He Saved Me

Chapter thirty three

I sigh, turning to face Patdįck.

"What do you want Patrick?" I mumble, hugging my book to my chest. "What's with all the rumors huh? Something to try and makeup for the fact that you are a sucky person with a terrible personality? That's disgusting, really" He spits out.

"I really don't have time for this" I say, going to walk away from him. He reaches out, his hand pressing against my side. "You're not going anywhere". "Fück" I curse at the sudden pain.

"This isn't funny and it most definitely doesn't make you cool" I say, my hand on my side, trying to ease the pain. Its almost healed but that doesn't mean it can't still hurt. "Oh yeah? Well I find it really fücking funny" He says turning my head, roughly. "What happened there huh?" He looks at the fading bruise. The makeup must have rubbed off. I pull my arm out of his grip, dropping my book in attempt to get someones attention.

"It's non of your business" I say, venom lacing my voice. "No, tell me. I'm curious if the rumors are true" He says. His cold eyes staring at my teary eyes. "Just-" I stutter out. "Just what? Huh?" He provokes. "Just fück off Patrick" I say, stunned at what came out of my mouth. "Oh you little bįt-" He starts.

"Hey, what are you doing man?" The guy in the baseball hat, from earlier says. "Just talking to my friend. Go away Aiden" Patrick says, staring at me. I look at Aiden, pleading for help with my eyes.

He nods, signaling he understands. "No, Mason actually was looking for Leah so I need to steal her" He says standing next to me now. His arms crossed.

Aiden is pretty tall. He practically towers over me. "Whatever, give me a minute. I wanna finish up" Patrick smirks. "Not a chance in hęll. Do you have your stuff Leah?" He says, looking at me. I nod, afraid to use my voice. "Come on" He says , his hand on my back.

"Are you okay?" He whispers as we round the corner. "Yeah, um. Thank you" I smile a little. "Yeah, I heard the book and got curious. Do you want Mason to know about what happened?" He said, stopping by some lockers. "He probably should. But I'll tell him" I say and he nods. "Okay, lets go to my class then. You can pull him out quickly" Aiden says and I nod.

When we get to the class the door is open. "Mr. Thomas. Who's your guest?" The teacher says as he walks in, motioning for me to follow. All eyes are turned to me and when Mason and I make eye contact confusion spreads across his face.

Aiden looks at Mason and points at me, causing worry to spread across his face. "Mrs. D, I'm sorry. I really need to be excused for a minute" Mason says rushing over to me.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asks, looking me up and down. "I'm fine. Really, I ran into Patrick in the hall and he was tormenting me and I guess you can say harassing me too. I just got scared and hurt and then I dropped the book hoping to catch someones attention and I guess Aiden heard and so he helped me get out of it. Please, don't do anything Mason. I'm fine, just a little shaken up" I say, rambling while a couple tears falling down my face.

"Shįt Leah, why can't I do something? This little fücker thinks its okay to treat people like this and its not. He was harassing you? Don't tell me he put his fücking hands on you or so help me God" Mason says, grinding his teeth, his hands balled up into fists.

"I don't want anyone to get hurt. Please, I'm begging you Mason" I hiccup out, taking his hands into mine.

"Did he lay a single finger on you?" Mason stares into my eyes. The sight terrifying me.

I look away, flinching. "He's fücking dead" Mason growls, walking back into the classroom.

"Aiden" He barks out, a terrified look on Aiden's face. The whole class stares at Mason, shock all over their faces. Mason never acts like this.