Nothing At All

It's 4th period (history), the next class I have with Michelle. Damn she's beautiful. I'm not sure if I'm insane or if she is actually staring at me. She laughs at every stupid thing I do. Maybe I should talk to her.. No. I'm fucking scared to death. Do girls mind when guys write them notes? She'll probably think I'm an idiot. Oh well, she already does. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

As I am getting paper out to start writing, Brittnee leans in really close. "How could a hot guy like you be going for an ugly, stupid emo freak like her?" she says in a soft, seductive tone. "Why go for her when you could go for me?" she whispered with a grin that looks like it was plastered to her face. "I could show you things that she never could." I could feel her hot breath on my neck. "Get the hell away from me" I said, pushing her leaned chair back to its original position: behind her desk.

"Hey, get your greasy hands off my girl, you little prick," said an unfamiliar booming voice. Oh shit. The slut has a boyfriend, doesn't she. "I'm sorry man. She was coming onto me. I didn't do anything." I said with my hands up, as if he were planning on arresting me or something. God, I'm stupid. I looked over at Michelle. She looked annoyed. Shit. She probably thinks that I have some sort of thing with Brittnee. She has no idea what happened.

When I finally turn around to continue doing my work, I feel a solid rock of a fist in the side of my head. It hurts. I fell to the ground. Within five seconds, everybody was looking, shocked at what had just happened.

"Mr. Tyler!" the teacher said, her voice furious. She began to speed walk over to me. That was when a popular girl hit her. Mr. Tyler was Steven Tyler, Brittnee's boyfriend. He kicked me in my ribs. Really hard. It fucking hurt so bad. He continued to kick me everywhere on my weak and defenseless body. That was when I heard a beautiful voice hell "HEY!!!!" It was Michelle. Steven turned around and she hit him straight in the face with a door handle. He fell down and didn't get up. Wait. How the fuck did she get a door handle?! I looked over at the door at the exit of the classroom. No handle. Did she seriously break off a door handle just to save me from further getting my ass kicked?

Okay. I have new knowledge about this girl. I already knew she was gorgeous. But now I know she cares. Fuck, that's hot. I think I'll talk to her.

"Hey, um, Michelle?" I mumbled, rubbing my neck. She turned around and looked me in the eyes

Notes

Hey, sorry for the super long chapter.
Hope you all like it so far!!
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