finally snapped back to reality and stopped his glaring, that seemed to be on autopilot, and gave him a blank stare as he said in a voice he hoped was cold and not pained, as he currently felt, "I didn't mean to beat you up but its your fault for getting on my nerves so don't ever do it again. Or I won't be just beating you up the next time."

He walked away before he could say something else that would make it clear that he infact regretted ever laying a finger on the poor blonde and went straight to his next class, as lunch was almost over, where he just sat at his desk and looked out the window, wondering if he'd ever get his answers.

Mark sat stunned in the cafeteria. He didn't honestly expect to get away without a couple of more bruce in addition to the ones that he'd already acquired, but hey he wasn't complaining. Though he had to say, he would rather not get on his nerves ever again, mainly cause he had no intention whatsoever to find out what he meant when he said "or I won't be just beating you up the next time". He shivered as he thought this.