Romeo And Julian (Part Three)

Chapter Ten

I suddenly felt like something wasn't right. Chris looked at me with concern, then looked down and started writing something.

As soon as he was done, his paper was scrunched up into a ball and thrown at me. What's up, bro? You look out of it.

I am out of it. Something just doesn't quite feel right. I wrote back, aiming for his head.

Chris caught the ball easily and rolled his eyes. "Do you want to rest in the nurse's office? Should I call mommy?" He whispered over, smirking at me. "I'm sure everything's fine."

"I hope so..."

Class went quickly, then the next, then the next, until it was finally lunch. I started looking through the halls for the short boy that was usually already by my side, but all I found was one of the football jocks throwing an arm over my shoulder.

"Hey, bro! So, I'm having a party this Friday. You in?" He asked. "I'm sure you'd be able to get a pretty lady there too."

His friends started laughing to each other and making comments about the girls in the school.

"I don't know, I actually was going to set up plans for Friday." I told them truthfully.

The football player rolled his eyes. "What, some kind of family get together or something? Because if not you can reschedule."

A small chuckle escaped my lips. "Actually, I was going to take Julian out on a~"

"Oh come on, you haven't been to a good party in forever! Don't you wanna be in the spotlight some more? Plenty of chicks want you, so just come and get then."

Something feels so off about this...

"Can Julian come?" I asked hopefully.

The jock glared at me a little bit, almost looking disappointed. "Why the fuck would you want to bring that faggot anywhere?"

"That faggot is my boyfriend, so what does that make me?" I asked, daring him to answer. "I'd appreciate if you'd open the small space in your skull just a little bit to let new ideas in, and I'd appreciate if you could avoid using that term when talking about Julian."

"Why are you humoring him?! I don't get it! You like chicks!" He shouted. "What are you doing pretending to be gay?! Are you trying to make that kid feel better about being a freak?"

My goodness... It takes all my self restraint not to beat this guy to a pulp. "He's not a freak."

"Oh yeah? Then why don't people talk to him? Why do people avoid him?"

"Because he's a pompous asshole?" I inserted. "Most people here aren't as close minded as yourself."

The jock seemed like he was getting frustrated with me right about now. His hands were clenched into fists and I could tell he was ready to get into a fight. Just before he could act, a hand came down and gripped his shoulder in just the right way to bring him to his knees.

"Something wrong here?" Franklin asked, crushing the football players shoulder. "I thought I heard an argument."

"This don't have nothing to do with you!" One of the followers hissed, but didn't step forwards.

Franklin smiled. "I'd say otherwise. You see, Romeo here is my friend, and I watch out for my friends. Plus, he's the only player on our team that does defense. Saves me a lot of work."

"Let me go already!" The main asshole growled, clinging onto Franklin's wrist, trying in vein to pull it off him.

The goalie thought for a moment. "Hmm... How about... No."

I have to admit, Franklin can be intimidating when be wants to be. He doesn't even look like a tough guy with the stuff he's usually wearing. Wait a minute...

"Are you wearing the stuff Julian told you to?" I asked, Franklin smiling at me.

"Yeah I am! And you know what? I've been asked to homecoming twice today!"

"Can you talk about this later!?" The jock on his knees begged.

The scary black kid (Ha, he is anything but scary) let the boy go, flexing his hand a little after. "Don't fuck with my friends and we don't have another chat."

The jock glared at Franklin and me, holding onto his shoulder. He turned around and started walking away, but I still heard the last thing he muttered.

"Too bad little Juliet is already messed up."

My blood went cold. My lungs stopped working. My eyesight went red. "What the Hell did you do?"

The football player turned around with a smirk. "Oh, did you hear that?"

"Yes. I did. What did you do?" I growled. "I swear, if you hurt him..."

"You'll what? There are four of us and two of you." He pointed out. "If you really wanna know, just ask him while he sucks you off."

Then the son of a bitch walked off, leaving me wanting to beat him half to death.

"Don't worry, I'm sure Julian's fine." Franklin said, patting me on the back a little. "He's probably hanging out with the nerdy kids and stuff."

"I hope so..."

"Hey." The goalie forced my attention to him. "If they did anything, you know I'll back you. And you know, you've got Chris that would literally kill for you."

A smile crept onto my face. "That's true..."

My phone buzzed quickly in my pocket, and I saw a text message when I pulled it out.

Leaving school early. Don't worry, I'm fine, just don't feel well.

Julian not feeling well could mean a lot of things. Anything from a stomach ache to internal bleeding, and he wouldn't let anyone know the difference. At least he was getting away from here and the stupid football jerks...