Chapter 3
281 Words
“What you got there?” Two teen boys, jocks, had begun cornering a small statured teen with glasses on.
“No…” He had begun hiding something behind his back. One of the bigger teens moved his arm around the boy in an attempt to take what he was hiding.
“Come on, let us see.”
“What are you guys doing?” a voice was heard behind them.
One of the teens audibly gasped, he recognized the voice and feared who it was owned by.
White was standing behind them, hands in the pockets of his hoodie.
The other teen spoke, “Buzz off or I’ll hurt you.”
“Dude! Don’t provoke him! Let’s just leave!”
“But-” he was interrupted by the pull of his arm. His friend was afraid. He sighed, “Alright, we can go, I don’t get what you’re so afraid of.”
The two of them walked away, one was looking at the ground and walking with a getting-the-hell-outta-here speed.
White turned to the boy he helped, wanting to confirm he was unharmed and that he was safe.
The boy simply looked up at him, with a fearful gaze that was greater than what the other two had caused. “P-please don’t hurt me!” he had flinched and covered his head with the book in his hands, hesitantly taking a step back.
“But I’m-”
The boy quickly turned around, facing away from White, and sprinted away.
White felt a sudden crippling sadness. He was only trying to help and be useful to someone in need. He simply sighed the feeling away and continued to his Geometry class.
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