Logan walked away, angrily. I tried to follow behind him, but he started running towards his girlfriend and the other guy. When he got to them, he pulled her off of him. I was still far behind, not being able to breath from my small lung capacity. Thank you, cigarettes.
All I knew was that he was yelling at them. And the other guy was yelling back.
As I slowly began to approach them, I started coughing. Trying to control it, I covered my mouth and watched them.
The other guy took a swing at him.
I screamed. I didn't know why, I had no feelings for this boy, he annoyed the hell out of me, but I was still worried for him.
He took the punch, barely acting like he was hit. He seemed to feel no pain except that his lip started bleeding. He waited a few seconds, and then wrestled him down to the ground.
His girlfriend only stood there, covering her mouth. She was frozen.
I walked up to her and punched her in the nose. She started to cry and ran away. Then I walked over to Logan and the other guy and pulled them away. Breathing heavily, they both stared past me to each other. I punched the other guy and Logan leaped in again. I pulled him back. "Don't."
The other guy, staring at me with his bloody face, leaned in and kissed me. I pulled back and punched him, again, but this time harder. He looked at Logan and smirked. "She's hot. And a good kisser. It's easy to steal your girls." He said with his lips red from my lipstick. Before I could react, Logan already had him on the ground.
The bell rung and I pulled Logan away again. I made him look in my eyes. "A teacher will come soon. Leave now."
He was still breathing heavily when he turned around and walked away, putting his arm on my shoulders.
The other guy yelled after us "She tastes like cigarettes and pot!"
Logan was ready to turn back around, but I made him keep walking.
We reached his car and got in. We sat in silence for half an hour.
"I can't believe she was cheating on me." He started sobbing. His shoulders were shaking as tears slid down his bloody face.
I tried to gently rub his back in comfort, but he pulled me in for a hug. He cried for a few minutes. My shoulder started to become moist with his sad, pitiful tears.
"I thought she loved me..." He cried.
I knew he was in a venerable place. I decided to tell him something to make him feel like it's okay to trust me and to cry in front of me. "I've never had my first kiss before. So that guy was my first kiss. And also, I haven't smoked pot in six months."
He sniffled on my shoulder for a few seconds. "I'm sorry."
"I'm not, pot isn't that great."
He laughed a little. "No, about your mom."
"I'm sorry about your girlfriend. She's a slut. You'll find the right girl. Just take time for yourself. You're only in high school."
He lifted his head up and wiped tears away. "You're right. Thank you."
I pulled out a napkin from my purse that I kept for my lipstick. I cleaned up his face and he stared at me. "What..?"
He shook his head and looked the other way as I cleaned more blood off.
The bell rang.
"It's time for lunch. Let's go." He said once I finished cleaning him up. He put his car in reverse and started driving away.