Beautiful

Summer

Chapter 7

Jessica was walking down the hall when someone slammed into her, knocking the books from her hands.

She looked up to meet Quinten's gaze and gulped.

"Where's your freak brother? Can't protect you today, huh?" Quinten grew a sickening grin.

"He's sick." Jessica replied softly.

"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon... You die." Quinten said quietly, his face inches from the girl's.

She looked at her watch: It was one twenty already.

"I already gave you my lunch money, what more do you want from me?" Jessica sighed, fear in her voice.

"Don't try to run from me, you'll just make it worse." Quinten rolled his eyes.

Her palms began to sweat, and she started to visibly shake.

She suddenly thought to take a stomach ache and called for the teacher.

"Ow! My appendix feel like they could burst! Teacher, teacher, quick I need the nurse!" Jessica clutched her stomach.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I don't know, my leg, it hurts!" Jessica lied, touching her calf.

"Leg?! I thought you said it was your tummy?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee!" Jessica fibbed, grabbing her knee close to her chest.

"Miss Park, the fun and games are over, and just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework." he sighed.

"But don't you want to give me after school detention?" Jessica said hopefully, resting her leg back down.

"Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and I'm a let him." the teacher smirked.

The color drained from the young girl's face as Quinten snickered, watching the teacher walk away.

Quinten slammed a hand beside her face, making her jump as his face grew dangerously close.

"My dad says all fags go to hell someday, I'm just helping speed the process." he said, his rancid breath all over her face.

"Hold on!" Summer stepped forward, shoving the boy out of her friend's face.

"That is not a reason to hurt someone!" Summer scoffed, crossing her arms.

Jessica stepped away from the lockers, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Yeah? What, are you one of them, too?" Quinten asked, scrunching his face up.

"So what if I was? Gonna beat me up too, Dean?" Summer sized him with her eyes, a look of distaste evident on her face.

Quinten chuckled, glaring between the two girls.

"You're lucky your little dyke friend is here to protect you, fruit. I'll be back tomorrow." Quinten said.

"Oh yeah?" Summer wrapped an arm around Jessica's shoulder, making the girl blush deeply, "Then I'll be here tomorrow waiting for you."