Decisions and Mayhem | ✓

Chapter 2

"Ouch!" I yelled when I felt my forehead connect with the locker in front of me. I stepped away from it, briefly making out the figure of Jay and that of his two friends who were walking away and laughing. I sighed, rubbing my forehead with the base of my palm as I waited for my sight to return to normal.

"He's really, really, pushing it," I heard David say beside me, making me turn to look at the redhead. I sighed again, shrugging as I changed my books. He was right. Jay was trying to do everything but kill me at this point. It's been a week since he'd started trying to get a reaction from me. He's been pushing me around and slamming me into the nearest things in sight. I was angry, but I was still trying to keep how I felt in check.

"Fight him!"

Juana had simply said when I'd told her about it at home as we did homework on the dining table. I'd ignored her, drawing the plans for my Building Tech assignment as she rambled on about Jay being a piece of shit that needed a lesson.

"Yeah, I know," I muttered as I took my books out of my locker, then shutting the blue painted metal door. David removed his weight from his own locker, standing up before walking with me through the hallway as we headed for our math class. Math was fine if you excluded Alissa. Jay took business-oriented subjects so I didn't see him much — thankfully.

School went by as usual, and during our free period, David and I headed to the gym to get some work done. It was a lot quieter than the crowded library, or study rooms that dotted the top floor of the three-story school building. We settled down at the top of the bleachers, taking out our notes and laptops to get to work. It was quiet. Well, until the gym door flew open to reveal Jay and his friends walk in with a struggling body.

Oh brother. I thought as I noticed Tim's head of curly hair as he struggled in Weasley's grip. The dark-haired boy laughed as he watched Tim try to claw his way out of his grip, the action only making Weasley tighten the grip of his meaty arms around the base of his neck. Jay and his friends didn't seem to notice that we were sitting in the bleachers... Oh, too late, Jay just looked at us.

The expression on his face was a mixture of excitement and worry. He turned to his friends, yelling out some instructions and soon Weasley loosened his grip on Tim a bit while Stephan headed for the door, my guess being to guard it.

I frowned, wondering what on earth he was planning to do when he walked toward the bleachers and started making his way up to David and me. 

"What are you guys doing here?" He asked, standing in front of us with his hands in his jean pockets. 

We could ask you the same thing. I thought, feeling the words on my tongue threatening to spill out. I rarely hated people — dislike, sure, but hated? Not too often, but I was sure I hated Jay. I hated him a lot, to be honest.

"We usually come here to study since the library is always full," David answered, nudging me a little with his thigh. 

"Ah," Jay said, smiling lightly before he turned back to his friends, and then back at us. "We'll be taking care of Tim here, don't bother us," he said in a firm tone before walking down the stairs and back to Weasley who was still holding Tim in a semi-chokehold by the basket stand of the court. 

I watched them, unable to tear my eyes from the scene playing out in front of me. Jay made Weasley move his hold from Tim's neck to his shoulders. I winced when his fist connected with Tim's jaw. I could hear a small groan amongst the laughter from Jay and his goons. Tim had his head bent low, and he was biting his lip, trying to keep shut as Jay made to deliver blows to his side. 

"I don't think you should be watching," I heard David say as his hand touched mine that had turned into a fist on my left thigh. I turned to look at his worried expression, trying to calm myself, but the loud scream I suddenly heard made me turn my head back to the scene. Weasley had let go of Tim, and now the lanky brown-haired boy was lying curled up on the gym floor.