Magcon Bullied Me ((UNDER EDITING))

Four

Steffani POV

I keep my arms exactly where they are, praying that everyone's eyes aren't on me at all. Although I highly doubt that. I move my arm a bit to see mostly everyone staring at me with widened eyes and worried expressions mixed with confusion set on their faces. I feel myself swallow nervously. Nice going Steff. I move my arm slightly as I notice Taylor bolt to my side quickly from where he is. I let out a small yelp as he leans down to touch my shoulder, "Get the hell away from me!" I feel my arms tighten around myself.

This is a dream, it's gotta be. The boys are out if my lives. I'm really just back at home, in Loma linda, asleep in my comfortable king sized bed holding my giant stuffed bear named Berry. I just have to wake myself up.

I try pinching myself but mutter an "ow" under my breathe due to the pain. I try again only to earn an "ouch" from myself.

Realization hits me like a truck pouring potatoes onto a living person only to be greeted by death.

This is real Steff.

I shakily breathe in before glancing up again, only to see everyone with the same expressions. I avert my eyes only for them to land on Matthew, standing just a few feet away with a worried expression written all over his face. I feel myself breathe in slowly. I really need to stop and just get up. I can't believe how childish I'm acting right now, wow.

But they're are all here.

I hear someone stop right beside me, "Steffi, come on," I hear Matthew's voice whisper to me. I raise my head, connecting eyes with him as he raises his eyebrows, nodding once. I fight letting out a sigh. I'm not usually like this. I face everything I need to- but apparently you boys are a weakness or something.

"Take my hand, please." My thoughts get interrupted by Matthew again. I avert my eyes to his hand extended down towards me to take. I bring my gaze to meet his, seeing his eyes filled with what looks like curiosity. Why would someone be curious about me? I look down quickly, feeling my cheeks turn red like a blushing anime character.

I hate how I turn red so easily- someone can make a stupid pun and I'll turn red from being embarrassed or something ridiculous like that.

I take his hand in mine, keeping my gaze down as I stand upright with ease. Well, not with ease, I had to clutch onto Matthew in order to stand, but I'm on my feet now which is all that matters. I glance to Matthew beside me to see him with a small smirk set on his lips. I raise an eyebrow at him.

He glances down to our entwined hands, making me look down as well to see our joined hands. I feel everyone's eyes on us before Taylor speaks, "What the hell is going on?" He questions walking towards me and Matthew.

Flashbacks hit me with force from when I would get hit by Taylor as his steps near us. I lean towards Matthew, pushing myself into his side as I hold his hand more tightly. I fight the urge to rest my head against his chest, since I'm too short to reach his shoulder, and close my eyes. I feel his eyes on me as he breathes in. I feel his soft hand leave mine as he wraps his arm around my shoulder, holding me to his side.

I glance up to him to see him with a smile as Taylor stops walking in front of us. I look to him to see him with crossed arms and an expression you would most likely see if someone were giving birth and you had no idea what to do. He shakes his head waiting for one of us to reply. I narrow my eyes on Taylor as he raises his eyebrows. I bite my tongue to keep from exploding and ranting about how they were all assholes to me.