Morosis

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                                                                                          -Jenny-

Fridays aren't my favorite day of the week...Unlike everyone else. 

       They were the worse...till Mordecai came around. 

Grabbing my bright graphic sock I tug it on my big foot slipping on my high top black converse. 

      I grab my plain white backpack and sneak out the front door. 

This has been my routine ever since Page was brought to the hospital.

 My dad has 2 jobs to keep up with medical bills. I even got a job to help.

I plug in my black earbuds and listen to Somebody else from 1975. 

The sky is still dark due to the time change but I couldn't feel more awake. 

     Today feels off. Like i'm waiting for some world changing world breaking event that I can't return from. 

I try to shake away the thought and repress it to the back of my mind. 

   Some time passes and I see the school. Bounding up the stairs I enter the school. 

Looking around I see some students who are on their phones nursing cups of coffee. 

    Half a hour later students from all ages flood the building. 

I look at my phone and change the music that is flooding into my ears. 

   Feeling a tap on my shoulder I turn to see non other than my best friend. Removing my earbuds I wrap them around my phone after pausing my jams. 

Mordecai is 6 inches taller than me but He tilts his neck when we talk so I cant see up his nose. Thankfully... 

Today we is drowning in a long sleeve plain black shirt with grey distressed skinny jeans with a matching long grey cardigion that happen to be the same shade of grey as the pants. Today a thin black round framed glasses rest on the bridge of his nose that. 

"Why are you wearing glasses?" I immediately say adjusting mine. "You should be blessed to have 2020 vision" Mordecai shrugged his lean shoulders his cardigan threatening to slip off his shoulders. 

"What's the plan for tonight?" He asks leaning against the nearest wall crossing his arms over his chest. 

"I'm thinking a more chill night at my house" I simply say shoving my device in my sweatshirt pocket. "I'm thinking movie night" 

Mordecai didn't respond for a few minutes before he nodded "I vote Disney movies" 

"Let's try a romantic comedy we always watch Disney movies besides it's my turn to pick the movie" I say matter of factly before pivoting on my heel going down the hall. 

It didn't take long for Mordecai's spidy legs to catch up. We walk down the hall together in silence before Mordecai turns into his first hour class.   

After a couple of hours It was finally lunch time. Unfortunately Mordecai and I don't have the same lunch time.

Strolling down to my usual spot I freeze when down the hall two guys. 

They look like they're in a heated argument. The guy with honey blonde hair has his fist at his side looking about to punch the other. 

I don't tolerate bullies, especially now. 

I take off in a sprint flinging my backpack into the empty hallway I launch myself in-between the two men. At the same time I place myself between them a angry fist is plummeted into my torso right at the bottom of my ribs. 

My small frame is launched into the other guy who is thrown into the tall black lockers. 

White-hot pain flows throw my midsection. I crumple to my knees the breath knocked out of my lungs. 

I try to inhale but it feels like i'm breathing in sand.  I clamp my eyes shut kneeling over my knees on the cold floor my forehead nearly to the ground as I wait for the pain to subside. My hand is pressed hard to where the collition happened. 

We stay like this for about 5 minutes. Squinting up I see the suited honey haired guy his face has paled and he is looking at his fist back to me trying to process the scene. 

I can't see the other guy who is still leaning against the lockers behind me. 

I lick my chapped lips and I attempt to stand I breath hard through the pain that is shooting up my body. Clenching my jaw I slowly make my way to my backpack and vanish down the hall to the library. 

Throwing myself at the nearest chair was a mistake. I hiss in pain as I try to situate myself. 

I hear the scratching of the floor nearby and my eyes fall on the guy who punched me. He is seated across from me concern written on his figures. His steel forest green eyes contain the most worry. 

"Je m'appelle Richard" he said a bit of charm in his voice.

"So you're a french dick" I say comically with a wide grin 

He leveled his glare at me clearly annoyed. 

"It's Richard" he corrected folding his hands in front of him like he was in a business meeting instead of whatever this is. 

"I prefer dick it suits you well" He is taken aback for a split second before he recomposed himself. "Listen here douche kabob you can't bully anyone ever, I don't know what went down right there but it isn't a good enough reason to throw punches, nor is coming to apologize lookin as you are in a business fucking meeting I don't know what you do for a living but we are at school" I motion around with my free hand dramatically.  "Not a multimillion company"  I finish with a breath. 

Douche noodle clears his throat before replying "I didn't come to apologize" he started his eyes never leaving mine "I was concerned though..." 

"About your reputation" I interrupt tilting my head sideways slightly. 

"No" he states firmly "About you"

"Well, Im fine thanks" I say sarcastically before I force myself up in one quick motion the pain is an all time high I feel myself fall my vision going black each second. 

Before I black out completely I see my glasses fall off my face a foot away from me I also see the silhouette of Richard rushing over to me his polished shoe stepping on my glasses with the loud crack. 

Blackness then floods my vision. My body goes limp.