Chương 5: ~°~Chapter Five~°~
Whelp! He has a death sentence and did he--- did he just call me a girl? I remained curled up, trying to protect myself.
"I gave you your chance." Tyrone tilts his head, chuckling at the opportunity to pummel somebody with his meaty fists.
The kicking stops as more quality entertainment is found and I drag myself to a wall, still shivering, my long hair obscuring my vision. I wonder if I'll be able to make it out fast enough to get help.
Tyrone swings but the other guy quickly dodges and swings at him, Tyrone staggers clutching his jaw gingerly like it's broken, maybe I underestimated my savior.
"Get 'im Tyrone!"
"Yeah, break his fucking bones."
Cheers go up to support their leader but he's still not recovering from the blow, he falls to his knees, garbled swearing escaping him.
"The little fucker broke my jaw." He shouts out, at least I think that's what he said, it sounded so skewered.
Uncomfortable silence envelopes us and I squirm around trying to find a position that doesn't hurt to breathe.
"Well what is you all waiting for huh, beat him up." He ordered them, still crouched on the ground and wincing in pain.
They hesitate for a split second before becoming encouraged by their advantage in numbers, they charge at him and I see Tyrone cut his eyes at me.
I swallow my heart, the tears that had dried up coming back again with a vengeance.
Before he can make his mind to come at me again, his gang are all groaning and rolling on the ground. He pulls his hand off his face, his bloody lower jaw giving him a ridiculous expression.
They all scramble out when they recover enough to, leaving a steaming Tyrone with red eyes. "You'll pay for this newbie, I swear it." He says ominously, going out.
The new kid pinches his nose like he's trying to rein in his anger, deep breaths lifting and dropping his shoulders.
"Hey, are you okay? Shit! Of course you aren't." He corrects himself, still wary of moving close to me, I think it's because I'm still shivering like a cat pulled out of a frozen lake.
"I'm Dale and I promise I won't hurt you." He creeps closer. "What's your name?"
I remain curled into myself, letting my tangled hair partially cover my face. I coax my voice box to come out long enough to piece syllables of my name. "H-Hayden." I whisper, my jaw hurting from the vicious slaps earlier.
He's crouching directly in front of me now, and I can get a clear look at his face and wow! Guess Shana wasn't lying when she said new kids were always edible.
Dale had inky black hair which he left short at the back and longer in front, I've never thought much about undercuts but right now it's the only thing I can see, leaf green eyes staring at me with concern and barely suppressed anger.
His face is straight of a pricey magazine and I feel a little self conscious, I know I look like I just climbed out a trash bin while Dale looks like he just ended a photoshoot.
He starts talking, at least I think he is because I can't hear anything, I'm lost to the movement of his pink lips.
"Huh?" I shake myself.
"I said, can you walk? We need to get you to the nurse." He repeated, concern increasing at my delirious state.
It takes a while for my sloshed brain to process what he's saying then I remember Virgil and Shana and fear spikes in me.
"No! No!" I refuse in a panic, trying to get up. "I can't go to the nurse, I can't let Virgil... Ow!" I crumple back to the ground in pain as my entire body burns.
"Who's Virgil? Why can't you go to the nurse?" He asks worriedly. "Is it that bastard who just left?" His hands are clasped together like he's not sure whether to touch me and I remember he still thinks I'm a girl.
"N-No that w-was T-Ty-Tyrone." I gasp out, my stuttering back. "V-Virgil is m-my f-f-friend a-and I-I h-have to go h-home n-not the c-clinic." I'm full on sobbing now, the pain in my sides robbing me of speech.
Dale looks confused for a moment before setting his face. "I'm taking you to the nurse, you're bleeding and some ribs might be broken." He says tightly, reaching forward.
An arm goes around me and another one under my knees, lifting me up gingerly.
Still doesn't stop the high pitch screams that leave me when I'm moved.
"Shh, it's okay, I'm sorry." Dale apologizes stiffly like he's not used to it.
I feel bad because he's probably doing all this because he still thinks I'm a girl, I don't feel right for continuing to deceive him, he takes a step and I whimper in pain, my body feels like it was put through a grinder, curse Tyrone's gang and their steel tipped boots.
