"What the hell?!" I grab the glasses from his hand and shove him backwards.
"Evi!" Sara shouts, sounding shocked. I ignore her.
"Woah! Calm down, Evelyn! He was being a complete-" I cut off his words as I shove him aside.
It is only now that I see Scott. He is sat with his back against Marcus's blue sports car. His left arm is wrapped around his abdomen, while his right is thrown across his face, shielding his eyes. I notice one of the football players throw his fist towards Scott. I jump at the jerk and knock he over onto his back. I slap him hard across the face. His hand flies up to clutch his cheek.
"Grow up, asshole!" I shout as I stand, grab Scott's wrist and storm away. I can hear the chorus of 'oooohh's and catcalls coming from behind me as I stop at the edge of the parking lot and slip Scott's glasses back over his eyes.
"Are you okay?" I ask, noticing immediately that he's not. His lip is swollen and bleeding, and his left arm still shields his stomach.
"Thank you. You shouldn't have done that." He whispers, looking at the floor.
"What else was I supposed to do? Leave you there?" I ask sarcastically.
"Yes." He mumbles.
"No! No, I'd never do that." I exclaim, stepping back slightly in surprise. "I couldn't watch anyone be hurt like that, let alone you!"
"You could've got yourself in trouble." He says, finally raising his head to look at me. I shrug.
"Sara's with Marcus. So, I can kindaa do whatever I want to the football team and they can't retaliate." I confess. "What did you do anyway? How did you get yourself in that mess?"
"They were talking about you. In a vile way. They were objectifying you. I had to say something. I had to say something to let them know that you're not a piece of meat!" He explains. I sigh.
"Scott, why? Look what they did to you! You stupid boy!" I hug him a little too hard. "Never do that again! Promise me!" I hold him at arms length and stare into his glasses.
"I can't. I can't sit by and see you treated that way." He whispers. I want to argue, but I can't. I know whatever I say, he'll just dismiss.
"I have an idea." I say suddenly. I extend my arm towards him. "Take my hand."
"What?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Do it!" I order. He shrugs and complies. I drag him back towards Sara and the football players.
"What are you doing, Evelyn? Don't do anything stupid!" He whispers, walking alongside me.
"Hey! Douchebags!" I call as we near the car. They turn. A few smirk. A couple raise their eyebrows. I stop at the end of the car, pulling Scott up beside me.
"Come to stick up for your boyfriend, Evelyn?" George, one if the more irritating boys of the group, asks mockingly, causing a stir of laughter through the group.
"Yes, actually!" I state confidently. Scott's grip on my hand tightens. I hear Sara's murmur of "I knew it!" Before Marcus speaks up.
"Come on, Ev! You're one of us! There's no way you'd settle for some random weirdo like that!" He laughs.
"Trust me, if I wanted to settle, I'd be with Rich by now!" Rich, the overly bulking, steroid using low achiever calls out an insulted 'hey'.
"Ev, stop fooling around!" George's comment sends me over the edge. I grab Scott's shirt and pull him to me. He winces slightly and I make a mental note to apologize for that later. I lean back on the bonnet of Marcus's car and roughly pull Scott's lips to mine. I kiss him. Hard. At first I feel his body tense, most probably in shock, but then he relaxes and he kisses me back. His left hand weaves into my hair and his right hand supports my back. I taste the metallic tang of blood and am reminded of Scott's injuries. I stop kissing him momentarily, before his arms pull me back to his lips. Well, they say kissing is a pain killer! I open my eyes and remember where we are. Oops. May have got a little carried away. Our contact breaks and we smile at each other softly.
"Oh my gosh! I so knew it!" I hear Sara call enthusiastically. I turn to look at her when I notice all the gaping faces around me. They're genuinely shocked!
"Come on," I say to Scott, loud enough for the others to hear "Let's go get you cleaned up."
I take his hand and pull him towards to school entrance.
"See you in class, Sara!" I call back.
"Definitely! Bye!" She shouts cheerfully. I smile to myself at Sara's attitude. Everything is always fun and great in Sara's world. It definitely makes life more interesting! I turn to look at Scott, his fingers touch his lower lips lightly.
"What?" I ask, giggling.
"You just... In front of... I mean... I... You could've..." He stutters, making me giggle more.
"I have numerous things I've gotta hide from everyone now. However, my attraction to you is not one of those things!" I say matter-of-factly.
"I cannot believe you just did that!" He says when he regains his speech.
"What? You didn't like it?" I ask mockingly.
"No! No, no, no! I loved it! It's just... I never imagined..." He trails off, making me smile. I pull him into the disabled restroom and sit him on the toilet before locking the door.
"Take off your shirt." I command, pulling paper towels from the dispenser.
"Woah! I'm very flattered, but is here the right place?" His tone is laced with concern. I laugh.
"No, silly! I want to check your injuries!" I say, watching his response over my shoulder.
"Oh." A red hue covers his cheeks. "That makes sense."
I wet one of the paper towels and walk over to him as he removes his shirt. I bend down slightly and dab the wet towel against his lower lip. It's stopped bleeding now. I wipe away the dried blood as gently as possible. He winces.
"Sorry." I say, quietly. He shakes his head and smiles slightly.
Once the dirt and blood is cleared from his face, I turn my attention to his body. I feel a pang of guilt as I see the slight cuts from the boys' boots and know that soon Scott's abdomen will be consumed in bruises.
"Don't ever be a hero again, okay?" I beg, even though I know he won't comply.
"How about you? You were a hero twice today!" He smiles down at my as I examine the scratches on his chest.
"No. It's different for me." I say sternly, not looking up from my task. I wipe each cut gently, cleaning away the blood and gravel. I sigh. Oh, Scott.
"No, it's not." He says calmly, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Plus, at one point I genuinely thought you were going to set on fire again!" We both laugh.
"I could have, I was that angry!" I giggle.
"Evelyn, you're really special, you know that right?" Serious Scott takes over again. I smile and lean down to kiss his lips.