Death Metal

Tap Period

One of the various classes i have with Eli. He's usually tucked away in a corner with a couple of his classmates talking. Today seemed to be no different other than the fact that i was texting some asshole and Eli friended me on Facebook. I accepted his friend request.

-what's buggin you?- Elijah Birch

-some duche i met a couple of weeks ago-

I opened the chat bubble and continued trying to get out of this guys trap.

-oh?- Elijah Birch

-what happened?- Elijah Birch

-i was being hit on so i indulge him for a few moments before the fuck face decided that it was alright to touch me.-

-he touched you?- Elijah Birch

-i launched him over my shoulder and stormed off.-

-He touched you- Elijah Birch

-wait- Elijah Birch

-you gave him your number?- Elijah Birch

-that's how i indulged him-

-also!-

-i'm not explaining how or where he touched-

-oh my god you were molested- Elijah Birch

-God No-

-just simply touching anyone sexually without consent is called molesting.- Elijah Birch

-okay-

-yeah then i was molested-

-you okay?- Elijah Birch

-yeah, i'm fine. Like i said, i threw him over my shoulder-

I glanced over to see him staring directly at me. We locked eyes.

"I'm fine" i snapped getting up. His group seemed confused and Eli just looked far more worried. I groaned as he got up to join me at my seat. He knelt down next to my seat.

"Jaz." he sighed.

"Dude. i'm fine." i said he sighed standing up, pulling the seat out next to me. Confusing his classmates even more. I watched him for a moment before getting up grabbing my bag. I stormed out of the classroom.

"He's not going to talk to the teacher first?" one of his pals questioned walking over to him. I looked over at the teacher, she nodded and out i went. I sat in the library reading in the far corner avoiding people. I turned the page in time to get pulled up from my seat by some douchebag. He glared at me, sharing the same disgusted look.

"Why are you here?!" he snapped. I removed his hands from my hoody.

"It's a library. I'm reading." i stated

"No, no. not here, HERE! All the girls are going to fall for your british bullshit." he snapped

"Then it's a good thing i'm gay. Fuck off" i snapped silencing the guy.

"Gay?" he questioned stepping closer

"Yes, go away" i snapped. He took my chin his hand, lifting to the point where i was looking at him.

"Why?" he asked

"The fuck are you going on about? Weren't you flipping over the fact i was going to steal all the girls?" i questioned removing his hand from my face.

"I can swing either way." he whispered leaning closer to me. I pushed him back, which in hindsight wasn't wise. He grabbed my hand knocking my feet out from under me, i fell right back into the beanbag chair with him hovering over me. How the bloody hell am i too get out of this!? He leaned closer, intertwining our fingers, lips barely inches apart. I felt the same blood-boiling, pissed off, hate that i have felt dozens of times before. The footsteps approaching us didn't help. I tried to get my hands free, giving him the chance to get both my hands above my head trapped under one of his, guiding his free hand down my chest to my pants, before he was yanked off. I shot up clutching my knees, Eli stood glaring him down.

"Oh, what are you going to do? Hit me?" he asked "you'll just get suspended"

"What are you going to get out of assaulting someone?!" Eli snapped

"Pleasure" he stated smirking at me. I got off the chair, storming over. I slammed my fist right into his jaw causing him to stumble back.

"Incorrect answer" i snapped leaving in a fit of rage. Eli followed, with the obvious question on his mind.

"Are you okay?" he asked, i sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, unfortunately i'm used to the entire thing" i grumbled

"Used to- Jaz! That's not something that you should get used to!" Eli exclaimed causing me to shrug.

"I went into boxing because of it." i stated crossing my arms "i really need to take up classes again."