Why Me...

Ch.7 I'm so Sorry!

Jon's Pov
The first half of the day goes by so slow, I've literally just been day dreaming about Evan all day. But when lunch comes around the pain of reality comes back to me.

I will have no one to talk to, no one to laugh with. I'll be alone again...

Because of them..

I enter the lunch room and prepare to bare the worse.

Craig's Pov
Anne and I strut to the lunch room. Struting everywhere feels weird. I feel like a total douchebag. But...powerful. Yeah, it's my turn now, nobody better get in my way.

A smirk finds its way to my lips. I could get used to this, not having to worry about being pushed down, bullied around every corner.

It feels nice, and spending every waking second with my two favorite people. This day has been one of the best ever.

And Jon...he'll be fine, he survived a long time without Anne and I, he can handle a little more.

My mind is instantly changed, Jon sits alone. Honestly it looks like he has been crying.

He looks at me and my heart aches. His eyes are filled with hate, anger and hurt.

I almost start to walk over to him and apologize when Anne grabs my hand. Her eyes read the same as mine, she hates doing this to him. But it is necessary. We put on our strong faces and walk away.

We get to our table and Tyler is already there with Sydney and Kelly.

"Where the hell is Evan, did he Not walk with you guys?" Tyler

"No, we thought he was already here," Anne says taking a seat and me sitting next to her. "I saw him this morning walking to math with Jon" she adds.

"Here he comes!" Sydney says and adjusts her bra to make her boobs look bigger. On his way over here he looks at Jon.

Stopping dead in his tracks, he turns back and takes a seat across from Jon. "What does he think he is doing!" Tyler says angrily, Tyler begins to get up looking as if he was about to storm over there.

"Wait, let Annebeth, if she is truly done with Jonathan she will have no problem with telling him off and retrieving our little friend Evan" Sydney says with a smirk. My stomach drops, no matter how hard Anne tries she will not be able to tell off Jon.

Anne gets up nervously but quickly shakes it off and walks over to their table. But as soon she arrives in front of their table her legs turns to jelly. She clears her throat and begins to speak.

We all followed her up to listen to what she was going to say. "Evan what on earth are you doing, our table is over there, why would you want to sit here at the...losers table..." Anne says hesitating on the words "loser table"

Jon looks down his eyes full of tears and face burning red.

"Why don't you go be a bitch somewhere else and leave us alone!" Evan yells standing up quickly.

I don't know what made me do it, maybe it was my insticts but I grabbed Anne's hand, interlocking fingers in the process, and pulled her back to protect her.

"You need to calm the fuck down man!" I say, Evan is a couple feet taller than me and I would usually cower in front of him. But now I'm standing up to him making a scene.

"Why don't you make me!" Evan shoves me and I feel Anne squeeze my hand, I regain my balance and let go of Anne's hand.

Nodding and smiling I hit Evan square in the jaw. He is taken back a few steps and once he lifts his head to look at me I land another hit on the side of his face. "Come on Fong! Scared by a little pay back, its your turn to feel what its like to be like we were!" I yell landing a couple more hits on him.