"I-I'm n-no-not..." I stammered hard as we make our way out the bathroom, me clinging to his broad chest like a baby koala.
"You don't have to talk. There's no way I'm letting you go home like this, I'll explain everything to this Virgil person." He says quickly.
I nearly laugh at this but that's just what it was, a nearly performed action. A mad Virgil doesn't see reason, especially when it comes to me, that's why I just want to escape home, call my mom to take me to the hospital and lie to Virgil that I fell ill, it's either that or he burns down the entire school looking for Tyrone.
The bathroom door is just a few steps away and I panic, I want to tell Dale the truth before we step out so if he abandons me, I can scrap the ragged pieces of what is left of my self dignity together in the privacy of the boys restroom.
"N-no its not t-that." My desperation calms my stuttering down somewhat. "I-It's just that I-I not a g-girl." I say sheepishly, my eyes down.
Dale freezes, genuine astonishment enveloping his painfully handsome face as he stares at me with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, what?" He mumbles like a kid who just found out that the moon doesn't follow you.
"I-I'm a boy." I whisper with little traces of fear.
At least he's not recoiling in terror yet from the act of holding a boy so intimately.
"You're lying." He deadpans and I'm stunned.
"W-What?" I mumble out, very confused.
"Boys don't look like this, let me see your face?" He asks urgently, peering intensely down at me.
I gulp, avoiding the hypnotizing light green stare, self consciously I push back the curly hair from my pale face.
His eyes widens again and he's just staring, I try to imagine what could be going on in his head, my tangled hair probably looked like two mother birds fought over who would nest in it then abandoned it, my saucer like eyes even puffier now and definitely red rimmed. Luckily I wiped all the tears and snot away but I must be very red with visible bruises on my cheeks. Yup, I look a hot mess.
He frowns, color fluttering across his cheek bones. "Stop trying to get me to leave you alone Hayden." My name in his silky voice makes my breath hitch but that's ridiculous, I'm not gay. "I'm still taking you to the nurse to get you checked out, then I'll go find those bastards that decided to beat up a girl and break their necks."
He starts moving again with determination and I'm just there trying not to die. What the effing hell! He thinks I'm lying about being a boy, I don't know if I should find that offensive or complimentary.
And of course, the person that would decide to help me would be just like Virgil. I just hang on for the ride, too tired to talk anymore, besides I have a feeling that nothing I say would convince him.
"Hayden!" Virgil's voice interrupts us, rage bleeding through his voice and I die a little more.
"O-Oh n-no! It's V-Vi-Virgil." I whisper desperately, trying to hide inside Dale.
Chương 6: ~°~Chapter Six~°~
"O-Oh n-no! It's V-Vi-Virgil." I whisper desperately, trying to hide inside Dale.
Hurried footsteps and a hand grabs Dale, effectively stopping us. He turns around, looking very unimpressed with Virgil's anger.
"What the fuck did you do?" Virgil demands his eyes dark, Shana looks very strained and worried beside him, placing a hand on his tightly clenched fist. The only reason Dale doesn't have a black eye yet is because he's still carrying me.
I intervene quickly before Virgil changes his mind and decides to land the punch. "V-Vi-Virgil." I stutter out desperately, reaching for him. "I-It wasn't D-Dale, h-he d-didn't d-do any-anything."
"What sort of boyfriend are you, letting your girlfriend get beat up by dudes in the boys bathroom?" Dale accuses, snatching me back and ending my efforts to reach for Virgil, his leaf green eyes nearly glowing.
Shana is momentarily stunned, "Girlfriend?" She mouths to me, I close my eyes in embarrassment, this was one of those days I wanted to start over.
Virgil isn't even fazed by the obvious confusion. "Thanks." He bites out coldly, the appreciation has the same energy as 'go jump off a cliff. "Now give me back my girlfriend."
"No. Now get away from me, you're in my way." Dale deadpans, making a move to continue his journey.
"I won't ask you again." Virgil says in a deadly voice, stepping in front of us, electric blue eyes nearly jumping from his face with how hard he is glaring.
