What If?

3. Sound the Alarm

I'm so sorry guys. I just realized that I failed to put who's perspective each chapter was in.
Chapter one was in Taylor's POV
Chapter two was in Neil's POV
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Neil's POV

I honestly don't see the point in school.
I'm not gonna use a damn thing I "learn" here anyway.
I make my way through the halls with my head down, feeling eyes watch me.
Some people blurt out a 'Hey Neil' or wave.
I walk past a group of girls and hear the giggles and whispers that follow me down the hall.
I hate all the attention I get here, and everywhere else, actually.
My dad owns this town's biggest, hotel. A movie theater, car lot, and restaurant.
To say he's a big shot is an understatement.
Being the only son I was always spoiled, until my mother cheated on my father and everything changed.
In my father's eyes it was somehow my fault.
After all that happened I was shoved to the side. I can't do anything to please my father, and my mother just doesn't care about me anymore.
If neither of them care, why should I?
I'm lost in thought when I feel a large hand grab my should.
Out of instinct I turn on my heel and swing my fist with all the force I can manage.
My fist connects with a strong jaw, and I feel a fist collide into my side.
There's two.
I don't really know what happens next because I black out.

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Taylor's POV

I see him fall to the ground, two guys wailing on him.
He was holding his own for the first few minutes, but after the second guy kicked him in the back of the knees it was all over for him.
After I found my voice I went running towards them, "Hey! Hey get off him!"
Without thinking I wedge myself between a fist and dinner boy's face.
As soon as the violence is stopped an out of breath teacher rounds the corner.
Where are they when you really need them?
I roll my eyes and hover protectively over dinner boy.
I see his eyes slowly flutter open to reveal his bright green eyes.
Eyes I haven't forgotten since that night in the dinner.
I gently wipe a bit of blood from his lip and he winces.
After a moment the gratitude slips from his eyes and is replaced by cold, hard distance.
He leans up on one elbow, "What the fuck are you doing? I didn't need your help."
I'm taken aback by his harsh words after me just helping him, but after a moment I regain my composure.
"I~I'm sorry. I just didn't want them to hurt you anymore."
He just stares into my eyes for a moment, then jumps to his feet and grumbles, "Fuck off. I'm not hurt."
I watch, embarrassed, as he makes his way out the back door and disappears.

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I know, another short one.
Hope you guys enjoyed it though.
I'm really excited to be writing this, so I hope it turns out good in the end.

01/22/2019
6:14pm