BRINGING HIM HOME

CHAPTER FOUR

Easton Brown, the most renowned man, was not only living in grace but glowing in it as well. Growing up as a kid under some harsh conditions, never ever did he feel belonged in society than today. He was bullied, mocked and ridiculed at for whatever he did and even for the things he didn't do. Famous people become famous as a result of a deed they do or a crew they join, but Easton's fame in high school was as a result of the recommendations he had from the Bullying Association. Not only does he allow them to get away with it, but he was always available as well. As such, all the students picked at him; big or small. He had this signature no-emotion expression he fixed on his face once he entered the premises of the school. It was until one day, a young girl in a fluffy dress took his defense. He was broken and torn inside out. He wasn't ready to protest that day. He had no energy to walk away that day. In fact, he had no money on him since it had been stolen from him. So as he laid on the floor, lost in his own thoughts on how he was going to find a way home, they kept kicking and laughing at him. He tried so hard that day not to focus on the pain that came along with it. He could bare the physical torture but he couldn't bare how worthless he was feeling inside. So as he spotted his crush at the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help but release hold of everything. Thoughts of why she was there raced through his mind. He could handle being ridiculed and mocked at from random people. What he couldn't handle was seeing her join the team, so he decided to look up hoping that maybe watching her face was going to make him forget everything for some few seconds. The expression on her face wasn't what he was expecting at all. She looked at him with pure horror and disgust and left.

He must've forgotten to comb his hair that day. He thought to himself.

He was always planning their first encounter in his head. That day ruined everything. Feeling sad for many reasons he couldn't even figure out why, he managed to push himself through the crowd. Of course, the tugging and the pulling of his shirt didn't cease but he refused to stop walking. Making his way to the locker room where everything had began and where they dropped off his bag, he heard someone shout his name.

"Easton boy."

It was the same name his dad used on him whenever shit was about to hit the fan, so the person who used that name that day must've done his research. Easton did stop in his tracks but he didn't turn. It wasn't because of pride. He wasn't sure his neck could endure everything.

"Look at me you piece of shit!"

Again, Easton refused to turn. So the boy decided to make his way to Easton instead. Right after spinning Easton around to meet his gaze, the principal's voice was heard and there she was, the girl in the fluffy dress, standing next to the principal with her finger pointing at Easton. The boy who was now grabbing unto Easton's half-thorn shirt wanted to dash away, but the principal saw the movement and warned him to stay where he was.

"Let him go!" The principal ordered the boy and the boy obliged. Easton was thrusted forward and his body collapsed unto the girl's own. He wasn't unconscious yet, though he was feeling very dizzy, but he refused to straighten up due to the fact that the girl was holding him now. He was in luck and that was all that mattered to him. Should he have died that day, he wasn't going to let that bother him. The principal was talking to the boy but Easton was too weak to pay attention. As he fixed a fraction of his weight on the girl, he couldn't help but notice how nice her hair smelled and how perfectly the sun hit her skin. She wasn't dark and she wasn't fair either. She was more like a breed of the two.

She must've tanned not too long ago. He thought to himself as he adjusted his weight on his other leg.

As if sensing that he was feeling weak, the girl asked for permission from the principal and helped him to the sick bay. He wanted to protest because he didn't like the fact that their moment was suddenly ending. He wasn't sure she was going to stick around after dropping him off at the sick bay. There was nothing attractive about his face. Meaning, she wouldn't be able to stare at him should she feel bored as she waited for him to be treated. They got to the sick bay and she helped the nurse tuck him on bed. He wanted to thank her before she left, but his face was badly bruised. Speaking or making an attempt to speak was going to make him hate and curse himself, so he just looked at her.