Tyler
Staring at the mirror in front of me, I washed away the blood from my nose. I rolled out some tissue and used it to clean my face.
Who knew Jason could hit so hard, I thought.
I was restless, not because Jason hit me pretty hard but because of Chloe. I am a hundred percent sure that she is being bullied, the scars on her body are enough evidence. Also, it explains her antisocial behavior.
I felt like crap for bullying her, adding to her problem without even knowing it.
“Tyler!” someone yelled.
I recognized the voice as Mateo’s own. “I am in the restroom, I'll be there in a minute,” I said, loud enough for him to hear.
“Alright, I'm here, let us go.”
I took a long glance in the mirror before stepping out.
“Hey, let us go, man–” I started.
“What the f**k happened to your fa
