Fire Meet Gasoline

Chapter Three

Enjoy! This chapter contains: BLOOD AND VIOLENCE!!
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Adamʼs pov

I couldn't sleep that night. I don't know how many times did I turn the pillow to the cold side.. But I was too distracted. I never had too much friends, I-- didn't even know how does having a ʼBest friendʼ feel.

Because Scott was the only friend I had; I sometimes think he's ashamed of me.

I wonder what is Lawrence thinking.

That morning I arrived to school pretty late... To get you know my situation; I was the weirdo. The one who never talked to anyone, the one that have never been on a party.. And the one that was bullied his whole high school.

I sighed as I heard the bell for my last class.

Let's get this over with.

I literally crawled to my next class, and sat down to the very back.

That's weird... Other pussies didn't open their mouth at me today.
What a lucky day I have?

Unfortunately, I spoke too soon.

I never gave a crap about fucking school, I got tired of it as soon as everyone began to have fun of me.
I was very unlucky person.

The bell Rang, the school was over. A grin ran out of my mouth as I stood up and almost ran out of the building.

But--

"Ow!"

I fell.

"What the fuck?!" I sat up.

Fucking guys from this school. I hate them.

They laughed. And that's all they did. Just-- this is so really funny.

"Ow.." I rubbed my forehead, that I hit while falling.

"Ow? This hurt you, little twink?" The tallest boy out of them started talking to me.

"I don't have time for your shit man." I snapped at him and grabbed my things, standing up.

He pushed me down again, I actually didn't see that coming - he always just let that go.

I looked up, confused.

"What's your fucking problem?" I took a deep breath.

"What's my problem?! You are my problem. And everyone else's too!"

I didn't see that coming. Not a chance.. But what he did, scared the shit out of me..

He grabbed my neck and pulled me up, and let me go when I was standing.

I gasped for air, and my fearful face said it all.

I was about to run.. But he grabbed my shirt, and pulled me back.

The others were just fucking staring! I don't understand why anyone of all people couldn't do anything.

"Fight!!" I heard from the crowd.

I gulped. "Don't-- you don't-- have to hurt me-- just tell me what-what do you want." I looked at the guy.

He snickered.....
But not the way Lawrence did.

Oh-- I wish Lawrence was there. I wish It so badly-- if only he could stand up for me now..

The guy actually punched me.
Right to my face. To my nose.

"St--op" I took a deep breath-- this hurt so badly. A few tears from pain fell down my eyes.

He pushed me to the school Cabinets and gave me another punch-- and this time even blood Sprayed from my nose.

"No.." I catched his hands trying to stop him from giving me another punch.

"Hey-- you should slow down, you'll kill him." A woman voice said.

"I won't kill him so easily," He said so much confident and gave me another punch-- I gasped for air.

The second later I fell down the ground, and the blood was all around my face.

As I said-- I spoke too soon. I never thought they would do something like that; and yet I had no one to share this with.

"That's enough. Let's go away."
They all left. The crowd too. They all left me behind again, and nobody had the balls to help me; because of this guy.

Why was this happening to me? Only me? Why did they choose me?

But enough to know that I have nobody to call, or to pick me up. My parents didn't care, and so much I didn't want to contact them.

Then I realized--

Lawrence.

He was the only one who was talking to me-- yet, he was a doctor, so, bingo.

I felt relieved when I remembered that yesterday he gave me a contact. Thank god.

I crawled to the exit. I crawled, because I hadn't got any strength.

Okay. I had. But I didn't want to use any. I was a weak bitch...

Because my blood was everywhere..

I cried, but that's the last thing I cared about. I desperately tried to find my mobile phone in my backpack, and when I did I looked around to check if someone was there.

Nobody, cool.

Both of my hands were bloody, because I had to hold my nose.

I quickly clicked on ʼLawrence Gordonʼ and pressed call.

.......It was ringing........

"Please-- pick up.. Pick up, Lawrence--"

I began to cry again, bitting on my lip and I put my head down to the floor.

How was nobody there?? Not even a teacher?! That fucking assholes!

"Hello?"

I gasped-- it took me a second to realize, Lawrence picked up. My chest went high, from the happy feeling.

"Hello, who's there?"

"He-y, It's Adam--" I struggled out. I closed my eyes...

"Adam-- oh! Hey! I knew you would call-"

"I'm sorry-- but cou--ld you please pick me u-up?"

"What? Are you okay?"

"Not-- really."

"Where are you?" His voice was worried.

I had to smile at the worried voice. No one was ever worried about me so much.

"At my school.."

"That's where?"

"________ street"

"Okay-- hold on, breathe, I'll be there in two minutes."

He hang up.

Two minutes. Two minutes and someone will pick me up.

The first time, I'm not picking my ass up, or not ending up on school hospital.

My phone was covered in blood.

I gave up, until I heard my phone ringing again.
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To be continued!

;) interesting, huh? How will Lawrence react? Will Adam tell him?

See in chapter four!