Hope

Chapter 7: The Fight

"That went surprisingly well," Bellamy whispered in my ear as we walked the corridor. We had finished the meeting talking about logistics of the departure. Whenever I talked I could feel Madi's eyes glaring at me, almost like she wanted lasers to come out of her eyes and cut me in two. I wasn't bothered though. Everyone else seemed concerned for me now instead of plotting my death. All except for Madi of course.

"Anyone there?" All this thinking must have distracted mind from the conversation at hand. Ah. Right. I forgot to mention Jordan's eyes and who they were glaring at. You guessed it. Bellamy! Like I need any more drama then I already have, you know, with the tumor and all!

"Seriously, are you alright?" Bellamy asked placing a hand on my back.

"Yeah, sorry... I was thinking about something," I responded quickly.

"What were you thinking about?" Bellamy questioned.

"Ummm..." I can't just tell him... "The first group... "

"What about the first group?"

"I just... I wish I was going down, you know, with you... guys. You guys,"

"Yeah. Well, uh, you need to consult with Abby,"

"Yeah, I know," I told him.

I heard frantic footsteps aproaching from behind us, so I turned to see who it was. As soon as I saw, I turned back around and whispered to Bellamy, "Just keep moving."

"Who is it?" He whispered back.

"Jordan," I told him.

"I thought we liked him," he responded.

"We do, just... keep moving,"

"Hope! Hope! I need to talk to you," I heard Jordan's voice call out.

"I'm sorta busy right now," I called back.

"Come on hope, just a few minutes," he pleaded.

"Okay..." I responded to the voice. I then turned my attention to the man standing next to me and told him, "I'll see you later, Bell."

"Okay, see you."

I walked to the boy standing a little bit away. "What?"

"First of all, how could you not tell me you have a tumor? I'm your best friend, for gods sake! Second of all, what was that with Bellamy? When did that happen?" He ranted.

"'First of all', I mocked him, "I'm not that 8 year old girl anymore. We were bestfriends until I had to grow up by myself. 'Second of all', nothing is going on with me and Bellamy."

"Oh, nothing? That's some bullshi-,"

"No it's not! Why do you even care?" I asked.

"I just wanted to know when you became a slut," He screamed. I was completly frozen.

"What the hell did you just say to her?" A voice said from behind me. I turned my head to see Bellamy walking towards us.

"This isn't your fight, Bellamy," Jordan screamed.

"No, Jordan, you just made it my fight," Bellamy said.

Jordan leaped at Bellamy, knocking them both to the ground. They rolled around, but Jordan ended up pinning Bell down to the ground and just kept hitting him, over and over.

"STOP!" I pleaded to him, "Jordan, please! Stop!" Tears started to roll down my cheeks. "Please, stop! Jordan!"