Red Cross

Chapter '2'

I was pulled out of the car and thrown into the waiting truck. I pushed off catching myself, and when I turned to say something to Blake he punched me in the face. It hurt worse then most of his hits and started bleeding. I put my hand on the spot and pulled it back. It was dripping with blood. I looked at him, then to his hand and saw my key set between his fingers. It was only a cut. "Blake what are you doing?..... "
He licked his lips and swung for another hit. I ducked and he hit his hand on the door of the truck. He cursed loudly. I stood up and backed into another guy. Another guy was standing behind Blake and they both looked just as mad. "Guys come on, I d.. I didn't do anything."
These guys were the jocks, the football players, and me I was the teck obsessed "nerd" of the school. My playing field was mechanics, there's was football stadiums, and fields. But that also came with working out the body and not the mind. Which didn't help my case.

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I winced as a cleaning solution was dabbed on my cheek. The nurse was trying to be careful, but it still hurt. She peeled a couple of butterfly bandaids and taped it shut. there were four similar cuts all together and she cleaned, and bandaged them all the same way. She gave me a handful of aspirins for my head, and a glass of water. Medicine always made me feel sick so I tried to decline, telling her I had an allergy. But she pushed, and pushed. I took a few to satisfy her and she let me go, after she checked out a few more of the more serious bruises.

I pulled my hoodie over my face to hide from a few prying eyes. Not that anyone would want to look at me but you get a few curious glances here and there. I got to my locker without incident and got my books. When I turned to leave though I saw her..... Brenna, she was one of the most popular girls in the school. A cheerleader, and gymnast. But she was from the right side of the tracks. But she had a boyfriend. She payed no attention to me as I walked past her little group. All of them had cheer outfits on, miniskirts, and long sleeves, the collar went a little too low for most schools dress codes. In fact the only thing that didn't go against dress code was the sleeves. One girl must've seen me cause they all got quiet and fast. Whispers were traded, snickers were hushed and eyes watched as I walked down the hall to my next class. But I could hear them, most of their words echoed off the walls. "Freak."
"Gag."
"What's he hiding under his hood this time?"
"Where's the pig?"
I let them just go in one ear and out the other. It was easy to get upset, or angry, but sometimes you just had to let it go and let it make you better.

Or worse.....

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Everything that day ran long and we were sent home with extra homework. I had a free period and decided to sit in my car and try and work on some of it. I was a sophomore, and these next two years would probably be the longest ever. I got to my car and got in. I hotwireded it so I could have the air on while I studied. But I rolled down the windows cause I needed a smoke. Man today was going to be rough. I'd already gone through three and I wasn't able to get enough cash to pay Jeff back for buying them. Am I going to have to get another job?

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The bell ended tenth period and everyone rushed out to their cars, bikes, and other modes of transportation, or they hung out on the steps, or grasses. I had practically ran to my car and had gotten in in a matter of minutes. I peeled out before anyone else had and sped off. About half way home I heard a siren and saw flashing lights in my review mirror. Instead of pulling over, I slammed on the gas and gunned down the long stretch. I was going about 70 in a 35 and the officer was keeping pace. I took the turns easily with practiced precision, the officer spun out early on one and had popped a tire. I kept going and reached the trailer park in record time. I passed the new guys trailer and pulled harshly around the building. There was a small "garage" like structure that Jeff's supped up Chevy was still parked in, and I pulled in next to it. I hopped out and ran into the house. I changed in the bathroom, as I undressed I noticed new bruises than I had the night before. I swapped my torn jeans, black tee shirt, and black oversized hoodie, for a pair of old ripped up jeans, the uniform polo and tool belt. I slipped my work boots on and ran back out to my car and took off towards the garage.