Mated With Five Boys

"When someone is crying, of course the noble thing to do is to comfort them.But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them."- Lemony Snicket

The day passed without a single hitch, besides the whole Axel incident that happened during first period.

Turns out I had Biology with Angelo, math with Kina, and lousy PE with both Rylan and Axel and even Camila was in gym class as well.

I grabbed the same notebook that Mrs.

Porter had giving me (I had to use the same notebook for every class.) and looked over at Rylan who was standing next to me.

He picked up his government notebook and shoved it into his bag, which made me mentally cringe.

His bag was a mess, he had loose papers that were cramped and scattered into his bag, and the few papers that did manage to get into folders were sticking out from the corners.

His lack of organization made me uncomfortable.

"Tl meet you at my car, okay?"

Rylan said, putting the landfill I mean, bag over his shoulders.

"Yes, Sir"

I mock saluted.

We walked over to the door and waited for the bell to ring so we could leave.

"There are 3 minutes left of class, none of you should be lining up at the door.What are we? In kindergarten?° Mr.Hipp spoke from his desk.

"Besides, I dismiss you, not the bell"

He added on.

I sighed annoyed, Mr.Hipp was an older man that took his job way too seriously.

He had light grey hair that looked like he hasn't brushed it in weeks and silver I glasses that rested at the border of his nose.

"If the bell doesn't dismiss us, then what's the point of it even being there?"

I huffed quietly to myself.

Apparently, Rylan had heard what I said because he started crackling at me.

I glance over at him from the corner of my eye over to him, satisfied that I made him laugh.

After the long torturous 3 minutes, the bell finally rang.

I've never been so glad to get out of a class in my life.

"Wait!"

Mr.Hipp stopped us.

The whole class simultaneously groaned and turned our attention back to our wicked government teacher.

"Have a great day"

He smiled evilly at us.

What a dirty rotten teacher.

The students rolled out of the room, entering the hallways that were crowded tight with kids going in every direction.

I looked around for Rylan but I lost him in the sea of people, it's moments like this where I wished I had better genetics.

If I wasn't so dang short I might be able to see where the hell I needed to go.

In all honestly, I'm not even sure how to get back to the main entrance of the school that Rylan and I entered this morning.

How was I suppose to get back to his car when I had no idea where it's at? As the hallways cleared I tried to find something that I remembered seeing earlier this morning, but nothing looked familiar.

I let out a deep sigh, what am I going to do now? I kept walking the now completely emptied halls until I finally saw a set of double doors that led outside.

I pushed them open and walked out, from the looks of it, I'm guessing I'm at one of the sides of the school.

At least you finally made it outside.

I couldn't agree with myself more.

I started walking in the direction that I thought was where the front of the school was when something grabbed my attention from the corner of my eye.

I looked over at the mysterious shadow that was leaning against the wall of the school.

I squinted my eyes to try to get a better look at them but it was too dark, the shadow of the school masked them well.

From how large the person was I'm certain it was a guy or maybe, a rather large girl.

"Hello, Mia."

The deep voice said, stepping out from the darkness.

Immediately recognized the boy from English class, I don’t know what his name is though.

He had black hair that laid easily on his head and hard, piercing blue eyes, that for the record looked hollowed out.

He also had a cigarette placed between his lips, which made me frown.

Cigarettes are disgusting.

looking at me as if I

was wearing a cheap black leather jacket with a dark grey

I don't like this.

rate increase, what's this dude problem? Just

Go.

in my throat when a

down the half-smoked cancer stick to the ground, stomping on it and

my body and for once, I listened to the annoying voice

"Oh no you don't"

grunted, chasing after

go

his rough hands grab my arm, yanking me

you think you're

same foul smile

just let

looked up at

looked me in the eyes and laughed in

"Help!"

screamed, already knowing

"Rylan! Help!"

trying to escape his

you

putting his nicotine covered

going to

whispered in

my hands against his chest, trying to create enough space for me to slip away but again my action went to no avail, he was

man just smirked at me, walking me backward, pinning me to the

"You're so sexy, babe."

hand

hopeless feeling that was trying to crawl up my throat and continued to lash at

shook his hand away from

again

tried reasoning with him

"You talk too much."

his nasty hand back over my

a fire inside

down on his finger, which

"Ouch! You stupid bitch!"

out in pain, smacking me hard on the cheek

eyes from the force he used to smack

was resting on my stomach make it's way up to my breast, running his

me like a bomb, numbing my body to

my now red cheeks, I closed

it's crazy how every man’s hands felt the

haired boy was

opened my eyes to see

the sight in front of me, laying on the ground, out cold, was my attacker with a murderous Axel delivering punch after to punch

in shock over what I'm

no attention because he was still carrying punches

my trance

You're going to

my hand on his

his head towards me, he had a thunderous storm raging

homicidal look on his face made me cower away from him, removing

up, getting

"Are you okay?"

he brought his hands to the sides of my neck, making

and surprisingly

his hands quickly

down to the ground.He nodded his

walking away

"Where are we going?"

I called after him.

"I'm taking you home."

still

"What about him?"

voice so he

him,’ Axel said

the shameful

wakes up and goes to the police? I

said

started walking towards Axel, who just

lot of the school

had an

the model of the car because

my

he had an unreadable expression on his

"Did he hit you?"

chin and turning my head to

face away from him, partly because of the tingling sensation his finger was

his car, I nodded my head slightly

to cry, but! knew if he kept speaking to me or looked

say anything and just started up the car and

which sent my mind into a

his hands on me like claws

so useless compared to that man, I couldn't

"Teach me to fight."