Give To Skinny Love

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    I almost wanted to laugh at Christie. Tyler wouldn't fight anyone without a reason, but I wasn't aware of Luke's morals. I probably shouldn't, but I was beginning to have my doubts about him in this moment. If those two were fighting then I'd have this power to stop it, but at a price.

     “What are you talking about? Why are they fighting?” My eyebrows were knitted together, a worried tone took over my voice. I really didn't want to believe that they were fighting, because I'd have two infuriating boys on my hands and I couldn't take the stress.

     Christie gave me a look as if to say ‘are you kidding me?’ I just shrugged my shoulders, closing my locker and giving her all my attention. She just shook her head so fast that I was afraid it'd fall off. “No time to explain, they're both fighting and last thing I saw before running to you was Luke's mouth bleeding."

     My eyes widened and I ran ahead of Christie, but she had to grab my hand and pull me in the right direction. When we reached where the boys were fighting, there was already a large crowd around the two. It wasn't often we had fights; especially those between a god and a favorite. I pushed my way through the crowd, trying not to go deaf from everyone shouting in my ears. At one point someone pushed me back, until someone noticed who I was.

     “Dude, let her see,” some guy laughed. The other guy obeyed and I made my way through to the front — finally.

     At that exact moment, upon laying my eyes on both my brother and Luke, I suddenly became extremely reluctant to help them. Luke was beneath Tyler, who was furiously pounding his fist against Luke's face. Blood not only came out of Luke's mouth, like how Christie said, it was now coming from his noise with a bruise around his right eye. Tyler didn't seem as bad; he only had a bruise on his left cheek and a split lip. I didn't know what to do.

     I felt a hand rest on my shoulder, and I cautiously turned my head. My eyes were filled with terror on the verge of tears and my knees were shaking. Christie gave a worried look and asked me something that I couldn't hear. Her voice was drowned out. In fact, everyone's cheering for one male to win over the other was drowning. The once bright luminescent lights of the school were dimming and I couldn't say anything. I couldn't stop the feeling, because it was taking control over my actions. I wanted to yell for Tyler, for Luke, for Christie to help. Yet, next thing I know is that I'm falling. Right before I hit the ground, someone catches me and everything fades to black rapidly.

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     My head was throbbing and my throat felt dry. I didn't want to open my eyes, for some reason. Instead I snuggled closer into the blankets, but it felt like a piece of fabric over something hard. It was still squishy, but not the kind my comforter usually felt like. It was a lot warmer than usual, sending shivers down my spine. It felt good. I clutched onto it for it to come closer, yet it flinched at my force. I opened my eyes and saw I was holding a clump of someone's shirt. I looked up and saw Luke with his beaten face. My eyes widened, remembering what I saw earlier. I had never been good with violence, much less people I adored.

     Luke looked down at me with a gentle, soft look in his eyes — you could see a tint of pain in his face, though. Something felt as if it was clawing its way up my throat, threatening to spill. I closed my eyes tightly, avoiding Luke's contact.  Then I felt a hand holding my face, Luke's thumb caressing my cheek.

     “Your brother can punch, I'll give him that." I opened my eyes and saw a sad smile sprawled across his face. Those vibrant emerald eyes never faltered, they stayed bright no matter what, it seemed. “Please, don't cry,” He cooed as he settled his ad on top of mine. Cry? I was crying?