Married To Protect You (DISCONTINUED; NEW AUTHOR)

Eight:- And Most Of All

~Justin’s point of view~
 
 
-Lunch-
 
 
The bell rang and everyone got out from the class. I sighed. I waited ‘til everyone was out and they did. I slowly pushed my chair to my desk and said Goodbye to the teacher before getting out.
 
 
 
As I made my way to my locker, everybody would bump my shoulders purposely and some would push me into all different directions. I grunted when a few guys purposely stepped on my foot.
 
 
 
Once I’ve reached my locker, I twisted in my combination and opened it. I set some of my books in. While doing that, I heard snickers and people saying,
 
 
“Pfft, what a joke.”
 
“You don’t belong here.”
 
“Nothing but s**t.”
 
“Piss off.”
 
 
I gripped tighter on the door of my locker. What did I ever do to them to deserve this? I huffed and closed my locker. The moment I turned around, I got punched hard in the jaw causing me to fly off and landed hard on the ground.
 
 
 
I groaned and arched my back in pain. I tasted . . . blood. Damn. I wince but look straight to see it was David with an evil smirk. He punched me. Why am I not surprised?
 
 
 
He high-fived to his friends like they just aimed a goal then, he turned to me. “You’re always an entertainment, aren’t ya’, Bieber?” He scoffed. I just ignored him and tried to get up.
 
 
 
“Hey! Who gives you the right to get up?!” David shouted as he charged for me. When he did, his fist was raised. I put my arms up to defend myself but I knew that was no good.
 
 
 
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a punch but I wasn't feeling the pain. I heard shocking/horrifying gasps from everyone. I took down my hands and looked up.



 My whole face went white at the sight. "H-He j-just p-punched D-Darielle!!" Yeah, Darielle saved me once again. But this time, she took a punch for me.



You should see the look on David's face! One word: Horror. Darielle straighten up and stuffed her hands in her pockets as she lifted her head up revealing a sly smirk.



"You punch like a girl." She spoke straight forward. I slowly got up and stood behind Darielle. David looks mad. Everyone was snickering. "You're a girl! You think you can punch any better?!" He shouted angrily.



She didn't answer but kept the smirk. I was trembling by now. "D-Darielle, w-we should g-go." I say to her. She turned around to look at me. She smiled sweetly and nodded.



My heart pounded when she smiled. It was calming. Damn, my jaw hurts. We both turned around and started walking away. "HEY, BIEBER!! We're not finished yet!!" David shouted as I heard footsteps running closer.



I braced myself. At the corner of my eye, Darielle swiftly spun her heel and BOOM! She punched David making him fly far 'til he landed on the ground, face first.



The punch made his face bloody. I swear I saw a tooth flew out and heard a crack from his nose. "Actually, yeah. I think I can punch any better." She answered with a grin.



Right now, I'm trembling uncontrollably. David groaned in pain but managed to get up with the help of his friends or should I say; 'puppies'. He spat out some blood and a few teeth making every disgusted yet scared.



"Why are you defending the shame of the school!? He's not a looker for all we know! He's an ugly piece of s***!" He exclaimed making everyone laugh.



I hung my head down as I tightly shut my eyes and gritted my teeth. Don't cry . . . Don't cry . . . Don't- Too late. I saw Darielle looking at me at the corner of my eye.



The first girl/person to ever saw me cry. I looked down and notice her fists tightens making the veins visible. "Why?" She spoke softly yet hard making everyone the laughter die down slowly.



"Because he is innocent, caring, unconceited, isn't a jerk, cute, loving and most of all . . ." She trailed and turned her body 'til she was looking at me.



She wraps her arms around my neck and pressed our bodies together & smashed her lips onto mine. My whole body went to shock. Even everyone was frozen.



My eyes were widened yet the tears were still there. She pulls away letting me breathe but somehow . . . I can't. She turns her head to David with a smirk on but her arms were still on my neck. She finished her sentence with this;

"He's my lover."