How to save a life

Nash is your typical teenage boy. Blue eyes, brown hair, athletic, all the girls want him in their panties. Being a football player puts him at the top of the school, being Captain makes him king. When a new girl catches his eye he can't help but stare, only thing is…she's a total loser. Wears thick framed glasses, hair is always in a messy bun and wearing her sweatshirts and jeans with converse. She became an easy target for everyone. Until the day she had enough. Nash knew he could have saved her and when a girl just like the last comes into the school he's determined to save her. Before it's too late.


4. Chapter Four

I dragged my feet out the school. Today just took so much out of me. "Nash!" I spun around to find Aaron, the school's yearbook editor running up to me.

"Hey Aaron. Look I ca-" he cut me off. "I was just gonna ask you if you saw Mahogany, I have something to ask her, regarding the yearbook of coarse! Nothing sexual. Or beneficial to either of us." He ran off.

Weird. I spun around to find Cameron helping Skylar out of the school, she was limping and Cam had a bruise on his jaw.

I ran over to them. Cam glared. "Hey guys. How are you?" I ask. Cam shakes his head and tries to walk by with her but I block them. "Nash move." He spoke harshly.

I shook my head. In no way was I gonna let them walk by. "Look Skylar, I'm sorry about Taylor. He's a dick. What he did to you was completely wrong and terrible and I-" she cut me off.

"If you think it's so wrong why didn't you stop it?"

"It's just boatload of crap. Chrissy having to suffer like that. No one at her school knew about this. Did you know they were giving a hard time?"

Why does everyone keep asking me that. Why? Her mum, that woman, now Skylar. Why?!

"Cause he's a dick just like the rest of the team." Cam glared walking away with her. "Hey Cam! You were on the team at one point!" I shout after him. He flips me off, helping Skylar into the car.

"Hey bro! Did you tell Cam the truth?" I raise an eyebrow at Taylor. What was he talking about? "What truth?" Taylor laughs.

"That's he's a worthless little shit, who we just kept on the football team cause he was your friend. He sucked ass at the game." I wanted to punch Taylor. Cameron was better than all of us combined.

"Did you? Cause you are like the definition of cool if you did." "Coarse I did. I even insulted that little slut he was walking with." Taylor smiled patting my back.

I felt sick to my stomach.

I walked to my car. Taylor followed behind. I turned to him when I got to my door. "Everything okay?" I raise an eyebrow. "Just. I…I…I'm so proud of you. Love you man." He walked away.

Weird. Why was everyone acting so weird.


I opened the door, to find Hayes watching TV. Hayes. "Hayes." He turns to me and stands up. "I'm going out." He tried to walk to the door but I blocked him. "We are gonna talk." He shook his head.

"Nash. I don't wanna fight so just move." I scoffed. "Fight me. Hit me. You wouldn't. Wanna know why? Cause your still a kid! You don't have the guts -" I fell to the ground him on top of me. He brought back his fist, did he really think he could hit me?

I flipped us over and punched him in his nose. I brought back my fist and hit him again in his jaw. I hit him again but I'm not to sure where that hit. I was about to swing again when a hand caught my wrist. I looked up to find my dad with a disapproving look. He yanked my wrist and I flew backwards onto the floor. He helped Hayes up. I got a proper look at Hayes, a busted lip, a bloody nose, and his jaw was bright red. He was gonna bruise in the morning.

"C'mon Hayes lets get you cleaned up. Nash. Your room. Now." I groaned and stomped up the stairs. He started it. I slammed my door and threw myself onto my bed.

My life sucks.

You know who's life sucked?


Christina. She was afraid to go to school. Face people who were supposed to be her friends. Make her high school experience memorable, for her to enjoy. To one day return to the school for the reunion but that's impossible now isn't it?

It's not impossible. She's still alive.

You fucking wish. She's dead. Dead.

No she's not. If I call her house right now, her mum would answer and put her on the phone!



I grabbed my phone and dialled her number. "Hello?" Her mum answered. "Hi. Can I please talk to Christina?" The line is quiet. "Hel-" I was cut off as a manly voice which I assume was her dad.

"Nash. Why are you doing this?" I was so confused. "What are you talking about? I just called to talk to Christina! I wanted to see how s-" he cut me off. "Christina is dead. You came to her funeral! Goodbye Nash."

I dropped my phone. She really is dead. I killed her. She's dead. I saw everything. I didn't stop it. I tried when it was too late. When she had already made up her mind. I killed her. I was the bullet that killed her. I am a killer.

My chest tightened, and it became harder to get air into my lungs. I fell to the ground. "DAD!" I gasped, clutching my chest. I rolled onto my back, trying to catch my breathe. I could hear myself wheezing. C'mon Nash. Get up. You can do it. I planted my hands firmly on the ground, pushing myself off the ground. I stood up and stumbled to the wall.

I stumbled to the door knob and pulled the door open. I found Skylynn staring at me. "Nash is you okay?" I shook my head. "Get dad." I wheezed. She nodded and ran down the stairs. I felt dizzy and I began to see spots. I held onto the railing. I gasped for air. "Nash?" Dad walked to the end of the stairs. "Da." I wheezed and felt myself fall.

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