Chapter 4

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***Rachels P/O/V***

Did Triston really just ask me out?! Oh my god this is like the best day of my life!! Oh no I think I've kept him wait too long I must look like an idiot. "Yes I will go out with you," I said with a smile.

"You've just made me the happiest person in the world!" Triston said and hugged me. Cheesy but still really sweet. I'm so happy he likes me the way I like him.

***2 weeks later***

Triston and I have been dating for two weeks and it seems like he is still really into me and I'm glad because I think I love him but I don't want to tell him in case he doesn't like me like that. I'm still getting bullied at school but now I have Josh and Triston to protect me. At school it was my same routine and the good thing is I get to the whole day with Triston. He is an amazing boyfriend and he is so sweet. One day I was walking to my truck when I got hit in the head and fell down. Then this guy came up to me and slapped me in the face. That girl who always bullies me was next to him laughing. She started kicking me while he hit me I couldn't do anything but cry. I heard yelling and then it stopped. When I looked up I saw Josh on top of the guy and punching him. Triston ran over to me and hugged me. I couldn't take it anymore so I let him hold me in his arms as I started to cry. I heard Josh say, "How could you hit a girl like that?!" I felt blood run down my face and I know my heads cracked from the fall. After everything was over and the bullies stopped they drove me to the hospital for my head. "Oh my god Rachel are you okay?!" Triston asked still holding me in his arms.

"Yeah my head pounding tho, thanks Josh for doing that," I said

"No problem. I'm just glad I saw when I did cuz if I didn't they could have killed!" he said not taking his eyes off the road.

I'm so glad Josh is my best friend he will protect me no matter what. When we get to the hospital they look at my head. It took only like 15 minutes until they say that I don't need stitches (thank god) and that can just go home.

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