The Eyes Of The Devil [BxB] EDITING

Chapter Nineteen

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Oscars pov

I wince as my foot lands in a puddle, the unexpected cool liquid seeping through my shoes. I pause and look down at them, a pathetic sigh leaving my mouth.

I pull my jacket closer around me as I try and pick up my pace, not wanting to be still outside when the rain inevitably starts up again.

As i'm walking I feel my phone buzz.

From: Luke, 8:23AM
Hey, not coming to school today i think i'm sick

I smile fondly at my phone before quickly replying.

To: Luke, 8:23AM
You think? I' was telling you all weekend that you're sick! Please try and rest

I wait seeing the typing bubbles already pop up.

From: Luke, 8:23AM
You think you'll survive war without me?

I let out a laugh, though an ounce of concern still strums through my veins.

To: Luke, 8:23AM
I think i'll be okay. How are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?

From: Luke, 8:24AM
Not so bad anymore, see you later?

I smile softly.

To: Luke, 8:24AM
Of course.

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Oscars pov

I shut my eyes as I feel a fist slam against my cheek, my body colliding with the lockers as I struggle to hold myself up. This wasn't exactly how I hoped my morning would turn out.

I close my eyes as he pulls me forward then slams me back against the locker.

I try to breath but I'm suddenly shoved to the ground, knocking any air out of me. "Don't fucking look it me or get in my way again freak, got that?" I nod quickly, hoping he doesn't hear my uneven breaths.

Panic starts to rise in my chest as I realise oh i really can't breathe. I briefly look up to see Peter towering over me, smirking and before walking away.

I hate that boy. I hate him so much it hurts.

I don't move from sitting leaning against the lockers I attempt to make my heart stop racing. Can't i catch a break? What is it about me that the universe pins as so irredeemable that makes people want to hurt me?

"Oscar?" I'm snapped out of my thoughts and turn, only too see Tyler jogging towards me.

"I'm guessing this was Peter?" I nod as he crouches down next to me. "God I'm gonna kill him I swear to god. You ok lil dude? Damnit Tyler OBVIOUSLY he's not okay!" I smile fondly at Tyler.

"I'm- I'm fine. I just c-can't breathe." He nods and helps me stand up. He continues to spend around five minutes trying to help me breathe as we walk around the corridor.

"You sure I don't need to get anyone?" I hum and lean against the wall.

"I'm ok Tyler I p-promise. I j-just need a mi-minute." I smile softly at him before tilting my head back against the wall. We stand in the empty corridor for a while in silence, Tyler watching me with concern as my breathing finally returns to normal. "T-thankyou for he-helping me." He nods and jumps up to sit on the window ledge across from me.