I'm Sorry (Not Really)

Chapter Five

     

Beasts beat,

The weak will weep,

Until the day,

When acute beats brute.

~A. F.

     "You think you're so tough don't you new kid?" I blinked up innocently at the guy who'd spoken, he had shaggy long hair that was over brushed and his uniform had stains all over it, grass stains from the look of it.

         "Well, I know I'm smarter than you," I admitted. Apparently, this made him mad as he acted as if he was about to punch me when Chad showed up.

          "Not yet Milcent," he said as he made his way over, the guys parted to let Chad into the center of the group, right in front of me.

          I scoffed, "What, going to tell me to meet you after school so you can beat me up without getting caught?"

          He sneered at me and threw a punch at my face, I must say, I didn't expect it and it hit me square in the jaw. I recoiled slightly, working my jaw out quickly before glaring at him, "No," he said, "I'm going to beat you up right here and now." I felt two of the other guys, who I'll call Chads 'lackeys' grab my arms and hold me still.

          "Cheap trick. Afraid to face me yourself so you have some of your minions hold me back," I spat. If I wounded his pride enough or made the people that see him as power figure doubt him, he'll tell them to let me go so he can beat me up himself. The thing is, I can't fight, but I can run. I saw his eyes dart to the people holding me and to the others in the group, they had starting murmuring amongst themselves, which is perfect to cause doubt, even if that's not what they're talking about.

          "I'm not the one about to be beaten to a pulp," I thought he was done talking but he continued, "let him go, I'll deal with the brat by myself." The people that were holding me roughly pushed me forward so I tripped and fell in front of Chad. Disgusting, it's like I'm kneeling before him. I looked up at him and glared, I saw him shift his weight to his other leg and bring his knee up to kick me, quickly I darted out of the way so he missed me. He cussed as he reached down to get me, I jumped up and tried to push my way through the shocked people. I was almost home free until someone grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked backward, causing me to choke and splutter, grabbing at my collar.

          "Hey!" I heard a thickly accented boy call out from off to the side, "Stop that!"

          "Mind your own business, exchangey," I heard Chad snarl. Whichever of his lackeys that caught me held me still for Chad again, though while Chad was busy cracking his knuckles and laughing with his buddies the person who spoke up earlier came into view. He had dark red, curly hair, dark brown eyes with extremely pale skin.

          He tapped on Chad's shoulder, interrupting Chad's annoyingly long monologue and when Chad turned around he punched him right in the nose while he cursed at him, "You fucking thick blaggard! Shut the bloody hell up!"

          Chad yelped and clutched his nose, "You broke it! The Irish freak broke my nose!" He kept yelling, his friends moved in on the red-haired kid who broke out in a sprint, I did the same.

          Chad's lackeys chased us out of the cafeteria and outside until the red-haired kid faked them out and lost them. I still had a few following me but managed to lose them in the crowd of kids outside hanging out for study hall, which was right after lunch luckily enough. I made my way around until I saw the kid who had 'saved' me leaning against the back of the school, catching his breath.

          "What's your name?" I asked him, he jumped and looked at me wide-eyed obviously having just noticed me.

           "My.. name?" He sounded like he couldn't believe his ears, "You're asking for my name?"

           I rolled my eyes, "Yes. You do have one, don't you? Or am I to just call you 'The Irish Freak'?" I quoted Chad earlier.

          He shook his head, "Don't say that. My name is Samual. Samual Ryan." Judging from his accent and nickname, I'd gage he's Irish, and most likely an exchange student. I nodded, walking over to him while looking him up and down, he's cute, I'll give him that. He seemed to notice me looking him over because he got fidgety and kept wringing his hands together. Compared to his stunt with Chad, I thought he'd be a lot more confident but now he seems like a little ball of nerves.

          "Hm." I thought for a moment, "Well, I'm Thomas."

          "Just Thomas?" I shrugged in response, not feeling like giving him my last name, "Oh, well, I'll be going then," he hesitated, "if that's all?" He glanced back at me as he stood up from the wall and made like he was going to leave.

          "You're an exchange student, right? From Ireland?" He stopped and looked at me, nodding slowly, still wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights, "Do you have any friends?" He shook his head no, "Well now you do." I took a piece of paper from my bag and wrote my number on it before pressing it into his hand, "That's my number. Text me." I felt his gaze on me as I walked past him and back into the school building for the last half of my classes. I'm not sure what made me give him my number, he doesn't have any friends so he won't be of any use. If anything his unpopular social status will only bring me down. Maybe it was how cute he looked, damn red hair and pale skin. Whatever even if it was just because of his looks at least then I'll have a fun toy to play with. I smirked at my paper at this thought. Yeah, he'd be a fun toy.