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2 - Anger Management

ELLA

I walked back inside only to fin that the mysterious chocolate eyed boy had disappeared into the crowds. I don't even know his name!

I'd never seen him before and he seemed to have an accent that had to have come from Australia. I normally get frustrated by accents but I liked his, maybe he was from Australia on exchange. Everyone seems to want to come to American schools. I don't know why, they're just depressing. I don't know why this boy was now intruding on all of my thoughts but I didn't like it. Last time this happened... I don't even want to think about it.

There was an announcement over the speakers to get our timetables and I wa dreading what was going to happen.

I walked to the classroom to get mine and I was immediately confronted by Ashton.

"Hey Harvy how was your summer break?" He asked with his smirk that sent shiver down my spine.

"Why do you need to know?" I asked trying to sound confident but resulting in the opposite.

"Because I want to know Harvy" he smirked at me again.

"Please leave me alone" I whispered.

"Well I can do whatever I feel like Harvy!" He seemed to be getting angry and I didn't want to get hurt.

"My break was terrible." I snapped at him and he only kept smirking. This wasn't going to leave me without a couple of bruises.

"Was it because you didn't get to see me?" I was seriously considering kicking him in the balls and running but he would find me and probably kill me.

"Why would I want to see you?" I could see his face turn red with anger and he brought his fist back and all I could do was turn my head ad shut my eyes backed up against the wall. I covered my hands over my face and started crying my whole body shaking. I could see a shadow move in front of me and I slowly looked up to see the back of someone for the second time today.

"That's real low." He said I could see his hands curl up into a ball.

"Yeah? Well she was rude to me." Ashton sounded like a 2 year old.

"Why the hell would you even think of punching a girl?" The mystery boy asked him truly angry now. "Just get out of here."

Ashton glared at me before turning and walking away. The boy turned away and smiled, the prettiest smile before offering him my hand. I reached up and caught my sleeve just before it slipped down low enough for him to see th red lines on my wrist. He pulled me up with ease but I just started crying more. Why was it tht whenever I seemed to run into this boy I was crying. He held me to his chest and I sobbed probably ruining his shirt but he didn't seem to mind. He just held me tighter.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "My name is Calum, Calum Hood."