Lets be Bruised Buddies

Hi there stranger...

Jojo was quietly walking through the hallway of school, almost rushing to get to class. She always had to walk and her teachers were complete jerks, but she had no say in it. She always tried to avoid one hallway in particular, the senior hallway. Even though she is a junior, she has to take that hallway every now and then, but she also had other routes she could take. But obviously not today. Her bully was a snobby girl named Penelopea. Penelopea used to be great friends with Jojo in their sophomore year, but now she acts like every other girl. Not to mention she's dating the school jock, Tatum. "Hey Emo Jojo! What's the rush?" Penelopea nagged. Jojo kept walking with her head low, trying to avoid contact as she passed. That failed. Tatum grabbed Jojo by the arm and drug her back in front of Penelopea. "Hey you little shit she's talking to you." Tatum scowled. Jojo let out a scared whimper, "What do you want..?" "Glad you asked, I want you to just go die in a hole. It would mean one less emo slut in this school", Penelopea said in a snobbish tone. "Well we need less whores like you running around too you know", Jojo retired a little too bravely. "Getting tough aren't we now?" Tatum said cockily while slamming Jojo's books to the ground and shoving her into the locker. "Hey! Leave her alone!" A random boy yelled from across the hallway. He looked unfamiliar, as if he just never went to this school. He wore a musty white hoodie and dark jeans. He also had dark hair. Penelopea and Tatum both looked his way, "Oh are you her boyfriend?" Penelopea sarcastically cooed. "Get lost creep before I kick your ass", Tatum stated. The boy seemed fearless, he just walks right up to all three of them. "I will 'get lost' whenever you two let her go", the boy demanded. Tatum let go of Jojo harshly. When she was free, Jojo isn't care about her books or anything, she just ran out of the school crying when she made it outside. She sat at a picnic table in the courtyard and sobbed. She wished she didn't have to go through this. She wished it would all end... And that's when she remembered the blade she always kept in her shoe. She brought it out slowly and examined it. She rolled up a sleeve and stared down at her wrist, but before she could do anything, someone ripped the blade from her hand and chuncked it away. Jojo isn't even bother to look up to see who it was, she didn't need to when they spoke. "Hi there stranger... You know that was almost very bad right?" It was the boy who helped her, but she didn't say a word and neither did he. He waited a momemt before leaving. Jojo got up finally and decided to walk home. She already knew what awaited for her at home and possibly tomorrow in school. But what she didn't know is that she would have a guest that night. Very late that night.