Just a Loser With a Camera

Knights In... Tanktops and Shorts?

"Are you sure we shouldn't take her to a hospital?" Delilah heard one of the guys say to another as she woke up. She was on a couch in a house, presumably the house belonging to the four.

"It's fine. I've gotten bloodied noses and I didn't go to the hospital. Besides, the girl looks likes she's been through a lot. The last thing we want to do is upset her with drama of an ER visit." The two conversing were A shorter, black and curly haired guy and a bit taller guy with spiky hair.

"I guess you're right," the curly-haired one responded. All of a sudden, Delilah's throat felt tight. She gasped for air and started coughing hysterically. The taller one ran over to the couch where she was laying and grabbed under her arms, trying to sit her up.

"Hey, hey, take it easy," he soothed, "take deep breaths. You're okay." She tried to slow her breaths, but she still coughed. "Connor! Get some water!" A shorter, lighter haired guy came rushing in with a cup. He must have been Connor. He gave the cup to the spiky-haired boy and crouched down on the floor.

"Is she okay?" Connor asked.

"She's just coughing. Must have some dust in her throat." He put the cup to her lips and tipped it up a little, allowing her to sip the clean and fresh water. As she was drinking, the fourth guy came trotting into the room. He was tall and had his hair slicked back.

"Who are you guys?" Delilah asked after she had finished drinking.

"Oh yeah," the dark haired one said, "sorry about that. I'm JC Caylen."

"I'm Kian Lawley," the spiky haired one added on.

"My name is Connor Franta," the one with the lighter hair chimed in.

"And I am Ricky Dillon," the tall one finished.

"What's your name?" JC inquired, "Who was that girl who was attacking you?"

"My name is Delilah Grace. I attend Hayford Middle School, and that was the school bully, Mary-Anne."

"Where do you live? We should probably take you home," Kian said.

"That's the thing." Delilah tilted her head down. "My house burned down five years ago and my parents died. I don't have a home. All I have are the books I take to school, the clothes on my back, and the camera I escaped my house with." She felt tears fill up her eyes, and she covered her fave with her hands. Someone wrapped their arms around her, pulling her close. It was kind of awkward because she didn't know anyone in the room, but it was the most love she'd felt in awhile.

"I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry," she heard Connor whisper.

"What should we do?" JC asked Ricky.

"I don't know," Ricky responded, "I guess she can stay here for a while.'