Moving on with the Bully (Book 2 of the Bullied Series)

Chapter 13

Adrien's POV

I walked out of the airport without any clue as to where I was going. I honestly didn't care where I was going. I walked along the sidewalk, not caring that I bumped shoulders with people who passed by me. I didn't think as I walked, but I did recount every thing Marinette said to me. Why would she say those things? Why would she say things that she knew were a touchy subject for me? Why was she pushing me away from her?

I stopped in my tracks when I came to the revelation of what she was trying to do by being so rude to me. She was trying to push me away to protect me. She hurt me and yet protected me at the same exact time. Marinette had mentioned a boy before that had been harmed because he tried to help her; maybe she was trying to keep me away to save me from the same fate as her other friend. She wanted me to leave her and get as far away as possible, so her parent's wouldn't find me.

I felt a pang of guilt for not coming to the conclusion sooner. I could have avoided that whole confrontation. I also felt bad for being mean back to her.

In the middle of the sidewalk in Switzerland, I made up my plan. I was going to save Marinette from her parent's by coming up with the proof myself. I was going to buy a house near hers, go to school with her, and follow her around. That sounds like a stalker, and it probably is, but if it helps Marinette out of her current situation, I would do it.

I turned around, and headed back into the airport to talk to Natalie, and let her know that Operation: Get Marinette out of her abusive family was a go.

LE TIME SKIP

We were both joining into the Swiss school system 6 months after the school year had started. She joined a week earlier than me, and I had the school give me the same schedule as her. I went to school, and tried continually to talk with her, but she never talked to me. I would try and speak to her in the halls, but she would just pick up the pace. I walked her home everyday—more like I walked closely behind to make sure she got home safe. She sure as hell was stubborn. If she thought she was stubborn, I was certainly more.

On Friday after school, I was in the bathroom when the final bell rang. I grabbed my stuff, and made my way toward the front entrance Mari left from each day. After waiting a few minutes, she didn't come. I immediately grew concerned. I decided to go to she locker, and see if she were there. I rounded the corner to her locker, and saw 4 boys standing around and talking to her. They were tall guys that towered over her small frame. She seemed uncomfortable, she was shifting from foot to foot and eyeing the locker.

"We hear French girls are great kissers," one of the boys laughed. "You know, with French kissing and all."

The boys laughed along with their thick accented friend.

Another boy added, "They also say you guys are the best lovers. You would have to be since you live in the city of love."

They all nodded, and fist pumped the guy.

"We hear that French girls don't shave. Want to give us a peek?" The tallest guy laughed whiling stepping toward her.

Marinette opened her mouth to respond, but I stepped forward first and said, "Leave her alone, assholes."

They all turned their heads toward me, but my eyes were still on Marinette. Her ocean blue eyes sparkled when she made eye contact, but she quickly looked away. I looked at all of the guys again with disgust.

"I'm sorry, did the model boy actually just talk to us?" The first guy who spoke asked. His posse chuckled at his joke.

"The model boy who makes a shit ton of money did speak to you," I replied. "Glad your small brain could compute that."

"You're dead," the tallest boy spat before launching himself at me.

I heard Marinette yell, "No!"

The guy attacked me with punches to the gut, until I was on the ground. All of them joined in the beat down where they punched, kicked, and insulted. I took it all because I'd rather they beat the shit out of me then harass my Marinette.

They grew bored after I stopped grunting when they assaulted me, so they left. I laid there on the ground with no regrets. Marinette was safe. I looked at her, and wondered if she was alright. From my position on the ground, I could see her eyes full of worry. She started to walk toward me, but stopped mid stride. Marinette stared at me before looking ahead. She walked swiftly while staring at the exit to the building.

When she was directly next to my aching body she told me, "I can't see you get more hurt, so please just leave me alone." And then she left the school and me to tend to my wounds alone.

Hey, guys! I know it's short, but the next few will be longer. I hope you enjoyed!