Mr. Popular is My Crush

look what you made me do

Everyone around me was either sad or cursing. When Renoir found me all curled up into a ball on the floor, he immediately called Tristan for help, who was with Noah. I was too weak to get up on my own and walk to medical room but I would eventually, if Renoir didn't find me in the first place. 

"I'll kill that bitch!" Hazel, for the hundredth time said that but Renoir pulled her back on the chair. It was either Renoir or Tristan, who stopped her. She was so angry at Scarlett. "I won't leave her. I swear to God."

I pat on the bed lightly, near my leg. "I'm fine, you don't need to do anything."

I tried to get up but it hurt like a bitch near my abdomen and stomach. "They hit you with the fucking baseball bats and you telling me not to do shit?!" Hazel growled out. "The fuck makes you thinks that---"

I glanced at Tristan who was shaking in head. The doctor came back with the X ray reports. "No bone has broken, thankfully, some internal injuries which will be treated with pain killers . I recommended some medicines and ointments for your other injuries. You'll be fine." She smiled before she looked at all of us one by one "Do you want to make any complaints against Scarlett Johnson?" She asked me.

"Well, hell to the fucking yes," Hazel shot up.

"No, I don't." I said at the same time. Hazel threw her famous murderous glare at me in response.

"What is wrong with you?!"

The female doctor stared at Hazel before she raised her eyebrow at me, asking again if I was sure and when I said yes, Hazel was fuming with anger.

She helped me getting up and walking out of medical room with injured leg, stomach, bruised face and bandaged wrist. I was practically limping but it was okay. I was gonna make every okay for me.

Hazel didn't talk to me. She was angry at why didn't I complain on getting the chance. Tristan, Noah and Renoir were walking behind us, quietly. "I don't want to let this go just by a complain." I said to Hazel, who was supporting me on her shoulder.

She side glanced at me, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"This shit involves Scarlett and me. I won't include staff in between. She needs a lesson first, not punishment." I nodded at Hazel. Her mouth turned into an 'o' shape when she got what I meant. She nodded, agreeing with me.

"Uh, we'll see you guys in break or basketball court." Tristan spoke up. "But I prefer you to rest, Kate."

I nodded, about to speak up when I noticed someone standing in front of us. It was Blake. He was staring__ gawking at me. "What the hell happened to you?" He questioned after a minute of silence when he eyed me from head to toe.

No one spoke a word. "Scarlett and her group beat me up." I said casually.

Eyes wide, Blake glanced at his friends and Hazel for confirmation. They all nodded. "Are you kidding me? Why the fuck did they do this shit?!" Blake busted out into sudden anger.

"Chill, it didn't happen for the first time," I scoffed.

Blake looked confused. Actually, all of them. "What do you mean? Did she beat you up before too?" Hazel asked worridly.

"Four times." I let out a bitter laugh. "I was bullied, remember?"

"This is so sick,"

"She was bullied because of you though, don't forget that." Hazel said, staring at Blake in anger. He took a look at his friends, sighing.

I rolled my eyes, pushing Hazel to walk forward. She gestured Blake to get out of the way and when we walked past him, I looked back. "And don't you dare go and threaten her or her friends like you did last time."