1 word: school.
It was that time again, after a mere 2 day break.
But for me, those two days weren't very mere.
I found out Toni was gay, and then he wasn't, and then he kissed me awkwardly, asking me to pretend like that never happened even though it's not really possible because he's so cute and nice-
On Sunday, Alfred invited me to his football game, and won, and then was about to take me to dinner, and then somehow, I don't even know how it started, he told me he used to be fat and have me a long, but beautiful, speech about how people aren't accepted in the world. He was right. And then, he dropped me off at my house. And about Toni.
He used to bully Alfred, apparently. I never thought Alfred would be the victim type. I thought it would be the other way around, Alfred bullying Toni or something. But, I guess not.
I parked my car in the school lot.
I hadn't talked to Toni since he kissed me. He didn't want it to be awkward, but frankly, it was right when his lips touched mine.
Now that I've just given you a complete recap of my dramatic boarding school life, you may want to know what happened at school.
So, I got there.
I went to Spanish.
And Toni wasn't there at first.
And then, fifteen minutes into the class, he came strolling in, wearing sunglasses, yes, sunglasses, and plopped down next to me. He didn't even look over at me.
My stomach flipped upside down.
"How nice of you to show up. You must be Mr. Carriedo." Thank God it was a sub. Who knows what kind of ass whipping our original Spanish teacher would've unleashed on him, especially after his track record with her?
I looked over at him, but he just leaned back in his chair, not taking his sunglasses off.
He cleared his throat, talking in a high pitched voice. "Y-yeah, I had some difficulty with something. You wouldn't underst-and." His voice cracked mid-sentence. He was obviously faking whatever this was.
She crossed her arms. "Yeah, well, what is it? Why are you so late?"
He cleared his throat again, wiping at his nose. I looked down at his finger to see red. Was his nose bleeding? What the hell was going on?
He stood up, the blood dripping into his hand, and with the other, he clutched at his pants.
Seriously, what was he doing?
"C-can I..." He pointed at the door.
The teacher nodded. "Yeah, go ahead and I'll just mark you present. But next time, try to get a l-late pass or something." She was just as clueless as I was.
If I didn't know any better, I would've thought he was having a- y'know... A boner or something.
He was acting different. Strange.
I raised my hand.
"Yes?" The sub asked expectantly.
"Can I go to the bathroom? Please?" I smiled, trying to act all sweet. Teachers like that. Especially substitutes.
She nodded, and I bolted out of my seat and to the door, looking.
He must be in the bathroom.
I slowly opened the door which had a male sign on it, and looked around. Hopefully no one sees me.
I quickly stepped in, shitting the door behind me. Before I really saw anything, someone pushed me against the wall. Hard.
I closed my eyes on instinct, and whimpered slightly. I waited, shutting my eyes, but didn't hear anything, or feel anything. I actually did feel heavy breathing, on my neck. There was someone pinning me against the wall by my shoulders.
I didn't want to open my eyes. It was probably some creepy guy who was in our school, and was about to murder me, but first, rape me.
I started to cry. I was goon to die.
My sobbing was interrupted by lips pressing against mine, bruising. The hands slid down my waist, squeezing me.
I still didn't open my eyes. I was too scared.
Before I knew it, my shirt was being peeled off. This time, I did open my eyes.
His back was turned as he threw the useless piece of cotton to the floor. Next to some sunglasses.
He was tan.
His face was perfect.
He had bright green eyes.
"Toni?" I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear the shock in my voice.
He didn't answer me. He instead pushed himself against me, grabbing my bare waist.
I squeezed my eyes closed as hard as I could as I felt the rise and fall of his hard stomach against mine.
I mean, it's not like I didn't want that, but I definitely didn't want it like that.
If that makes sense.
Would that be considered rape?
He was acting much, much different than he usually did.
Then the door opened.
Before I knew it, there was yelling, and Toni was ripped off of me.
A large hand grabbed me softly, and pulled me into a protective hug.
I opened my eyes, as a tear ran down my cheek. I didn't bother to look up, I just squeezed the chest that belonged to whoever saved me harder.
My sobs became more intense.
"Dude! What the hell!" The person holding me yelled.
There was no answer.
The hand moved up to my head, pressing me harder again this body.
I finally looked up.
It was Alfred.
For some reason, I cried more.
He was going to kill him.
"Seriously, why the hell would you do that?! You just like, raped her! You're lucky I'm not freaking punching you against the stall right now."
Toni looked down, obviously ashamed. And then, suddenly he looked up, his green eyes piercing into mine. "Why do you even care? You're not her boyfriend."
"You're not either!" Alfred looked down at me. "Why'd you take off her shirt? Was her bra gonna be next?" His face was bright red. For some reason, he was starting to get really mad.
I stopped crying, and released my grip a little.
"N-no! Who the frick do you think I am? Some perv?" He narrowed his eyes.
The bruise was still prominent on his cheek and eye, and his lip was still pretty swollen, but otherwise, he looked very different. Tired, angry. His eyes were clouded over with something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"Yeah, probably, by the looks of raping a girl, you are." He took off his glasses, and squeezed me back against him.
I looked over at Toni to see him pull up his jacket sleeve, and scratch at a big welt on his arm. And another one. And another. It started to bleed.
"What the hell, dude?? You're crazy, or some shit. You're probably on drugs. I'm leaving." He bent down, still touching my shoulder, and grabbed my shirt off the floor, handing it to me. "Here. Put this on." He watched me as I shakily took the shirt from him, and pulled it over my head. After I was done, he grabbed my waist, pressing me to his side. "C'mon, Lydia. I'll take you home." He pushed the door open, and I took a last glance at Toni. He was scratching at his face, now. His perfect face. His perfect face with a black eye, busted lip, and a big welt on his cheek. His green eyes locked with mine, for a second, and that's when I knew, that there was definitely something wrong.