"Hayden sounds terrified of you so no, I'm not giving her back. Now get the fuck out of my way." He says, his quiet voice ringing volumes, the entire hallway is silent now, the entire school watching the school's heartthrob go against the hot new kid... and over me! - I wail mentally, wishing I was a bird, a pebble, anything but Hayden LeBaron right now.
"P-Please stop f-fi-fightin..." I start to say but a sound cut me off, are they--- are they growling at each other? The deep sound reverbrates around me, making terror echo painfully in my chest, I don't know why but the sound of it makes me want to cry.
My frozen state of panic eventually cracks when I start to choke and cough, hacking up blood. My vision goes hazy as Virgil start to panic, blood keeps spilling from my mouth and I hear their agitated voices like it's through a pool of water.
"She might have hit her head, don't let her black out." Dale says, his voice and face swimming in and out of my consciousness.
"Hayden! Hayden!" Virgil latches on to my hand. "Stay with me okay, you'll be fine. Give her to me." He demands again and I want to punch him for insisting on referring to me as a girl.
"Not a fucking chance, get out of my way." Dale refuses.
"Will you two block heads stop fucking fighting for one fucking minute." Shana interrupts, looking and sounding very furious. "Hayden is really hurt and all you care about are your bloated egos." She sassed and they both blink at her harsh words.
Dale shoulders Virgil out of the way and tears at a dead run towards the nurse's office, how he know where it is? Is still a mystery to me.
Virgil is directly beside him a heartbeat and they start to argue again but I can't keep up anymore because I'm suddenly so tired, I can't keep my eyes open anymore. Blinking becomes harder and harder to do each time, I think Virgil is talking to me but I can't hear him. I let my eyes close for the last time.
Chương 7: ~°~Chapter Seven~°~
I'm awake before I can open my eyes, I feel stiff all over and my eyes seems glued to my face.
Panic starts to tickle me as I struggle to remember where I am, I finally pry my eyes open to meet a plain white ceiling that isn't the one in my bedroom, there's something lying on my left hand so I tilt my head to take a look.
My mom is holding on to my left hand, her head lying beside our joined hands, she's fast asleep, her dark brown hair in a silky curtain around her face.
I try to sit up but a sharp pain stops me, I look around, I'm in a hospital. How did I get... Oh! Tyrone.
Virgil and Shana! I think desperately and Dale, I hope they don't commit murder.
"Mom?" I try calling out but my voice doesn't work, I get a vague thought of knocking against my throat like it's a faulty remote.
I clear my throat before trying again. "Mom?"
She moves, groggily raising her head up. She's still holding my hand and it makes tears gather in my eyes.
"Hayden! You're awake. Oh! My baby!" She gushes when she sights my open eyes, engulfing me in a gentle hug. "I was so scared." She hangs onto me like she expects I'll black out again.
I gulp, my throat is scratchy and dry. "W-What h-happened mom?" I ask, I know I got beat up by Tyrone but the hospital bit is still not really clear.
Tears gather in her grey eyes which was a bit wierd because I don't think I've ever seen my mother cry. "You had a few bruised organs and a slight concussion." She whispers.
My eyes widens, somehow I expected it to be either worse or not that bad, guess I got off lucky.
"Are you thirsty baby?" She asks suddenly, already reaching for the bottle of water, before I can even refuse she's gingerly lifting me up and placing the bottle at my mouth.
A few drops spills in and I suddenly realize I'm very parched. "Whoa! Maybe I should hire a couple goons to beat you up so you'll drink more water." She says drily when I empty the entire bottle and I smile at the attitude I'm used to.
It was supposed to be a grin but my cheeks feel numb so I tell my mom.
She chokes back a laugh. "You don't want to know what you look like baby."
I grimace at her. "Where's Virgil and Shana?" I can't help asking because I know that's exactly the question she's waiting for me to ask.
She throws me a sly grin and suddenly I'm very worried.
"Mom?" I warn.
"Oh you're no fun." She waves me off. "I need to call the doctors so they can check you up, I really want to take you home." She diverts, making a move to get up.
"No." I stop her. "No doctors until you tell me what's going on.
"Fine, at least let me call Shana, she went to get snacks." She eye rolls whipping out her phone.
