Toxic. (Ethan Dolan.)

Part 11 - Other Direction

I got into school and I saw Ethan standing around with his friends. I walk pass and I go to my locker. I do the same old stuff and go to my first class which was science. I took a seat at my table. The lesson had begun. Same old boring things, a little bit of writing then a little bit of experimenting. I sat through the entire lesson thinking about what to tutor Ethan next. His test was next week. And I think I have gotten him prepared enough. But if he fails I feel like it will all be on me.

The bell finally rung. I got up out of my seat and walked toward my next class. And while I was on my way I saw Grayson, Ethan and his friend Cameron down the hall next to my class. Their eyes fall onto me. I turn on my heel quickly walking away hoping that the hall would get more packed so I could loose them. But it was too late. The halls were empty. I feel an impact on my back as I get pushed to the ground.

"Who are you running from?" I hear Grayson say.

I get up grabbing my books but I feel him grab my back. He pushed me onto the wall.

"Answer my question."

"N-nobody." I answer.

"Your class is right there. Why go the opposite direction?"

"I forgot m-my phone."

Grayson smirked and reached into my pocket. He brought my phone out and held it up to my face.

"This phone?"

I try to hold back my tears, he pushes me back onto the ground. Grayson lifted his hand, smashing my phone onto the ground.

"What phone?" Cameron laughed.

I look up at Ethan with tears in my eyes. He stood there looking down on me as he always did.

"What the fuck are you doing Ethan? It's your turn."

Ethan stared at me and grabbed my book that had fallen out of my bag. He grabbed my English book and he knew that it was my most special possession because of the poems I had written. 

"No please don't." I cry.

Ethan starts to rip pages and pages out of my book. Throwing them everywhere. I cry quietly on the ground and Grayson stands over the top looking down on me.

"Go to class Nobody." He says before laughing and walking down the hall with Ethan and Cameron.

But I stayed there. Crying and picking up the broken pieces to my phone and the ripped pages out of my book. I sat there flipping through to see what he had ripped out. He didn't rip out my poems. I look up and I see Ethan looking back at me. I slam my book shut picking up the remaining pieces. Throwing them into the bin and going straight home.