Until I Was Saved..

Chapter 2

-Warren pov-

So I'm on my way to the bathroom with my hood over my head in hopes that no one would notice me, or the blood seeping out from my now busted lip... or any of the bruises that were forming on my face. I didn't really even have to try as hard as I was. I could have walked through the halls, hood down bruises and all and no one would've noticed, and the few people who do notice are too busy with their extraordinary lives to even pay me any mind.

I finally get into the bathroom and I pull the small first aid kit that I keep for reasons exactly like this out of my backpack. I start to clean up my face the best I can when I hear footsteps come into the bathroom, I don't pay the sound much attention until I hear "What happened to your face?!" I turn my head and see the one out of the two people out of this school that I know that are actually nice to me, but that's not saying much...

Arlo's friendly towards almost everyone, he's the school's matchmaker, the girls refer to him as Cupid on accasion and for some weird reason he's taken a liking to me. (Not like that ya weirdos) He tends to treat me like I'm his little sibling even though I'm technically a few months older than him. I let out a sigh "Same as always." I turn back to the mirror, still tending to my busted lip.

There's a few seconds of silence until I feel I feel a hand on my face. I flinch at first until my head gets turned to the side facing the grey eyed boy. He inspects my bottom lip then takes the wash cloth out of my hand and starts cleaning it.

"You've gotta stop letting people walk all over you Warren. I'm tired of walking in here and seeing you like this." He says as he finishes cleaning my lip. "Well what am I supposed to do? I don't know if you noticed but I'm tiny and he's basically 6ft tall and bullet proof" I remarked as I the rest of my face was being inspected. "Well I dunno maybe you could let me help yo-" "No" I interrupt him before he could finish that sentence. There is no way I'm getting help from anyone. I already feel weak enough as it is, I don't need people fighting my battles for me.

"Accepting help from others doesn't make you weak" I hear him say as I'm packing up my stuff to head to class. "Whatever you say." I pick up my bag and walk out. I don't need help from anyone. I never had it before and I certainly don't need it now.

-Time skip to lunch-

I brought my food to the roof and sat down to eat my meal alone like I always do in hopes of maybe getting some peace before the chaos of my next class.

I sit on the ground and lean against the wall. I sigh and wonder why of all things in this world, I had to be everyone's favorite punching bag. I feel a tear roll down my face followed by another, and another, and so on until I'm sitting on the ground quietly sobbing to myself..

It keeps going like that for what feels like hours until I hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

I ditch my food where it is and hide behind behind an old air conditioning unit while trying to stop the tears. I stay as quiet a I can even though I'm failing miserably. I sit crouched on the ground staring down hoping the sound coming from the fan of the unit is loud enough to muffle my quiet sobbing.

I soon see a pair of small feet in front of me and hear an "Hey... Are you okay?" I look up wondering who it could be and I see....

TO BE CONTINUED! I hope you guys enjoyed, please inform me of any mistakes that have been made and I'll do my best to improve! Also I forgot to do this last chapter but here's a big shoutout to Themaximum379 allowing me to use some of her OCs: Maverick, Arlo, along with a few other characters that have yet to be introduced. Once again thank you for allowing me to bring them into Warren's story, I hope I did their personalities justice so far.