"...yes he's awake and..." She quickly moves the flat device away from her ear as a high pitched screech tears through. When it doesn't stop after several seconds later, she's hangs up.
"She's definitely on her way, probably running while screaming." She grins at me and I sprawl on the bed, my mom and friends all share one brain cell.
"My baby is awake!" Shana barges in and I groan, knowing what is coming next.
I'm smoldered by hugs and kisses until we're both breathless.
"I'm not a puppy Shana." I complain, trying fruitlessly to push her away.
She finally calms down and just grins at me, her eyes glassy. She had been crying.
I suddenly feel bad for pushing her away and try to sit up through the pain in my sides to reach for her and hug her which she happily returns, her pink frothy hair nearly blinding me from how hard she's oscillating with happiness.
She gently pushes me back and I let out a big sigh at the relief. "Where's Virgil?" I ask suspiciously, throwing looks at both of them.
They share gleeful looks that had me nearly panicking. "Virgil asked me not to press charges against Tyrone and his gang." My mom sighs, dramatically. "I agreed."
"You what?" I exclaim. "Why the hell would you do that?"
"Don't yell baby, it'll strain you." Shana pets and I want to cry.
"The punishment that the school will give to Tyrone will be ten times better than what Virgil will do." I explain frustratedly.
"That's one of the reasons why I accepted." She shrugs, grinning wickedly. "No one touches my baby. That and Virgil always gets what he wants."
I close my eyes in exasperation, knowing that she's telling the truth. No one got in Virgil's way when he wanted something, the psychopath.
"What about Dale?" I try to ask as nonchalantly as I can manage, opening my eyes.
"Your knight in shining armor?" Shana grins at me, her hazel eyes twinkling. "The hot stuff that kept on butting heads with Virgil over his pretty girl friend?" She teases cruelly and I'm grateful that my face is all shades of purple so I can hide the scalding blush that consumes my face.
"Girlfriend?" My mom repeats, confused. "Dale thinks you're Virgil's girlfriend? Well that's a new one."
I ignore most of her sentence, "You know Dale?"
"Yes, he insisted on coming along to the hospital then he went with Virgil to give Tyrone a warning."
This time around I sit up, totally forgetting all about my pain. "They both went after Tyrone?" I exclaim. "Shit! This is the worst."
"Hey." My mom pouts. "Two cute guys want to avenge you and you think it's the worst? I'm starting to think I'm a bad mother."
I roll my eyes at her dramatics, turning on Shana instead. "Why didn't you stop them?" I half wail. "I don't want them to go to prison."
"No one is going to go to prison." She laughs cheerfully before her eyes turn cold. "And the only reason I'm right here is because I wasn't allowed to tag along. Dale says it's because I'm a girl." She scoffs.
"You didn't tell him you broke Brian's arm last time?" My mom asks nonchalantly and I choke.
"You knew about that?"
"Of course." My mom says proudly, "I bought her a whole load of ice cream for that but what I'm not knowing is why Dale thinks you're 'a' girlfriend." She turns to me.
"Aw his ears are red." Shana coos like I'm a clumsy puppy who managed to roll over.
I slap my hands over my ears. "Stop tormenting me, you guys." I whine. "Dale thought I was a girl and no matter how hard I tried to convince him, he wouldn't believe."
They burst into laughter at this, insisting that I tell them exactly what happened, word for word.
"What happened when you showed him your face?" Shana asks eagerly, interrupting me.
"He said that I should stop trying to get him to leave me alone and he was taking me to the nurse whether I liked it or not."
"Ooh! Controlling." My mom comments, nodding importantly as she and Shana share a look.
"Cut it out, this is not some Yaoi novel for you to fawn over. I should be worried with how hard my mom wants me to be gay." I sigh out loud.
She grins unrepentantly. "I don't mind which you chose to be, my love but you will let me enjoy this budding triangle." She demands seriously and Shana nods sagely.
"Never heard truer words." She says solemnly and I'm just done with the both of them.
"You know what?" I ask throwing up my hands. "You two should head on home, I'm staying at the hospital."
"No can do baby." My mom disagrees, smiling at me. "I'll go get the doctor." She says quickly before I make up my mind about staying, going out the door.
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