To heal a broken heart

Chapter 11

~Jayden's POV~

Sis:

"So I heard, you picked up Holly today? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"

Bruh, sometimes I hate her.

Me:

"Fuck off"

Seriously she can be a real pain in the ass. Making my way through the hallways I don't really look where I'm going. Most of the people here are smart enough to get out of my way anyways.

I have to get to Math right now, one of my worst subjects. I thought about skipping, but since I have to take Holly back today and it's my last class anyways I decided against it.

Fifteen minutes later I already argued with the teacher twice and got a slip for detention for telling him to solve his problems himself. Ignoring it, I lay my head on the table again and close my eyes. Ah, Math can be really relaxing.

"Oh my God, she didn't!", I suddenly hear some girl in front of me squeaking, trying to suppress their laugh.

"She did! Falling down like some dying whale! Just watch the video, it's just a few minutes old! Dave sent it to me immediately", another one giggles in an annoyingly high-pitched voice. I groan at the disruption. Can't they shut their mouth?!

"Well, she's disgusting anyways, may as well eat the dirt!", a third one chimes into the conversation.

"But like doesn't the ground have a hole now?" They giggle more.

"I don't even know her name, but she really is a whale", they continue.

"I think she's called Dolly or something", the first one answers eagerly. Wow, they really like to gossi-

Wait. What the fuck?!

"Show me that fucking video", I interrupt their giggling, my voice deadly. All three of them flip around and stare at me with big, annoying eyes. They look like fishes without water.

"I don't like to repeat myself", I add, slowly getting irritated.

"I- Uh, of course", one of them replies and swiftly gives me her phone. On the screen I see a video opened and immediately click the play button.

There, perfectly presented, I can watch my beautiful Holly struggling to run around the tracks, all alone and out of breath. Sweat rolls down her forehead and I can see her fighting against fatigue, but suddenly there is more. She seems to sway with every step, still pushing herself further. In the background I can hear her classmates laughing at her, saying she's to fat to live.

I grit my teeth in anger, but before I can react any further, I suddenly see her stumbling over her own feet, immediately crashing down on the ground. Strange thing is she doesn't even try to catch herself. It's as if she's already limp, falling face first on the floor. It's when my lungs stop working mid-breath.

In the background the people are cheering and laughing.

After a few seconds I catch myself, breathing again and wondering why the video doesn't stop now, I watch on.

The coach yells for her to get up at first, but when she doesn't react I see him entering the screen, walking up to her. He bends down and shakes her shoulder. I clench my jaw tightly at him touching her soft, naked skin.

Then panic manifests itself in my chest. She doesn't move. She's unconscious.

My mind starts screaming.

Grabbing the phone, not caring about its owner, I get up and run out of the classroom. The phone's owner and my teacher yell in the background, but it's muffled by my panicked thoughts.

Running through the whole school grounds, I finally reach the gym and storm inside. There I see a huge crowd of people standing around something, phones out and filming.

Not minding any of them, I violently push my way through. Surprised cries are heard of the people recognizing me, but I don't fucking care. All that matters is Holly right now.

When I finally reach her I feel my heart getting crushed. She looks pale and lifeless, her eyes are closed and her arms limply lay by her side. The fucking coach has no better idea than to lightly slap her cheeks.

My hand stops him mid-slap, probably bruising his fucking wrist.

"Don't fucking touch her", I growl out.

He looks up in surprise and begins to say something, but I cut him short.

"Everyone back the fuck off! I'm not in the mood to fucking talk!"

Slowly all of them make some room, still filming us, but I don't care.

Carefully grabbing Holly's unconscious frame, I hold onto her neck and legs, lifting her up like the princess she is. Taking my first step out of the scene the assholes around us scurry away like the cockroaches they are.

The coach runs after me, yelling.

"I'm taking her to the nurse. You're obviously to incompetent to do this", I reply with a deadly calmness in my voice. He stops in his tracks, then starts yelling at me even louder.

Suddenly I feel his hand on my shoulder, yanking me back. It causes me to nearly let Holly fall out of my arms and anger boils up in me.

"This is my fucking class and you won't-"

"If you touch me again, I don't give a fuck if you're a teacher or the fucking president, I swear I will punch you in your fucking face."

My murderous gaze meets his. For a second I see new anger burning up in his eyes, but when I clench my jaw again, he immediately lets go, probably noticing how fucking serious I am.

Without wasting anymore time, I hurry to the school's nurse.