Chapitre 3: Bad boy ?

It was the day a new comic was coming out, me and the guy had been talking 'bout it for weeks!! "Mega millions," it was about a middle schooler who wanted to become the worlds greatest hokey player, of course sports comics are the best!! When I got to school, I ran straight into my class, to the guys desk, and we started screaming out of joy, jumping on the spot and spinning around. Throughout the whole day, we talked in every class, just about mega millions, we got told of 'bout 10 times, ignoring the teachers. In period 6, the last class of the day, sport, and we were playing hokey! Being the nerds we were, we pretended to be the 2 main character from Mega millions, I was Vector, the rival, and the guy was Menji, the hero of the story. As we were playing and saying stupid nerdy lines, a group of kids came up to us, if I remember correctly there names were; Benonison, Jermenly and garatmon ( *Ben, Jeremy and garret. ) Of course, they were considered popular ( obviously not as popular as I am now. ) Our role-playing came to a hault as one of the boys grabed the guys shirt and threw him down, my mind stopped. My... Friend... Had been thrown to the ground. And now he was getting called names. "Nerd. Looser. Book freak." They even told him things like " No one likes you. Books are only for loosers like you. Just die. Go on and jump of a building." They even grabbed his bag. What was inside? It was mega millions. It had a sticky note stuck on the front cover, I didn't have enough time to read it at that moment. They proceeded the rip the book up in the guys face, screaming insults. Then they turned to look at me. Being... Being the worthless guy I am, I ran away knowing they hadn't seen my face to well. I ran and ran as I thought things like "they don't know I'm a book freak too, If I run they won't beat me up!" sliping and tumbling, I grabed my bike and peddled, I peddled so fast I thought my feet might break, heart beating as fast as my feet it could rip out of my chest. I was a coward. That night it rained, it hailed, it was cold. The next day riding to school, I didn't dare to sing. When I arrived at the destination and put my bike down ( dropped it ), I ran to where my fr- the guy had been beat up... Blood stains... And the sticky note in a pile of riped up paper. I walked slowly to where the sticky note layed. Picked it up and read it. "-For Kris, my best friend, I hope we can read this book together!" Mind blank. Tears Streaming down my face. I sunk to my knees. Hands on the cold wet ground. I stayed like that. I stayed like that for hours until a teacher found me. After that I never talked to the guy again. Well not like I use to... I started insulting him. Pushing him around. But not once did the guy push me back. I... I never wanted to run... I never wanted to leave him... Why am I such a worthless piece of-.... No, nevermind, I don't care. I'm popular now, I have everything anyone would want. I'm cool! I'm no coward!! Yeah! Yeah....