Luke's POV
After she ran I went out for a smoke, I know it's bad but it's the only thing that helps when I'm stressed out. I puff in the fumes feeling the effects, "you gotta cut that out man" Jack says, I just give him the middle finger and my death glare, I could hear him sigh disappointed. I get half way when I stub it out, "happy now" I groan, "very" he responds sarcastically, I roll my eyes.
We walk in "I'm gonna take a leak" I say to Jack, "ewww that's disgusting" he shrieks, "I'll see you at the lockers" I add and walk towards the bathroom. When I get there I hear someone whisper help, I rush into the girls bathroom, and I see her curled up, her hair covering her face.
I quickly text Jack to come help me, he rushes in as I carry her bridal style down the halls while Jack opens the door. He opens the back car door, I place her in and put the seatbelt on, we quickly drive home. Finally we get there, I carry her to her room, "can you get me a damp cloth" I say concerned, he rushes off and hands me the cloth, I dab the cloth on her forehead, "what do you think happened" I say worriedly, "not sure, I think she had a panic attack" he says
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Teen FictionNOT a true story Abused girl captures bad boys interest, with twists. I suck at this, please just read it. It's amazing, I promise.
