The Brendan Boys

Chapter 7

By the way, I'm starting a little game with all of my stories. First person to catch a reference and tell me where it's from gets the next chapter dedicated to that person. This applies to all of my stories.

True to his word, Drew had left me alone. He hadn't tried to get to me in anyway. He wasn't even teasing me. In fact, he wasn't speaking to me.

He would never look my direction, and when he did, he was simply looking at something near me.

His eyes were no longer full of life. They held no playful teasing or motivation to do really anything.

Was this really hurting him just as much as it was hurting me?

I walked back towards my dorm almost on autopilot.

"Hello, May." Whispered a menacing, egoistic voice.

"What do you want, Brendan? Haven't you already done enough damage?"

He grinned evilly. "Follow me." He led me to a remote part of Aroma Park.

"Leave me alone. I did as you wished, didn't I?"

He smirked, and let out a small laugh. "Yes. You did rather well. The slap was entertaining as well."

He... He found this entertaining?

"You see, I want you to go to the Valentine's dance with me."

I smiled as sweetly as I could. "I'm sorry, but I must decline."

His cocky, taunting, I-have-the-upper-hand expression changed into a glare. "That wasn't a question." He growled. "You're coming with me, or-"

"Leave Drew out of this!" I snapped. "He has nothing to do with this!"

He tilted his neck, successfully cracking it. "Either you come with me or we do this the hard way."

I stood my ground. "No. I find out that you're a non-killing assassin, you threaten to hurt my best friend, and now you want me to go to the dance with you? I could never-"

I gasped for air as he wrapped his hand around my neck. "You. Will. Go. With. ME!"

I felt my feet leave the ground as he used his other hand to lift me off the ground. "Put... Me... Down..." He smirked. "As you wish, Buttercup."

He promptly dropped me, and not quite so gently placed his knee on my chest, pushing his full weight onto me, effectively immobilizing me.

I took a to scream, but he kicked some dirt into my mouth. "No one's coming for you, princess."

He got off me, and I scrambled to my feet and backed up against the rough stone wall. "There's no escape." He hissed as he slapped me across the face and kneed me in the stomach.

"S-stop!" I cried. "Too late for that now, May Maple."

I felt a warm liquid trickle down my face. Both tears and blood, I realized as a drop fell into my mouth. I squeaked as a particularly sharp piece of the wall sliced through my shirt and cut my back.

I coughed at gasped as he accurately and powerfully lay a devastating punch to my neck. If someone ran into me right now, they would think that I had been lost in the deep dark forest for months.

I wish someone would run into me right now. Even Harley would be welcome. Heck, what I wouldn't do the even see Conway right now!

I gasped and clung to the stone wall, not even caring that it was cutting my hands. I felt really light headed. Don't pass out now... He could... Kill... You...

He brought his fist back for another punch. That would end it. Must stay awake...

Almost in slow motion, I saw him begin the delivery of the punch. However, something moved in front of me, shielding me from Brendan.

I only had one thought before my whole world became black.

Drew?

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Beeeep. Beeeeeep. Beeeeep. Beeeeep.

I woke up, and yet my eyes were still closed. Was... Was the whole thing just a dream?

But... That doesn't sound like my alarm clock... What?

I forced my eyes open. They fuzzed before coming back into focus. I saw a white tile ceiling, quite different that the red one in my room. Where was I?

Light streamed in from a small window to my left. The steady beeping came from something that I imagined was some kind of device to monitor my stability. Was I in the hospital?

How had I gotten here? What happened? What's going on?

It was at that moment that a tall skinny woman quickly walked in, heals clicking and violet hair flowing behind her.

Yup. Definitely not my room.

"I see you're finally awake, Mrs. Maple." She said pointedly, light brown clipboard held against her chest.

Her glasses shown as they reflected the light from my lone window, but her lips held a smile.

"How did I get here?" I asked, still rather confused. "Well, what is the last thing you remember?" She questioned.

My eyes rolled to the ceiling as I recalled what happened. "Well, Brendan was attacking me, and then someone, Drew I think, ran in between us, and then I think I passed out."

"It was your friend Drew who brought you here. The guy with green hair?"

"Yup. Grasshead." I confirmed. "Do... You mind if I speak to him?"

"Not at all." She replied. "However, could you do so later? He's out in the waiting room, but we finally got him to go to sleep around three hours ago. He must be exhausted."

"Sure." The nurse/doctor/medical person left just as soon as she had entered.

Why had Drew defended me? He had said so himself that he had become a stranger to me, one who doesn't care what happens to me.

And yet he would still defend me with all he has?

Sometimes I just don't understand that boy...