172 A Tussle
As I walked out of the room, I heard footsteps coming after . I turned around, seeing September behind , as she looked at with worry in her eyes. I smiled at her and then walked over to her.
“Is everything okay?” she asked softly. “You seem really worried.”
“Yeah...” I replied softly as I looked into her eyes. September looked at , embarrassnt all over her face, as she blushed a bit before she spoke up.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t an to get you all worried about .”
“I’m not worried about you,” I said with a laugh, “but about all of us.”
“And uh...about um...Masaru,” she said, tingling her fingers, as if she wanted to touch him but couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“What about him?” I asked her with a concerned expression on my face.
“Well, what we just did,” she said as her blush deepened, “I just wanted you to know that I don’t regret it.”
“I’m glad that you didn’t regret it,” I said, looking at her, “I’m glad that you’re okay.”
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September nodded as she looked up at the ceiling. “Thank you,” she said softly, “I appreciate that.” Then she looked at again with a small smile on her lips. Anger built up inside of , but I kept it under check, knowing that September needed my help right now.
“Well, we’re soon to be out of here I guess,” I said, trying not to throw a punch, or kick, or sothing at Masaru. But we all needed to stick together, and that’s all that matters, right?
“Yeah,” she said softly as she stared into my eyes. “It’s going to be a long ride back ho.”
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I was in my room, back at ho, just thinking about Greg. He thinks I’m the cause of his PTSD, which is super wrong-I think, but he doesn’t even listen. I don’t know what he’s thinking, and I just can’t understand him.
I guess that’s what makes so angry with him sotis. He thinks of as an enemy, or so pest, rather than soone who wants to help him. And I’m not like that.
But then again I guess he did save my life once. But I needed to get into Greg’s head, open up his eyes, so that he sees that he needs help, not .
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I was by my locker, seeing Greg once again with what seed to be a bigger crew of friends. I’m pretty sure I’m probably one of the most hated people in this school, or sothing like that, but I just can’t understand why Greg hates so much. It’s really weird-he thinks that I’m the cause of his PTSD when it was really him that did all these horrible things to .
But he might not be wrong or sothing, and perhaps I did, in fact, cause his PTSD. Maybe I should say sorry to him, but that would be nonsense, right? He’d just look at and think that I was insulting him. But maybe he does think that way-he’s been thinking of as an enemy for quite a while now after all.
Maybe-that’s it.
I will fight against him-and being my state of revenge, I would win against him. He gets what he deserves and I beco popular, simple as that. But I might just get pulped by his friends, who probably are gonna try and show their loyalty, so I’m not sure if I should do it.
Should I, or should I not, I asked myself. I really didn’t know how I could do anything right now. Greg just won’t listen to no matter what I say or what I do. He might even be more mad, and it would only be worse, but then again-he might not be so mad at all. He might even be fine with it.
But then again, that’s a long shot.
But then the next thing you know, his crew of friends began to walk towards , and I was starting to get scared. What were they doing? Why were they moving like that? They must be up to sothing bad for them to move like that.
They began to surround , and then a fist ca from behind and hit on the back of my head as it connected with . I felt as my ears were crying in pain as they rang, and I stumbled but still kept my ground.
I felt a foot kick from behind as it connected with my side and then the ground began to shake as one of them started kicking in my ribs, but it wasn’t enough for them to stop . I saw students rushing to the scene and screams bellowing through the hall, as they began to speed towards the scene like a tornado.
I had to run now because he’s trying to kill . The crowd began to form around us as everyone began to push their way through the crowd, which was forming in front of us. But I eventually got up, my breath heavy and down as the guys looked at . “Awww, is Connor dealing with too much?” the guys mocked, as they began to close in on , laughing and calling nas.
Then they began to take their fists and began to punch in my face, in the ribs, in my legs.
I needed to get out of here, but there was no place to run, there was no escape. I felt my face burning as the pain intensified.
And then it happened, and I could feel myself begin to lose consciousness as they kicked all over my body, taking punches at my head. You know what, this was my chance. Instead of fighting Greg, I would fight eight people, but at least I’d survive this one-on-one fight and get out of this place alive.
I could hear the screams of the students around us as they saw what was happening to , but they were powerless against it all as well. But I wasn’t going down like this-not if there was no other way out. Quickly, I got up from my feet, and imdiately knew my next move.
The guy in front of had no defense, or any sort of barricade against his stomach-he’s done for, and that’s where I’m headed for right now. The crowd was still screaming at , but I just kept my pace forward until I slamd into him, knocking him back into the others behind him.
Another guy ca with an overhead punch that barely went over my head, but I returned with a quick jab, hitting his chest and causing him to fall on the floor with a thud as he cried out in pain.
The guy next to him went for his head as I swung my arm with all my strength. The guy ended rising from the ground and speeding towards the ground, as if he had wings, as he fell back to the floor. The crowd laughed as I kept on moving forward towards the other guy.
I could hear more laughter now as I smacked another guy in his face and pushed him back into another guy before turning my attention to the next guy in line. A guy ca forward with a punch towards and I blocked it with my left hand and swung my right fist at his jaw with all my might.
“Whoa!” I heard soone shout, as soone began to speed towards , trying to knock back into the others behind , but I knew this guy wasn’t going to hit in my face with all those others around him. So I ducked, using his montum against him, and turned around to see who it was.
He was right before now with his hands raised in a defensive pose, and I could see he had no real defense against if we fought one-on-one like this: he was clearly terrified of . I walked towards him and stared into his eyes before quickly backing away from him as I readied myself for the next one.
He barely even tried to push forward, or do anything of that sort, and he slowly stepped away from before turning around and walking away from . The crowd started to cheer as he walked away from and I felt sothing in my heart breaking inside of as they continued to cheer at like monkeys.
But then I heard footsteps walking towards , and I saw Greg with rage in his eyes, with his fists balled tightly together as he ca at with a swift punch right in my face. And before I knew it, I was down on the ground.
“So, you wanna beat up my friends huh,” he hissed.
“You friends? I was your friend!” I shouted, as I got up back to my feet, but it wasn’t enough-he kicked right in my ribcage. “Greg, stop!”
He kept on kicking and hitting until eventually the crowd stopped cheering and just stared at us in shock.
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